detectivexraphael:
Coming to Redwater was an unreal experience. Raphael had been able to hear the voices of the dead for a long while now, but being here made them so much louder. One of them was much clearer than the others and drew him to this spot for one reason or another. He really wished he could actually talk to them if only to set some sort of boundaries.
“Oh sorry.” Raphael stepped back and out of the shot of the woman’s camera. The voice quieted down, only whispering one word over and over again. “Are you a tourist?”
“Tourist? Uh, yeah--sorta,” Charlotte answered, taking the picture as soon as the light came back. A perfect, picturesque shot of Redwater... home sweet home. Or, something like that. Charlotte rolled off her stomach and back on to her feet, stretching her legs and turning to face the stranger. “Work’s slowed down and my passport was burning a hole in my pocket.”















