Introduction

[Viktor Griffin]

Viktor Griffin the ghost hunter, now THAT sounded like a good idea for a TV show, Viktor had always been so fascinated by the supernatural and he finally had enough time to really go out and take a look for himself in the basement. There were rumors passed down from many generations about the basement, apparently when the school was built there had been numerous deaths from construction workers, and there was also supposedly numerous suicides which had occured down there. Then there were more of the absurd rumors about a teacher who went mad and decided to kill off a number of students, stuff like that made Viktor a bit more skeptical. Regardless, he was still on an investigation.

He had tried other rooms within the last couple of weeks in the school, the spare room was a dead zone, and the bell tower...was occupied by two seniors going at it...so he never got much of an opportunity to investigate. The small boy scurried along the hallways of the school, making his way to the basement entrance. The door was usually left unlocked, the teachers kept supplies down there so it always had to be accessible. Father Damian grew too impatient always having to open and close it, and finally just left it opened. Viktor clutched a basket in his right hand, and a rolled up plaid blanket tucked under his left arm. It was almost midnight at the time, which was the perfect hour considering the majority of the school was inactive. There were a few students every now and then, but for the most part everyone was in their rooms prepping for sleep.

He reached over, slowly opening the door, then reaching down into his basket of items and tugging out a flashlight. Off he went. With a small gulp and deep breath he slipped into the darkness which immediately engulfed him. Viktor closed the door behind him, nervously licking his lips while watching each step he took on the squeaky stairs. It felt like a real horror movie actually, he felt his heart racing just a little, but he refused to go back. He wanted to see a ghost! So bad.

At the moment, he wore one of his pink dresses, it stopped right above his knees and certainly made him stick out. He figured that just because he was looking to encounter a ghost, didn't mean he had to look shabby while he did so. As well as wearing a pink dress, he had wrapped one of his hoodies around himself for warmth, and he finished the look off with a pair of his flats. His hair was in a braid over his right shoulder, and at the moment he wore very little makeup. Only lipstick and a little bit of blush.

After walking into the basement for about five minutes, he finally settled on a nice little spot. He set the basket down first and unrolled the blanket, setting it down before sitting on it. He propped his flashlight in his lap and then began to lay white candles all around himself in a circular pattern, before getting out his lighter. Once the candles were lighted, he turned his flashlight off and placed it back into his basket, then he begin to close his eyes and take a deep breath again. Moment of truth time, he felt himself growing more and more nervous. Surely whatever was down here wouldn't hurt him, right? Did ghosts dislike boys who wore dresses? Would they be homophobic? All these questions just began to jump into his head.

[Jeremy Blevins]

It had been well past midnight and Jeremy had been trying to force himself to sleep for at the past two hours. Sleeping was usually something that came easy to him, so the struggle for sleep had resulted in serious frustrations. He was mad at himself for not being to fall asleep, for it would ruin the following day, if not week. However, he opted not to waste the hours in which he could not sleep. This meant it was time for an adventure. Jeremy wasn't usually a man of adventure, but instead a man of routine. The unordinary made him nervous. Slipping out of bed, he put on his plastic framed glasses, and he kept his bed time attire. His attentions weren't to impress anyone, he was just off for a nightly stroll, expecting to run into no one. And by the looks of him, he would hope he wouldn't run into anyone. He was wearing a well fitted, over worn to the point it was a dingy yellow color with tiny holes in the armpits. On his lower half, he wore red plaid designer boxers that he purchased from Saks 5th Avenue. It was the only thing he could afford there and he wanted to say he purchased something from Saks. There were no shoes for Jeremy, just thick black socks, with an argyle pattern by the ankles.

Unusually, Jeremy opted to be a little out of the box today. Not only did he exit his dorm in clothing he usually found unacceptable, but he decided that the basement would be something he would enjoy exploring. Well, that is, after he overheard a story at lunch about two teachers shacking it up down there. Now, Jeremy wasn't usually one two fall into believing in rumors, but he figured it would be funny to catch someone in the act... maybe he'd be able to ace all of his classes. There were other stories he heard about the basement that he was sure he didn't believe in. That is, that the basement was haunted. Jeremy didn't believe in ghosts. He didn't believe in the supernatural. And, he didn't believe in G-d. On the other hand, he did feel that it was a bit eerie down, if the stories were true, that over a handful of people died below the school.

Jeremy shuffled his way throughout the hallway, never picking up his feet. It was a bad habit of his that he just couldn't get over. He ruined dozens of shoes for his inability to just pick up his feet. He found the entrance to the basement and he cautiously took the steps. The stench of the basement burned his nostrils. It was a mixture of chemicals, old stuff, and something he could not quite put his finger on. As he began to make momentum down the steps a splinter went through his socks and into his big toe. He let out a large yelp and hobbled down the remaining steps before hopping down the remaining steps on one foot. Reaching the bottom, he flung the basement door open. Cursing under his breath, he ripped his sock off and poked at the splinter that was still in his toe.

Noticing there was a boy who already vacated the basement, he was caught a little off guard. He was sitting on a blanket, surrounded by white candles. A million thoughts went through his head. Was this kid performing some sort of ritual? A seance? Was he having a midnight picnic in the basement? Jeremy quickly recalled some of the rumors he heard about the basement, of students committing suicide. After all, the kid looked nervous and frightened.

"You, uh," Jeremy tried to think of the perfect words to comfort him, "don't have to do that, it, uh... gets better."

[Viktor Griffin]

Viktor happened to be the middle of recalling everything he needed, okay...the blanket, the candles, he had a notebook out to jot out any odd happenings, and everything seemed to be in tip top shape. As a matter of fact, he could have sworn he was beginning to hear something. Oh goodie, a ghost! Or so it seemed, he moistened his lips eagerly as the footsteps seemed to get louder and louder, he squirmed in excitement, biting his lower lip and taking a deep breath. Okay, there was DEFINITELY something coming his way, hopefully it would be a student. Oh boy, he could only imagine a conversation with a real ghost, now this would be something to write about. Alas, in the midst of Viktor's overwhelming excitement, he'd hardly noticed that Jeremy stood nearby, and that the footsteps had stopped. So as one would imagine, he literally jumped to his feet the minute the boy spoke to him. "OH!" He quickly gathered himself, making sure not to be reckless and knock over a candle. He wanted to meet a ghost, not become one himself. Not to mention, the school idiot, didn't sound like a great title. Although now that he thought about it, alot of people would probably thank him if part of the school burned down. That'd mean no more classes for a short while. Anyway...

"W-what?" He'd seen this kid around before, yes...started with a J...it was coming to him. Viktor made a point of knowing as many people as possible, he preferred to greet pepple by their names and not go 'Hey person'. Jeremiah? Jeremy! That was it. Yes yes. They'd never really spoken, as a matter of fact they hung out with entirely different crowds. Viktor only had a few classes with him, and they never interacted. The only reason he happened to know the boy's name was because of the morning attendance roll call.

"It gets better?" He repeated softly, trying to make heads or tails of what Jeremy meant by this. He stepped out of the ring of candles carefully, figuring he ought to at least approach the other male. "O-oh! I'm not trying to kill myself," he addressed immediately, finally catching on to the implication, laughing just a tiny bit at the notion. "Quite the opposite, I'm trying to find ghosts," Viktor had no problem admitting this, sure...it sounded crazy, but whatever. "I'm Viktor, Viktor Griffin," he flashed Jeremy a friendly smile, and even offered his hand to shake. "I promise you that this is nothing suspicious, I'm not like, summoning a demon or something crazy like that. This isn't a sacrifice," he chuckled at the idea, just waving his hand a little to dismiss it.

"Besides, I'd need a goat or a chicken for a proper sacrifice!" Viktor hoped the other shared the same sense of humor, otherwise this would be awkward.

[Jeremy Blevins]

This boy clearly wasn't someone you could forget. There were days he saw him passing the halls and in class, it wasn't everyday you'd see a dude in a dress. It wasn't about being judgmental, it was just interesting. Since he was once bullied, he learned to be empathetic towards different people. Fortunately, he was more than just different... he was striking.. Some men couldn't pull off dresses, long hair, and make up, but he did it well. Not everyone was so lucky. There were some men in dresses who just just looked plain creepy.

Jeremy was good with faces, but never with names or faces. He could have a class with someone and never learn their name. Numerous "suspected names" ran throughout his head, but he knew they were all wrong. Feeling a little stupid when he denied a suicide attempt, he nervously grinned, and sighed under his breath feeling relieved. More to his relief, he introduced himself, as Viktor. Jeremy would've never guessed that.


"Good, great," he laughed, "I'm Jeremy."

With that, he shook his hand. Hand shaking had always been a little weird for him. He always preferred a little hand wave, but hand shaking freaked him out. Whenever he was nervous, his palms would sweat like crazy, and it was a bit embarrassing. He hoped Viktor didn't notice. As Viktor explained that he wasn't doing anything suspicious, but yet he was ghost hunting, he nodded his head before letting out a chuckle. He didn't believe in ghosts, whatsoever.

"Ghosts don't exist," Jeremy proclaimed, in a sing song tone, "I think you'd have better luck looking for people doing it."

He smiled, playfully, hoping Viktor didn't mind take too much offense for his opinion. He took a seat on the dirty floor, outside of Viktor's ring of candles. Jeremy looked at all of Viktor's supplies. He didn't have much, judging from the amount of times he had seen ghost hunting shows. No spirit box, dosing rods, or electric magnetic field readers.... Maybe he was just trying to do it old school, but just waiting. Who needs technology anyway?

"But, if you need someone else to be a ghostbuster with you," Jeremy explained seriously, "I'm willing to help."

[Viktor Griffin]

Of course the first thing Viktor had noticed when their hands met was how sweaty Jeremy's seemed, but he only smiled and didn't bother to note it, why embarrass the boy like that? Although he was wondering why Jeremy seemed so nervous to begin with, maybe Viktor's presence had shaken him up a little? Who knows. He studied the other boy curiously, resting his hands on his own hips before looking back to his little set up. "Well you seem so sure of yourself," Viktor replied in a sing song tone. "But you my friend are a nonbeliever who's gonna become a believer, I've had my fair shares of contact and conversations. Once you meet one, you will never forget it," he gave Jeremy a playful wink, before walking back to his circle.


"Oh, so you'll do the crazy little blonde boy a favor and ghostbust with him, even though you don't believe in ghosts?" He laughed at the logic behind it, but meant it in a playful tone, he didn't mean any harm by his comments or took real offense. "I'm beginning to think you just want the rights to be able to say 'I told you so' if I don't find anything down here," he made his way into the circle, sitting within it.

"Either that or you're reallyyyyy bored," which made just as much sense as his other theory, if anything it sounded like a little bit of both. He thought Vik was crazy, but he was bored so he figured it was better to be entertained by the crazy person than bored trying to fall asleep. He sat within the circle, crossing his legs and looking around the area for a moment. "WELL, whatever reasons you are staying down here, for now its going to be a bit dull, I was going to just sit around here and sort of observe the area tonight before coming back with some other things," he explained his little process to Jeremy. He didn't consider himself professional or anything, but he did have a process which had been learned from many years of reading and watching shows.

"You know, you have really pretty eyes," Vik noted innocently, he had a habit of doing such things. One of his hands lightly toyed with his ear gauge, while the other rested in his lap.

[Jeremy Blevins]

Jeremy laughed, he liked this kid. There was something about him that radiated awesomeness. It's not too often you run into someone looking like a total slob, discredit their beliefs, and yet they still act kindly towards you.

"How is it even possible you come in contact with these people, uh ghosts," Jeremy questioned, "You don't have a spirit box, or EVP reader, or one of those heat detector things that they have on that T.V. show."

It wasn't a show he frequently watched, but he caught it a couple times. He would laugh at the melodramatic sounds effects and pick out the flaws of the ghost hunters. His mom got real into the T.V. show and the two often argued about what was evidence and what was fake. Thinking about this made him feel a little homesick. He missed sitting at home, on his couch, watching T.V. with his mom. He never imagined feeling this way.

"I'm feeling a bit dressed down for meeting ghosts," Jeremy joked, "Do you think they'll mind?"

Jeremy tugged at his boxers, with a grin on his face. He was about to make an inappropriate joke about Viktor undressing so the ghosts wouldn't go after him. However, he opted not to, that would be far too awkward for someone he just introduced himself too. He wasn't usually this playful with people.

"I'm here for a little bit of everything," Jeremy explained, "But I'm pretty sure I won't see anything. In fact, I bet you we don't see anything."

As Viktor complimented him, he got a little red around the ears. He didn't take compliments well. He refused them and was assured that no one ever meant what they said. Insecure is the biggest adjective to describe Jeremy. Compliments made him feel uncomfortable.

"No, no," he said, while playing with his glasses, "they are ugly, and boring, and hazel."

At that, he quickly looked for something to change the subject to, but then realized how rude it would it not to compliment him back. He scanned Viktor's body, and quickly came to the conclusion that he was just... a beautiful human being. He was put together and poised, unlike Jeremy. His makeup was flawless and his skin was porcelain.

"You have nice skin," Jeremy mumbled awkwardly, "It's very clear."

[Viktor Griffin]

This interaction was all so amusing to Viktor, he thought Jeremy was a sweetheart, and very silly...but in a good way of course. He placed his hands on his hips, giving a playful huff, "OH, so I look like an amateur to you? Do I? I don't have my spirit box or EVP reader," he teased the other male, pretending to be offended by the comment. "I see how it is, Jeremy," he laughed a tiny bit just to show he was playing around. No, he wasn't a fancy little ghost buster, he wished he had some of that stuff though. He never had thought to invest in it. "I don't think the ghosts will mind what you're wearing, although next time you should bring a tux," the idea amused him all the more and he couldn't help but giggle some more. That would be rather silly, hunting ghosts dressed up in formal clothing.


Oh boy, here Jeremy went on with the doubt. Vik hoped a whole parade of ghosts came flooding through any minute now just so he could see the look on the Jeremy's face, it would be pretty good. Unfortunately, that likelihood of that happening was slim to none, but he still could dream. Smiling over at the other male, he watched him curiously and tilted his head. "Well, never say never, sir," he shrugged his shoulders a little as his hands remained in his lap and he looked down the dark corridor. "And oh hush, take the compliment. Besides, whats wrong with hazel eyes? My eyes are hazel!" He said pointedly, before he began to shift where he was sitting. It was cold down here, and it was starting to bother him. Tonight might be a shorter night than he thought.

"Why..thank you?" He wasn't sure if he'd ever received that compliment before, but he was flattered, nonetheless. "I try my best," he smiled a little and tapped his fingers on his knees, thinking just a moment. "I think hazel eyes are pretty, you know, maybe I'm just biased. Oh well!"