The large ominous Manson stood, oddly untouched by decades of time amongst the brush wild with neglect. There was a legend of a demon trapped within the walls, children murdered, a family shattered and the brave souls sneaking in to see if the rumors were true found scared senseless. Elijah had every intention of capturing the demon, loaded with cameras, motion sensors, gadgets that every paranormal investigator would consider essential for a good ghost hunt he had explored every inch of the house on the eve of a new moon, recorded, noted and collected while looking over his shoulder. Without anything definitive he had returned home to review every moment of every tape, being sure that the rumors were true. His tinnitus whined as he looked over the video footage and groaned with utter dismay, all of it was useless. Every last bit had nothing. Standing he went into the kitchen, digging into the fridge for something to take off the edge of defeat, but stopped at the sound of a growl. Not standing he turned to a shadow in the corner taking form into a large beast. The red eyes glowed, a ghastly smile formed and the beast moved quickly to take possession, no soul went untouched and this one was not to go to waste.