Sunday, April 4, 2010

Valley of Death

Fear. It's a strange thing. It's the feeling you get when you're imagining everything you don't want to happen. Those things that we imagine differ between people, but it's always initially the same feeling. Facing the fear? That's what us 'Facers do. And that's exactly what we are about to do again. Now imagine a haunted house at a theme park. You've never been inside before, but when you hang about the exit, you see people walk out slowly; their eyes glazed over, and their faces pale as cold beads of sweat collect on their forehead. You wouldn't want to go in there, would you?

That's exactly the kind of house the GhostFacers are tackling next. Myths and legends have been building up for a long time about a certain house in a valley that Harry and I have investigated briefly at an earlier date. We were slightly unprepared at the time (Remember: this is before the 'Facers or even the embryonic stage, the Hell Hounds. We weren't properly equipped for an encounter). The stories have been picking up again, all of them being from boys and girls of high school age who have entered the house on either some kind of dare, or a hunt for thrills. They all knew exactly who to come to: the GhostFacers. I have to admire that kind of intelligence, but that's just a sidebar. The 'Facers now had to figure out who the last owner of the house was - once we knew that, we'd be able to go in there with our video cameras blazing, and rock salt in tow.

Seeing as how the topic of the valley house is taboo for anyone who actually knows about it, it was time for us to hit the library. There was only the three of us, though - Harry, Maggie and myself, seeing as how Spruce had to work. Plus he was upset about the fact that Santa wasn't Jewish, or something along those lines. We started with the fastest research solution and put a couple phrases into Google in hopes to uncover some history on the house. It didn't get us all the way, but we did figure out that the last owner of the house had the surname of Daniels.

Assuming it's safe to skip all the grueling details of the intense studying we did, I finally uncovered the full name of the last owner of the valley house. Nathan Daniels, born in 1887, and died of a supposed heart attack in 1945. Our next step is to pack up our gear and get into that valley house. I'm not going to lie... that house is one of the biggest fears from me and Harry's past. It's going to be tough facing it again, but this is what we do. If our risks and skill can help the whole town of Appleton feel more at ease, and more secure - then it will be worth it. No matter what happens.

Well 'Facer fans; I can hear the curious little gears in your brains turning. What exactly did these stories of the Valley House include? How bad could it possibly be? Did anything happen to the people who have actually been in this house? I happen to have the answers for you: witchcraft and Ouija boards galore, pretty awful, and yes. The legends go back as far as the house does, Nathan Daniels was only the most recent owner of the house. It's far older than that. They say the creator of the house bound it with a lot of spells, asking for protection provided by evil spirits (protection from what? Nobody's quite sure). These kind of spells don't work without strings attached, of course. The myth says the owner of the house sold his own soul for protection, but it wasn't payment enough. Anybody else who inhabits the house has their soul damned to hell as well; no matter what they've done.

The teenagers attempting to explore the Daniels house found that nothing good came of it. One of them has testified to us that she was actually attacked by the spirit that haunted the house; her bloody nose, bruises and wide, afraid eyes backing up her testimony. It seems obvious to us that this was meant to be our next task, and we plan to tackle it with everything we've got.

'Face on!

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Welcome

Ghosts. For many, the term is benign. They might think of a child on Halloween, a fun theme-park ride, or an adorable cartoon. This is because they have never faced a real apparition. They have not peered into its soulless eyes or felt the cold touch of a spectral hand... but we have.

We have faced nightmares beyond comprehension. Haunted houses, haunted buildings, haunts, cemeteries, haunted roads, haunted cemeteries, morgues. The monstrous, the horrible, the preternatural. Most people can't bring themselves to admit that there are shadows that walk among us, so we must face the ghosts when the others will not.

If you can stomach the grotesque, remain steadfast in the face of horror, and stay on the razor's edge, you are invited to enter our world.

We are: the GhostFacers!

Our Story:


There is a story that as Magellan rounded South America, the natives couldn't see his tall ships. It was only after his longboats were launched could the Incas actually see them and by then... it was too late.

One tribe, however, had a shaman who was open to the possibility of new things. He could see the ships and described them to his fellow natives, who then also saw the approaching caravels.

The GhostFacers are that shaman. We open people's eyes to the truth: that ghosts do, in fact, exist. That a shadow world surrounds us all and it is just out of our sight because, just like those Incas, most people can't conceive of these terrors even existing. But they do, dear reader. And we have seen them.

We face all manner of the preternatural and document it; when the X-Files claims that 'the truth is out there' they're right. It is the GhostFacers (you can either use "GhostFacers" for 'truth is' or 'out there', it still applies).

The GhostFacers are poised to take a number of different industries by storm. These industries include: science, math, philosophy, religion, agriculture, government and entertainment with the potential of affecting some major public works projects as well. In fact, it is safe to say that there is no aspect of human civilization that will not be impacted to some degree by GhostFacers.

We are an ethnically diverse, four person team of creative young filmmakers, thinkers, strategists, caregivers, lawnmowers, printing experts, and Maggie. Our group's origins stretch back all the way to early 2006.

Ed and Harry, the group's founders, had gathered a number of incontrovertible photographs of a ghost in Richardson, TX and posted them to their website, HellHoundsLair.com. It caused a national sensation and reinforced the idea that paranormal investigation was something they should be pursuing full time.

Ed and Harry returned to their home town of Appleton, WI and set up shop. They recruited Ed's sister Maggie for her technical expertise and a local cameraman named Kenneth Spruce to document the cases. Working from a humble garage, they managed to put together one of the greatest opuses to the reality of spectral manifestation* and the 'Facer movement had begun.

Stay razor!

*which was erased by two wanted criminals, brothers answering to the names "Sam" and "Dean".





(Disclaimer: This blog is entirely for hardcore roleplaying purposes and not meant to infringe on the rights that belong to Eric Kripke and all writers of the Supernatural series, including the GhostFacers internet series. The welcoming entry was written by content found at www.ghostfacers.com, while the rest of the blog will be written by the owners of this blog using the characters created by Mr. Kripke.)