[center][b]Somewhere in Araminta...[/b]

[i]There was a house in the middle of the woods, three stories and stood ominously as the only house for miles. Abandoned for some time, a stranger in a leather jacket and a hoodie brushed the For Sale sign as he walked up the stairs with a purpose. He pushed open the wooden door and was almost instantly assaulted by the smell of mold and what smelled like decaying meat. The stranger pushed past it all as he walked through the house to the kitchen. The first sight was the refrigerator as he walked over and threw it open and grabbed a gallon of milk. He ignored the rancid smell as he popped the top off and just downed it all. With some of the disgusting spoiled milk landing on his body, he shook his head as he tossed it aside. He turned around and walked towards a door to the basement. He walked down the stairs to what would be a normal basement if it wasn't for the tunnel that was carved into the place.

The stranger walked into the dark tunnels and keep going until he ended up in a massive staircase that was seemingly out of a castle. At the top were two massive wooden doors that emanated a strange red light, and this stranger went up the stairs through the doors. The first sight was a massive hall and at the center were stairs that lead up to a massive golden throne with a strange figure sitting in it. It was shadowy, it's silhouette was strangely feminine. The stranger walked up to the foot of the stairs and took a knee, placing the switchblade that was in his hand on the ground in front of him.

"Ah, I see," The figure spoke in a feminine voice. "You have done well."

An orb of red light appeared in her hand as it gracefully landed on the hooded figure. "You deserve a reward, and a reward you shall get. You still have more work to do," When it hit the figure in the hood and mask, it caused a red light to surge throughout his entire being. The figure in the throne smiled and her white teeth could be seen through the darkness perfectly as if they were being illuminated by light.

"Make them [/i]worship[i] me."
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[quote][i][b][code]Hey

It's crazy what's going on in Araminta, but if you're reading this then that means you're one of the few people that can help stop it because you were apart of those crazy things. Either you saw that dog, survived one of those maniacs, or you were one of the lucky few to get away from the moths.

Know it's a lot to swallow, but head over to 7359 Armory Road, the old church that was abandoned. Trust me, I'll explain it there. There's a lot of you guys and it's better if I explain all of this in person. Just remember, you gotta keep this on the DL. People won't believe you or think you're crazy.

That's because it is crazy, but you're one of the only people who can make sense out of it. Remember you're all Ghosts now, act like it.[/code][/b][/i][/quote]

The few who have had encounters with the supernatural received the text message on their phone. Strangely enough, when they checked the number there simply wasn't one. Almost as if it came out of the blue. Many of the so-called "Ghosts" ignored the text message, but there were a few that heeded it and ended up coming to the church.

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[hr][b][code]Five Springs Church, Central Araminta. January 3rd, 12:23 PM.[/code][/b][/center][hr]


This is the place.

Amanda thought to herself as she pulled up in her black pick up truck. There was an iron fence around the place that was originally chained up - but the chain was broken and the gates were pushed open. How long ago was the question on Amanda's mind. She looked around and there was nothing but woods in sight, so she merely left her truck on the side of the road. If anyone on the force comes by here, she knows how to talk her way out of a ticket. She casually got out of the car - wearing jeans, a black zip-up hoodie, and black steel toe combat boots. Her earrings jingled as she brandished her trusty Glock 22... she had no clue what she was walking into but she was walking into it nonetheless. With all the weird shit going on, she wanted to make sure that at least she had it on her. However... she heard that other people were coming, and walking around with a gun was a very bad look for her. She simply tucked it into her waistband as she walked up to the church.

It was a white building that was abandoned for God knows how long to the point where vegetation had claimed it. Amanda was afraid to step inside because she could see the parts of the ceiling that had collapsed in. She was personally wondering where the hell this person they were supposed to meet was. Well, it was not out here - she took one step before she heard some bushes rustling. Her head immediately whipped around and her hand went straight for her pistol.

Her head's on a swivel and she knows better than letting her guard down.