Caharian Medrano | Paranormal Investigator

Caharian in his youth found himself drawn to a certain genre of television. The horror side. He liked watching movies consisting of hauntings, possession, and exorcisms, to name a few. He was always frightened by these movies, but also got that tingly butterfly sensation people get when they experience adrenaline. He especially liked it when the spirits would be contained in spirit boxes or meters, unable to wreak havoc further. In his eyes, spirits are notorious for being trouble makers without having to worry about consequences.

..most of the time.

Years later, he would start his own small sort-of business dedicated to getting rid of spirits and poltergeists. He had his own website, his own telephone line and email, and had loads of equipment used to contact and dispose of the spirits. He only charged fifty dollars per appointment, so he also had a part-time job at an old thrift store. His apartment was small, but was big enough to support him.

Caharian would get an email late at night from someone located about twenty minutes away from his apartment complex, complaining that doors in their house have been slamming on their own, and kitchenware such as knives, rags, or pots and pans have been thrown about, making messes of their kitchen time and time again. The person stated that they'd like help as soon as possible. When he received the email and skimmed over it, he gave himself a small grin, immediately sending an email response and letting the person know that he was on his way without a second thought.

After packing all his equipment, Caharian drove the twenty minutes, and turned up at the person's house at around 10:30 pm. The house was a bit isolated, backed up to a lake and surrounded by trees for a few house lengths down the road. It seemed a bit old, and worn down.. obviously something that hinted at a haunting. Caharian pulled his bag over his shoulder and parked his car, getting out and inhaling the crisp night air through his nose. Then, finally, he headed up the driveway and to the front door, giving it a few knocks before pressing the doorbell once.

While he waited, he unzipped his bag and rummaged through it, making sure hed packed everything he needed.

"..Camera.. EMF meter.. spirit box.. salt.."

Caharian muttered to himself, nodding as he continued rummaging around for the time he was waiting.