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Teague Brennan ([info]poetbrennan) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2010-01-02 16:56:00

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Entry tags:dean winchester, judah low, sable harris, teague brennan

Who: Teague Brennan and Dean Winchester
What: Manly things like hunting ghosts.
Where: Some abandoned burned out shell of a boarding school, Northern Ireland
When: Tonight
Warnings: Swearing, dead children

Maybe it was just a change of pace that made Teague think about going off on one of Dean's misadventures. He was unloading his truck at the site, which was a large brick building in the country. In previous years, the building had probably been picturesque, with well trimmed shrubbery and a well maintained drive. After decades of abandonment, decay and a fire, the place was just as spooky in its aesthetic as the stories would have led him to believe. In the sunset, it was practically overwhelmingly terrifying from the outside. He pulled out the equipment that Dean set in it as he shook his head. He knew what it all did, but he was still anxious. He wasn't a skeptic, but he figured he'd live and let... be dead. Ghosts weren't on Teague's book of potential buddies, or things he could help.

"Dean, man, when we're in there and I start freaking the hell out, you are not allowed to tell me it's cool. This is not cool. Sure, all the drama at home's not all that great either, but... seriously. You know this place is haunted. Why go somewhere you know is haunted?" Teague had heard the stories, too. The school got burned thirty years ago by a disgruntled music teacher, who had killed three of the kids prior to taking his own life. Luckily, all the other children were saved and only suffered minor harm. Those children were alive and grown now, and apparently, from what Dean had found out by talking to a few of them, the few brave people who had investigated the boarding school had been harmed by by an unseen presence. It was said to be the most haunted building in all of Northern Ireland, outside of a few buildings in Glasgow.

He picked up a video camera and raised a brow. "Documenting this? What are we, the guys on the Travel channel?"



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[info]poetbrennan
2010-01-03 08:44 am UTC (link)
Teague nodded. He wasn't scared about finding bones or anything like that. Even if they were human bones, even if they were the bones of a child, it would be more tragic to him than scary. He already knew three kids had died here, and that made him more sad and willing to help than it made him frightened. Children were innocent. And the first ghost seemed willing to help.

He hefted the camera onto one shoulder and carried the light with his other hand, sweeping it into the most area he could, and he waited for Dean to stop him. There was a sound after a few minutes, just a faint sound, but it made Teague stop in his tracks. It was the sound of a girl's laughter and dress shoes hastily running into one of the classrooms up ahead.

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