PARANORMAL DETECTIVE 4 CHEAP

Name: Carlyle Cullen
Reason: At a young age you entered a bathroom to find it occupied by a thirty year old man taking a dump. You quickly ran out and waited by the door. After 35 minutes you checked the bathroom again because you were about to shit yourself
>no one was in the bathroom
You've been after the shitter-ghost ever since.
Invaluable skill: Deduction motherfucka, you take the time to notice small details and derive larger facts from them
Boon: No fear. Your fight or flight mechanism is apparently broken.
Gear: a video camera, one of those nice ones that has several different recording options including FLIR and night vision.

Dr Jakob Mulder a 15 year old genius who's parents were murdered when he was 3.
You are the most powerful being in all existence, after being brought back to live by the devil you woke up with the power of the "black burning flame of darkness" in your left arm, this power is so powerful that if you ever used it you might die! Fortunately you have an eye patch that seals 99% of your power and also disguises your heterochromia. but you can still see ghosts.
You use your powers to defeat evil spirits in the hopes you will one day find your parents killer and bring them to justice.

>>127369
I'm going to guess that you are the same age as your character

>>127369
>>127004
Your name is CARLYLE MULDER, no relation (unfortunately). Since age 15, you've considered yourself a bit of a genius, so much so that your REAL parents MUST have died with you were 3, to be replaced with G-men substitutes!
You have no proof of this. You just know it to be true in your heart. Also, it really explains the whole divorce thing.

You've been hunting the paranormal ever since the infamous Phantom Shitter incident at a Kwik-E-Stop bathroom. There's been scattered reports of Ghost Shitting incidents since, but you'll track that phantom down SOME DAY.

While many "paranormal detectives" in fiction can see the dead, read thoughts, or have some other magic bullshit edge, you make do with DEDUCTION, MOTHERFUCKA, using your ability to piece together small, seemingly unrelated clues to reveal larger truths. This gift is made evident through the yarn-strewn corkboards you have posted in your garage-lair. No one else but someone with your gift could have found the sinister connection between Superburger and the Masonic Lodge! (related note, you've sworn to never eat there again)

Second to your deduction skills, your other most valuable gift is that you APPARENTLY FEEL NO FEAR. In fact, the only reason the Phantom Shitter incident scarred you so was that you nearly ruined your favorite pair of shorts waiting for him to finish his ethereal bowel movements. Nothing about the supernatural really SCARES you, per se, it's more like a... A interest? Yeah, an interest. That's why you've been buying books on the supernatural since age thirteen, and that's why you've attempted to summon every spiritual entity from Archangels to Zanthor the Nameless into your parent's basement.

Either none of those entities exist or they're all too much of a dick to give you the time of day.

Your only gear is a video camera and a family photo of your REAL parents holding you when you were two. They look just like the FAKE ones, only they're married and capable of love.

You approach the trailer. It's currently three in the afternoon and the summer heat is sweltering. You feel like you're coated in a layer of sweat, but the AC unit mounted in one of the trailer's window gives you hope of impending relief.

The trailer itself is... Almost derelict. Paint and coating peels off its sides, other windows are covered in layers of dirt, showing nothing within (odd, since you can still see the glass). A rusted out barbecue pit sits in front of it, along with a tattered deck chair. A sad, sad garden gnome stands watch next to a set of splintery wooden steps that lead up to the trailer's battered screen door. You can only hope the door behind it is unlocked, as the inhabitant's nephew promised.

How are you going to approach this thing? I mean, you're not worried, it's 3 in the afternoon, Horror never happens in the afternoon!

>>129882
Check the grill.
Why?
Because I'm a motherfucking detective.

>>129955
The first thing that comes to mind is to check that motherfucking grill. Who knows what you will find!

... And you do find... Something. The contents of the grill are mostly old charcoal, it doesn't look like this thing has been lit in a while, but you also find some old chicken bones (gross) and... Some singed scraps of paper? It looks like he was trying to burn something.

Examining the paper, you can only see fragments of frantic, smeared scribbles. Even if these bits WEREN'T covered with old charcoal, you don't think you could make much of it. But still, it's a CLUE!

You add it to your CLUE COMPENDIUM, which is really just a cheap spiral notebook you bought at S-Mart and used a marker to draw an eye on the front of. It's your motif!

Closing the grill, you turn to regard the trailer once more. Is it... Is it exuding an aura of menace? No... No that's just the heat radiating off the sides. Jeez it's hot out here.

>>130014
Go up and knock on the door. Some ghosts respond to "shave and a haircut"

>>130039
You perform the classic "shave and a haircut" knock on the screen door, which is loud enough to surely be heard by any ghost or non-ghost occupants inside.

... Waiting...

... Waiting...

Okay it's been at least three minutes and no "two bits" this is bullshit.

The heat is making you regret wearing a black button up shirt. But hey, ALL paranormal detectives wear black on the job! At least you didn't wear your sweet leather jacket. You can't wait for fall.

It's been about five minutes now. No answer. Your employer warned you this would probably happen. In fact, he told you his uncle likely wouldn't be home, unless his old pickup truck was parked outside.

You look to your right, near where you parked, where your DETECTIVE SENSES noticed signs of prior vehicular parking. He's definitely not here now, your car is the only one. In fact, the nephew claims he camped out here for the last three days and didn't catch his uncle come back home.

Normally this would be a job for the police, but the man is apparently a known drug user with a history of disappearances, and SOMEONE is still paying the rent. The nephew is the only one who believes his uncle is suffering from paranormal forces, which is why he went to you.

Seven minutes now. You're running out of exposition. Should you just try the door? Or maybe... Maybe that's what they EXPECT you to do...

>>130095
Sometimes the only way to find a trap is to spring it- maybe Sherlock Holmes said that.

Let's try the door. Two bits isn't coming.

>>130117

You're pretty sure that was Sherlock. Yeah. Sounds right.

You open the screen door, which creaks load enough to make your skin crawl, and try the handle of the door within. Sure enough, it's unlocked. You crack is open and are greeted with a nice, refreshing gust of ice cold air.

Oh god and then the smell hits you.

The acrid stench of mold greets your nostrils. Looking within the dark trailer, it's clear why, trash is piled almost everwhere. Everywhere that you can see, that is. It's also almost pitch black inside, as the windows illuminated from the light behind you are revealed to be covered in a generous layer of what looks to be tin foil.

You step inside, closing the screen door behind you while leaving the actual door open. Hm, what to do...

You could LOOK FOR THE LIGHTSWITCH. It was the first thing you did when entering, but the spot where a switch would normally be was nothing but a void with a couple dangling wires. Did the occupant remove it? Why? Still, surely he had some other lights in the room. They've got to be here somewhere.

Alternatively, you could close the door behind you and use your nightvision on the camera to navigate. This would cost battery but, well, if you can find an outlet here you brought your charger. But this would put an obstacle between you and a quick exit. Lesser, fearful men wouldn't attempt this, but fear is a word your personal dictionary does not possess. No, really, you rip that page out of every dictionary you own. Someday it'll make for a really cool prop-supported one-liner. What were you saying? Oh, yeah, option 2, CLOSE THE DOOR, USE THE NIGHTVISION.

Alternatively, you could THINK OF SOMETHING COOL AND UNIQUE. You remember that you have a lighter in your pocket. Maybe navigate the trailer by lighter-light? That'd be COOL AS HECK.

>>130217
Make a torch out of trash and light it with the lighter. Because that's more visually appealing and produces more light than the lighter

>>130314
You just had the coolest idea. Like, the coolest.

You grab some Pizza Mutt boxes and Taco Shell wrappers. You make a cone out of the boxes and stuff the wrappers in the wide end. You then put your lighter to it.

Somehow, it lights. The flickering light illuminates most of the room.

The room you're currently in is a combination living room and kitchen. A ratty couch sits at one end, covered in various fast food wrappers and other trash, with a cheap coffee table in front of it. Various drawings and writings cover its surface, but you're not close enough to examine them from the doorway.

Across from the table is a very dusty, very out-of-date television... Is that a CRT? On the shelf of the plywood stand beneath it sits an equally dusty VCR, and you can see a miscellany of scattered tapes with hand-written labels.

Next to the sofa also stands a cheap, rather short bookshelf. Dusty paperbacks cover its shelves, along with a... Rock? Some sort of clay thing with an imprint? You can't tell what that is, but it sits next to a framed picture of some kind.

The kitchen area is separated from the living room by only a counter meant to be used for a dining area. Matted carpet changes to smeared linoleum, and the floor seems to be just slightly less obscured by trash. However, you do note in the flickering fire light that several roaches are darting across the floor. Nice.

From where you stand you can see the kitchen consists of an old fridge, a sink overflowing with dishes, a microwave, one of those infomercial food processors, and a series of cabinets and drawers.

To your right is a short hallway containing three doors. At the rear of the kitchen, as well, are two doorways, only one of which has a door on it.

Standing with your flickering torch, you feel really cool. You're sure this won't backfire at all.
Where do you start your investigation?

Let's go check our that door without a door on its hinges.

>>130744
You go check on that doorway, your torch flickering beside you.

Turns out it's less of a door-without-a-door and more just a doorway that never had one. It leads to a back area, small, with a clothes-washer and drier. Of course, these are both covered in a wide variety of clothing, no doubt all dirty.

It looks like there's a back door here, as well, but it's blocked by a shelf filled with miscellaneous junk. That looks like it was placed to intentionally block it. No doubt the door is locked, too, though you don't see a way to get to the handle to check.

You make sure to keep your torch away from the clothing, but at the same time can't help but think how cool it'd be to use one of these old shirts to make a replacement.

What do you do next?

>>131070
Make a replacement out of the shirt and a plunger
Also, look at the clothes to determine the sex and ages of who lived here c

>>131212
You don't yet have a plunger, but it's only a matter of time until you find one, with how nasty this place is. You take a shirt, a green, ratty thing that looks stained with grease.

The clothes could belong to either sex but the amount of boxer briefs and lack of brassieres lead you to believe that this Uncle must live alone. The clothes are all stained with varying amounts of grease and mud.

In the pocket of one pair of pants, you notice a scrap of paper. Inside, it's a receipt for... Christmas lights?

You look up. Huh. You didn't notice until now, but there's a strand of lights lining the edge of the wall right beneath the ceiling. Weird. You add the receipt to your CLUE COMPENDIUM, also making a note about MUDDIED CLOTHES.

Your torch is beginning to get uncomfortably warm on your hand.