Read Ghosts of Rosewood Asylum for Free Online

Rosewood custodian at the
site tomorrow at 9 A.M. We’ve got forty-eight hours to collect as much data as
humanly possible. That means, before we go in there, we need to know as much as
we can about the history of Rosewood.” Zach pointed. “Wendy, please be prepared
to brief both groups at the gates of Rosewood tomorrow morning at 8 A.M.”
    She nodded.
    “We need extensive historical
research done.”
    “Yes, sir!”
    “Patrizia?” Zach turned to the Demon
Hunters ’ DemonHistorian .
    In normal terms, Patrizia was a
demonologist. On their show, she wasn’t involved much with the on-site
investigations. Zach thought to call her ‘hot’ would not only be an
understatement, but based on her scowl and icy stare, it might be the last
thing uttered by whoever said it. She had long, jet-black hair and was darkly
complexioned. Her attire of black leather pants, a black spandex top that
exposed her taut midriff and white leather jacket appeared ready for an action
film.
    “Would you please assist Wendy and focus
your research on the modern-day occurrences—especially that incident where the GrocersMart surveillance cameras captured video of store windows breaking from the inside?
Get to the bottom of that,” Zach said. His inflection inadvertently made it
sound more like a question than a command.
    There was an edge to Patrizia, not her
expression so much as her velvet brown eyes which seemed to lose their softness
as he stared into them. They flashed indecision but for a second, and then as
though forcing any uncertainty beneath the surface, she squinted. “Right.”
    Zach barely suppressed a shudder. He’d been
wrong. She wasn’t just hot, she was absolutely gorgeous.
    She turned her gaze to Bryce, and Zach
looked the other way.
    “Tech guys –Angel, Pierre and Matthew, get
together and do a tech inventory. We’re going to need a lot of equipment and
there’s no electricity at Rosewood. In addition to plenty of battery packs, we
need to get a generator,” Zach turned to the camera, “because spirits can sap
the power out of batteries.”
    Angel held out his hand to Pierre, their TechniHunter .
Pierre was the only Demon Hunter with facial hair – an inverted,
triangle soul patch on his chin.
    “Geeks of the world unite,” Angel said.
    “A pleasure, mate. I look forward to workin
wit’cha.”
    Zach joined most of his team in a double
take. The thick Australian accent shocked him. Demon Hunters had edited
the show so that Pierre spent plenty of time on camera but had never uttered a
word on the air.
    Determined to wrap up the introductory
meeting before any foul wind steered them into even more uncomfortable waters,
Zach spoke. “Sara, Bryce and I are meeting for lunch and will be planning more
of the specifics. We’ll let you know more tonight or tomorrow. Any questions?”
    Matthew spoke without raising his hand.
“Since we’ve got two technical guys with a lot of experience, could I help out
in the actual investigations?”
    “We’ve got more investigators than tech
guys, Matthew,” Zach said more sternly than he’d intended. “As I’ve told you
before, next season we’ll get you more investigation time. This certainly isn’t
the case for it.”
    A dejected look on his face, Matthew nodded.
Zach didn’t even need to glance at Sara to know she’d probably gotten a close
up of that disappointed expression.
    “Anything else?” Zach asked.
    The moment Zach saw Sashza, the transvestite
Demon Hunters medium, raise her hand, he regretted ever having asked the
question.
    “Zachary,” she called out in her falsetto
voice, “before we go our separate ways this afternoon, might we perhaps unite
in a circle so that I may bless our undertakings?”
    Zach tried to make his face stone-like to
avoid showing any emotion on camera, but mentally castigated himself for not
suggesting that he lead them in prayer. Now, he could not say no without
offending her and the Demon Hunters. By his study of their