"Harley, slow down!" Beatrix's arm was almost pulled out of its socket as her chocolate labrador attempted to hightail it out of the Lawnside Cemetery. "I didn't come here to be pulled out and do nothing all night."

The streetlights near the intersection cast golden light on the mists that swirled around the twosome. As soon as the young woman gained control of her companion, she lifted her wrist and pressed the back of her flashlight wit her thumb, shining it on her watch. 3:02 AM. "The ghosts should be coming out soon..."

Almost dragging Harley to a nearby bench in the middle of the well-kept cemetery, Beatrix Harker pulled a EMF and EVP detector from her pocket. She help the EVP detector in her hand, and placed the EMF detector next to her on the bench.

"3:02 AM, commencing EVP and EMF session with Harley the lab. Beatrix Harker," she said, pressing the button on the side. She grasped the device tighter as she declared, "My name is Beatrix, and this is my dog, Harley. We're not here to harm you in any way. We just want to have a little chat."

Harley's ears perked at a sound that Beatrix could not hear at all. After about a minute, it became loud enough for the human to hear, but it was still very faint. Was it... growling? If it was a spirit, Harley would be uneasy by now, but she wasn't.

It should be captured on the EVP tape...

The growling was becoming progressively louder, and it soon became apparent that it wasn't a demonic, growling entity at all. It was a biker. ... Crap.

Bikers were always disturbing the peace in Sharkstead. They'd be thrown out from the Sharkstead Hotel at least twice every week, and they'd sometimes drunkenly break into someone's home to find some cigarettes rather than going to the gas station to buy some. What's worse, their bikes would roar through town, and they'd act like they owned the town. Beatrix had learned to be wary of bikers.

They might shoot her.

The woman stopped herself from scowling, and instead tipped her black military hat. "Good evening, sir," she said, loud enough for him to hear, and in a cold, somewhat-uneasy voice. "I've got to ask, why would you even care?" She clenched Harley's striped blue-and-white leash harder in her hand and wrapped it around her fist.

After a few moments of fiddling with the fabric, she finally said, "But if you must know so badly, I'm trying to make contact with the spirits. My dog has a... um... 'sixth sense,' if you'd like to put it like that." She took a deep breath. "We're trying to see if we can provoke a spirit to come forward and talk to us..."

Harley lifted her liver nose and sniffed the air. It was then that Beatrix noticed an iguana on the seat with the biker. An iguana? They usually have bulldogs or something... The mists continued to swirl, and it was then that the woman remembered she should turn off her EVP device. Pressing the button, it shut down. She placed it back in her pocket and continued to sit there.

You know what, Mister? Go pick on some other chick.

Beatrix shot him a glare, but it instantly transformed into a wary, kinda unsure look. With a false smirk, she said, "I just got here. But if you turned off your bike, I might get something." She scratched behind Harley's left ear. "Harley hears spirits before she sees them..."

Harley, who was intently watching the reptilian's every move, suddenly perked her ears and whipped her head around. A few seconds later, there was a spike in the EMF reader's signal when the woman shone her flashlight on it. She checked her watch. 3:04 AM.

Beatrix hastily pointed at the biker ad made a cutting motion similar to those that directors make when making a film. She snapped the EVP device out of her pocket and, not even introducing herself properly, she pressed the button and asked, "If there is anyone here with us tonight, there is a device right next to me on this bench. It won't harm you, but if you walk in front of it, it can give me a number to know that you're here with me and my dog."

A whine escaped Harley as she stood up, appearing uneasy. She perked her ears, and then loosed one of her loud barks that became overly obnoxious when Beatrix forgot to feed her. Her thin tail tucked between her legs as she attempted to leap onto the bench with her owner.

Beatrix moved over just a bit, and she hugged Harley, who now sat beside her, panting in the crisp fall night. It must be really close... I don't remember it being this cold when I first got here. Harley began to quake, and that's when Beatrix remembered to ask another question.

"If you can, show yourself!" she proclaimed. "You can take energy from me, from that bike over there, from my dog friend here... anything you can do to manifest yourself. Poke me, push me. Slap me, punch, kick me... talk to me? Anything to make yourself known."

Harley abruptly stopped shivering, and lifted her head. Her eyes affixed on a certain grave, and Beatrix followed the canine's gaze. A shadow seemed t engulf it, and then flee with unearthly speed.

Dear God.

"If that was you, I have a method for you to communicate with me. You wave your hand in front of the device in front of me for yes, and you don't for no."