The sun was still shining on the little girl. She had a radiant smile on her face as reassured by the fact that the ghost of the young woman was going to be protective, where even would come again in contact with her.

His eyes will look in the direction of the three men coming out of the "haunted" box. Once again, his smile widens, running towards his last, leaving his black hair stolen in the direction of the wind.

Once in the arms of her father, she felt a different look, he did not look at her as before, also seeming to want what could make her happy. She knew perfectly well that they had seen a different feeling from him. Taylor knew they were aware of his contact with the afterlife, having felt disturbances in their equipment.

The child's eyes turned away from the adults, and she did not want to admit everything. She was scared ... Afraid that what she had seen did not help them in their investigations. Fear that she was still spoiling everything. Afraid of everything.

Despite the reassuring looks of adults, she does not let anything, still in physical contact with them. Why should she finally say everything?

Zak's hands quickly climbed into the girl's ebony hair, caressing her, it was his only solution to get an answer from his daughter, he knew it perfectly. His gaze continued to fix the child. She was going to crack, her fingers clutched even more on the main investigator's t-shirt, her lips moved while leaving no sound, although she seemed to want it over the seconds and insistence of the team. She could not crack, she did not want to anger other minds, and did not want adults to believe her again. Despite what they knew, they still struggled to distinguish the child's imagination, the ghosts she can see. Delicately, Zak put his daughter on his lap, he was going to make her speak in her own way, but would make her talk anyway. He continued these caresses, almost love to crack it; she became more and more adorable, trying to find a way to avoid the subject although her young age seemed to be an advantage for her father.

The seconds were numerous, but the child eventually cracked, gradually releasing his weight on the phenomena she had witnessed. A smile appeared on Zak's face.

_So my darling, what happened?

_There is a lady who came to talk to me and she was very beautiful, Dad, she had a very pretty red dress.

_Really ? And she told you something?

_Almost nothing, she just asked my name, and if I can see her, and she said she's sad because no one's been looking at her for a long time! And then she left! But she's really nice, not like gentlemen!

_ Eh?!?

_Yes the gentlemen who said they were going to hurt you and who hurt Pearl, when she did nothing, they stop talking about it and they look at the pretty woman as if she were an object . It's not nice that!

The team's eyes were totally amazed at the words of the little girl. She had just given the name of the victim when no one had announced it since the beginning of the investigation. He knew perfectly well that he would have to ask Bobby for more explanations, he could not believe that he was hiding something as important as the name of a victim, while it could help them to ease contact with the afterlife.

Taylor saw the eyes of adults still in shock, letting a laugh out of her juvenile mouth.

Her laugh was crystal clear, it made her laugh so much, she loved to see them in this state, and yet it was still different for her, she was beginning to appreciate the fact that she could see what they could not see, especially if they could not understand what or who they could contact.

Zak still held her in his arms, he was still impressed by his daughter's connections. Despite this, he liked to see her in this state, smiling. It changed tears on her child's face. He stroked her hair again and saw that the afternoon was passing a little too fast. He wanted to move on, but also wanted to stay with his daughter. A tough choice, too difficult for him, still being a young father. Yet the minutes passed, he gave them to his Taylor. His hands still ran through his daughter's hair, he found them adorably fine and smooth.

The door behind the group opened slowly, letting Bobby reappear. His look said a lot, he had to talk to Zak, which was reciprocal. Zak let Bobby sit next to him, causing Nick and Aaron a quick, neat and precise reflex, making them turn on their cameras, aiming and framing the two men as well as the girl.

_I would like to ask you a question Bobby? Who is Pearl? And is it related to the ghosts of Walling and Jackson?

_Pearl is precisely the young victim sacrificed to the evil one, they executed it, cut off his head before throwing it into a well, the one we call the well of hell ... And precisely, this well is a point hot, and the spirits of Walling and Jackson like to spend time there.

_I feel we are going to have some action tonight!

_You'll have what you came for, added Douglas when he set foot outside.

The last words made the chief of the investigation team shudder, he had never heard such a story, he had to go, he had to see with his own eyes this well and see where he leads, it was impressive. He gently put his daughter down on the floor before getting up, this time he would go with her. He did not want anything to happen to his daughter, without him being able to see what was really going on with her. He let her go near Aaron, following Bobby closely, he did not want to miss a single crumb given the intensity of the phenomenon that it caused.

Bobby Mackey's new goalkeeper, Matt Coates, was waiting for them at the entrance to the "cellar" as planned, despite the fact that the game started a good hour ahead. Matt had a resplendent smile on his face even though many features indicated some concern. They all walked slowly into this part of Bobby Mackey's.

The cameras started to turn, both focused on Zak who was speaking, explaining the slightest deeds and actions of those who welcomed them in their haunted club. Zak seemed much more cheerful, he was eager, wanted to discover everything.

_Matt will take us to the room where worshipers of Satan practiced rituals and sacrifices. Matt, are you ok? , Zak asked when he noticed that the young guard had just stopped.

_ Yes, two seconds, I look if there are no bats.

Zak smiled and turned back to Nick, explaining what Matt was going to do, it was fun to see and hear, never a ghost-victim had bothered to look anything other than the habit of watching if the ghosts were present in the room to talk about them. This technique was not bad, but at the same time was not credible at all.

Zak entered with the team, as well as with his daughter stuck to Aaron. Quickly, reactions were heard from the lead investigator. Quick and fearful "oh" were his only words for a few moments before he resumed normal dialogue.

_ Oh oh oh oh ! On that wall, I see a screaming face, Zak explained while starting to draw with his finger what he saw on the wall. There is an eye here and another here. It's bluffing ... Matt, we're not at the well yet, so where are we in this basement?

_ We are in the room with faces.

_The room with faces?

_ Yes, there are many faces ... We came one evening in this room, I was in front and about that, I discovered a satanic circle that emitted a green light. I put my hand on the floor and the floor was hot!

_ We should put another cross here, maybe in that corner, we'll cover the whole room and see if we can film masses or silhouettes, Aaron, you take care of it?

_ Yes of course Zak!

_ Can I do it please godfather Aaron? Please !!

Aaron smiled calmly, preparing the Scotch cross, giving it gently to a young child, even following it to put it on, while laying down the cross, he laughed calmly, seeing her jumped on the cross after laying her on the ground, she was happy to have done it in front of the camera, especially in front of her father who was holding it. She then returned to the other side of the camera, a wonderful smile on her lips, before seeing two men in the distance sneer, but tried to stay calm and strong, they scared her. Yet, the team approached them without seeing them, they advanced, watching a sacred statue broken into two pieces more or less net.

Matt lighted it slowly, and knew exactly what had happened in this place.

_The statue of Jesus has fallen, his head is there..., Matt added, lighting up the part of the head.

_ What? That's her head?, asked the girl, not really knowing about the statues.

_ Yes, the head of Jesus, the guard answered, taking his head between his fingers and looking at the sudden damage before placing it near the reclining body of the statuette on the table.

_ When did that happen ? Zak asked, worried about what he was seeing.

_ I do not know...

_ It's still weird that this part was broken ...

_Yes, especially near the well ... This is where they threw Pearl Bryan's head after the young woman was decapitated.

The group approached a little closer to the well and could thus observe it better, the negative energy was present and heavy, especially for the little one who felt it enormously, it made her feel sick, causing tears to come up to the edge. the eyes of the latter, tears she held back, even when she saw the "scene" of the past before her. She should not react, she must be strong, she did not want to ruin her dad's job, she did not want him to be angry with her. The negative pressure continued to exist, but seemed to slowly make his presence known to the team, but it did not affect them more than it affected the child. Zak stayed close to Matt, the next, not wanting to miss the visual that the place offered him, it was really amazing, despite the ruins of the pass, he seemed to feel just what he needed; these energies, these feelings, everything.

_The room in which we will enter is the oldest of the building; it's the slaughter room, the guard said precisely while approaching Zak with the barrier separating them from the pit of hell.

_Here we are !

_ And yes ... That's what's left of the well!

_ Well, how deep was he? , Zak asked, leaning a little more on the fence to better look at the well.

_ About four meters. He was joining the Licking River ...

_ This is where we evacuate the blood of animals?

_ Yeah, that's where we sank the blood in the well, and he slipped into the river. In addition behind us, there is a staircase that leads nowhere ... That's why we think that here is the mouth of hell ... And so the paradise ...

_ Serious ?! There is a staircase leading nowhere?

_ Yes, we have two passages that lead to two extremes of the afterlife.

Matt shook his head, flashing his flashlight up the stairs to a ceiling made of wood planks that was several years old. A ceiling, however, in good condition, it was the most surprising, and for a cause totally unknown, well almost ... Taylor approached and climbed the first step of the stairs, not wanting to be so close to the well, she moved away as much as possible, she did not want to see and feel her negative energies. Zak watched her become quieter and less agitated, which Nick captured on his camera, just like Aaron, who had felt it, putting himself close to the stairs as well.

Zak smiled and moved closer to the barrier separating him from the well.

_This well is the mouth of hell! I want to sit there tonight at three in the morning. I want to do it !

_ Exactly, this is the time when Pearl was killed ...

_ We will install a camera! Aaron brings Scotch to put a cross! And put one there on the table, we will put a tripod to film the well ... Oullà, I feel ... I ... I have the head turns serious ... Sorry ...

Zak finally felt the effects of negative energy on his body, the sensations were painful, making him lose his head, making him partially weak in front of everyone's eyes, he who had shown an image of a resistant man.

However, this reaction was only temporary, the work had to get the upper hand, Zak, Nick and Aaron continued to film, leaving the child, who was watching them, before seeing just as his godfather Nick a black form to move away, this time on this phenomenon, she was not alone, but she did not want to describe it.

_ I saw something bending under the fridge!,  Nick asked sure of what he had seen.

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I apologize again for the time of publication and the translation time of my fanfic, I want to remind you that English is not my mother tongue and that this fanfiction was first written in French and that she is also on my profile under the name of "Ghost Adventures (French version)".

Thank you again for reading this story, thank you for supporting it, I kiss you.

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