A Ghoulish Problem on Alcatraz

Ghoul was sitting in his office with his mask on staring at the people on the beach through his window. His office was overlooking a popular beach destination that many people flocked to. Mainly to take pictures with seals and take pictures with ice cream cones. Ghoul was about to go out and maybe get himself some fresh air. His rotten taste buds wouldn’t pick up on the subtle flavors of ice cream, but it did do the mind good to feel sunlight every now and then. He was slipping on his gloves when a tall, beautiful woman walked into his office. “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.” He said, unable to hide the disappointment in his voice as she came through the door. “You are the Ghoul, yeah?” Ghoul nodded solemnly. ”That’s what it says on the door. What can I help you with today, miss…?” Ghoul said motioning with his hand. ”Sasha. I’m with the San Francisco tourism board, and we’ve heard that you might be able to help us out. You’ve found missing people before?” Once more Ghoul nodded. ”They aren’t always the same when I find them, but I can usually find your guy.” And Sasha smiled widely, before bending over revealing a low cut blouse. She picked up a pen and wrote down something on a piece of paper. “Then surely you can help me with my problem.” Ghoul continued staring at the wall in front of him, trying to avoid contact with… Baseball. The Mets just scored a homerun. Great job. Sasha coughed into her hand. ”Mr. Ghoul, I have written an offer for your services.” Ghoul looked at the number and shrugged. It’d pay off the rent anyway. ”What’s the job?”

__________________________ ALCATRAZ ISLAND __________________________

Ghoul had commissioned a boat to the island and the tourism board had decided to shut it down so that Ghoul could investigate without any interruptions. The former prison was certainly an area that Ghoul really didn't feel safe in. It felt... off. In every way. A sinking feeling in his heart that told him something was off. The shadows seemed to move and every once in a while, Ghoul would hear a deep rumbling moan, or the occasional sob from a cell. It was the glowing orbs of light that really got under his skin. He moved forward and began his search for the couple that had gone missing.

It wasn’t long until he found them. The bodies were twisted around each other in an unnatural fashion. The man seemed to be coiled around the woman who was hanging from the ceiling of a cell by an invisible noose. If it weren’t for the relatively untouched faces of the man and woman, he would’ve never been able to tell that it was them. Suddenly, a piercing scream erupted from the womans throat. She was still alive. Ghoul quickly went to work to attempt to pull her down, carefully. It was then that Ghoul’s hand flew off. Acidic green blood splashed into the womans… dead eyes. She was gone. But… That couldn’t be, right? She just screamed. Ghoul was about to question this when the womans hands flew at him and began slapping him. ”Get out, unliving one! This is our home now!” Cackled a hideous sounding voice. His legs flew off suddenly, followed by his arm with his only hand on it. The rotting arm slipped free from his sleeve, taking his glove with it. The woman's hand flew onto Ghoul’s stump, and using this he rolled from the area. Doing his best to get to the boat.

Once home, Ghoul had used his good arm to replace the ones he had lost with other spare parts. His emotional state started going wild, but once he was able to gain control over the images and feelings going through his body all at once; he managed to contact Sasha. He explained that they had a very serious ghost problem, and that he would be contacting some people to assist in taking care of it, but that it’d be stupid to open the prison back up in the meantime. After a cursing out, and a warning to finish this fast. Sasha hung up the phone and Ghoul stared at the hand through his mask. He saw the woman's final moments, and it was horrifying. Ghoul’s screams had attracted people into his office. This was no ordinary ghost. He would need backup.

He put up a “Help Wanted” ad on craigslist, asking for assistance in an investigation.

closed lame, Jeannie was disappointed to find out Alcatraz was closed oww and she came all the way to San Francisco, to see it now she finds out's closed. so while looking up other things to do there will she waits to see if it well reopen.

she came across an ad on craigslist, someone needs help investigating Alcatraz! most be why it's closed.
yay, this way she could see Alcatraz and get paid for it.

she calls the number in the ad to see about getting the job.

"Hello?" Ghoul answered with his mouth full of soda. He hadn't expected anyone to call during his lunch break, but maybe this would be good. He had returned back to his office and was more than ready to just go ahead and give up on this case. He already lost a perfectly good limb, so why would he go back? Then he remembered the two tourists and sighed slightly.

Ghoulish Investigations, how may I help you?"

Ghoulish Investigations? what an amusing name for a ghost hunter place Jeannie thinks
umm I saw your ad for the ghost hunter assistant job and was wanting to apply for it.