The Ghosts Of New Orleans (A PARANORMAL RESEARCH AND CONTAINMENT DIVISION (PRCD) CASE FILE) Read Online Free

baked potato and a hearty salad.
Unfortunately, in the flood-destroyed towns along the Gulf Coast, she wasn’t
going to be enjoying a steak for some time.  Shrugging her shoulders, she stood
and headed for the shower. Oh well, she could always drink a protein shake, at
least those were chocolate.

Chapter Three
    The Humvee was the vehicle of choice for a mission like this.  Eloise
rode in the back and the two Marine Sergeants, lovingly called Bert and Ernie
by Sally, rode in the front. Sergeant David Turner drove and Sergeant Mitch
Anderson rode shotgun, literally.  Turner was about six feet three inches tall
and a muscular 250 pounds.  He had dark hair worn in a regulation crew cut. 
His bright blue eyes were piercing and intelligent.  He was someone you would
want on your team. Anderson was shorter at six feet even.  He was leaner and
tougher than his bulky counterpart. He had reddish-blonde hair that was nearly
shaved off.  You could mistake his quiet demeanor for a lack of intelligence,
but once you saw the depth of his gray eyes, you would know he was merely
watching and waiting.
    Eloise was initially surprised at the weapons the Marines were carrying
when they arrived at the base camp.
    “Don’t want the unfriendlies to take a shot at you, ma’am,” Sgt. Turner
explained. “We’re here to protect you.”
    “I appreciate that, Sergeant,” she replied, feeling more comforted than
normal by the presence of the two men.
    “We need to travel south along the highway until we get to the shore,
then the town is about 10 miles to the west,” she explained as she climbed in
the back of the Humvee.
    “Ma’am, that area took a direct hit, there’s no one there to save,” said
Turner.
    Eloise nodded.  “Thank you, Sergeant.  I still need to go there.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “My family has a place near there,” Sergeant Anderson said. “Hurricane
missed it, ‘cept for a little flooding. Guess we were lucky.”
    “Guess you were,” said Eloise, looking out her window.                       
    The highway was still littered with the remains of the storm surge. 
Pieces of drywall, doors, furniture and personal effects lay across the road,
in trees and in ditches.  Homes had been pulled off their foundations and lay
drunkenly in yards. All the vegetation was either covered with debris or
flattened from the water.
    As they drove, Eloise could tell that the Marines were on constant alert
for looters with guns.  Eloise was on alert for another, more deadly
combatant. 
    She knew the area of the country she traveled through was well-known for
phenomena that science could not explain.  Many people in that region held
powers that were not given to them without the ultimate sacrifice – their
eternal souls.  Fighting against something that had no reason to live tended to
give them an advantage.
    Once the sun set, the world around them was pitch black and the lights
from the Humvee only illuminated four feet in front of them.  Eloise’s eyes
were drawn to the darkness beyond the road.  She could occasionally catch a
psychic glimpse of a passing soul – but they would have to wait for another
day.  She had a specific assignment for this evening.
    As they drew closer to the site, Eloise could feel the darkness
enveloping them.  There was death here – but there was more than death.  Eloise
only hoped that she could complete her assignment quickly.
    They pulled the Humvee up to a clear area and unloaded the equipment. Sergeant
Anderson shivered. “Boy, this place sure gives me the creeps. Kinda reminds me
of the family place.”
    Eloise looked around at all of the spirits that were wandering aimlessly
through the town.  She could see one standing next to the young Marine.  A
young woman, covered in dirt and debris.  She turned and smiled at the Marine,
batting eyes that no longer held life.
    The Marine shivered again, ran his hands up and down his arm and then
glanced