Three Pans Full: 5

A few things to remember:
It starts with an innocent encounter, spirits reveal their reasons to the vulnerable and impressionable.
Activity gradually increases, expect it to get worse.
Do the research to determine what you're dealing with, you arrived afterward they did.
Do not invite them in.
Do not befriend them.
Do not challenge, provoke or threaten them.
Find peaceful resolve first, engage as necessary.
Be mindful, respectful and Steadfast.
Don't piss them off with holy water, amateur cleansing or DIY exorcism.
Get proper help before shit goes wrong.
Use common sense.

Howard Johnson 

Three Pans Full: 4

The last of the broken scaffolding collapsed. The tunnel went dark around them, in the quiet they waited. 'Jonathon?'

'Fuck you Max,' rumbling came through from a deeper part of the casm, polite and non threatening sounds in the aftermath. 'Maxwell?'

'Fuck you John,' each crunched rock under them to show signs of life as they did during role call taking with Ms Henderson. Her inconsistent squeaky bark of student's names could put anyone to death by teenage embarrassment, proper pronunciation of formal first names remains a scholastic staple, the boy underbreath response stirred the giggles of the other students.

'WOOO!' Echoed around them, 'what now smart guy?' Max didn't have contingency, they may well be screwed, John wasn't having any of his regular bullshit. 'The tunnel is this way,' flicking the flashlight beam into the far reaching corners of the dark. 'Will you put that stupid fucking thing away,' John started flinging clumps of dirt at his friend, 'there's nothing in there,' 'nothing in there what?' Max shot back, slapping the cover closed. The compact camera was their third wheel, traveling everywhere, Max recording and replaying his weird video.

'Lords of the underworld, darkness fills our hearts with pain.'

The corner of the bar was getting louder, the local biker gang celebrating, their chapter chant shouted with every round sent up the counter. Empty bottles tipping into the bin, glasses gathering nearby. Gandalf's remained a respectable pub, biker gangs in the area remained loyal patrons, never sharing their waterhole with other chapters. LotU were friendly, outlawed, getting drunk. Their fearless leader was absent, McGregor's hog wasn't outside. He'd been quiet, avoiding Gandalf's for nearly a week. That strange call, a couple of punk kids wanted to poke around the town archives but he settled them, sent them to the bottom of the hole. Punk kids playing YouTube out here in the boonies where our lady kept her secrets, the outlaw town dressed in a daily suit of tourist business made pretty by the quick search history of diamonds and demons. McGregor never believed any other that shit, the expectation his cursed family name advertises. None of that weekend cosplay wannabe after how many bodies he'd buried around town. He knew what lived in the dark; nothing. Spirits resided in the past where they passed, old mines were abandoned because they run dry, the nun. He held his breath at the thought of her, he knew her as she knew him, he also knew better.

Three Pans Full: 3

3.
'I don't believe in the supernatural yet I make my living hunting them, extermination for hire like any other job. Heading east from Hollywood I've taken them all done state by state, there isn't a haunted house, phantom hitchhiker, sasquatch or chuppacabra left on the continent. I then hopped the pond for jolly old England and did pretty much the same thing clearing castles, lakes, lochs and church buildings. Europe, the Middle East, Asia cleaned up their supernatural messes too. I'll admit South America was challenging, I could tell you but knowledge matters in the savage wilderness. I learned a few things about Africa, it's unpredictable. African Witchcraft is more psychological than magical when I drove the superstition off an entire continent. When you are this damn good business booms and hitting a few ghosts abroad offered a franchise opportunity I couldn't pass up. I upset a lot folk. More often than not the spelunking turned debunking and in Africa that means wealthy, crazy, unpredictable people will not like you. There were witch trials held the further south I went.'
'In short the weirdest encounter was the fallen angel from Columbus Ohio, called himself Joseph the, it didn't matter much the boy claimed retribution from the people who slain his beloved Ashley, the mortal reason he fell from grace. Joseph appeared unassuming, features of an athlete. He went down willingly but not without a fight. I respected that, gave him his vengeance first. He tore those hate mongering rednecks a new asshole, Ashley was their hate crime victim. Homophobic intolerance aside that was love powerful enough for an angel to rebel against heaven, Ashley was pretty enough to defy God for. I'm not one to judge, don't really think much of God anyhow but should I meet him let's just say that's one conversation the almighty Lord will not appreciate. Did I believe Joseph's story?
Wouldn't be much to my purpose going around hunting normal folk.'
Howard Johnson July 09844

Three Pans Full: 2

McGregor Museum remained silent, empty at night. Many believed the ghostly nun walked her rounds at night. Max, claiming to have seen her as he spun that yarn throughout his high school career. John remained skeptical. The two boys once dared each other to tour the museum after dark, neither boy did contrary to their brave boasts, they were afraid of her. But the nun knew, she heard them telling each other a fabricated account breaking into the museum. She'd seen both come through on a school tour, passing right in front of her. She knew the lie two childhood friends shared.

She knew the soldiers of several wars, caring for the young men scared to face death. She stayed by them, heard their confession, blessed each in the Lord's forgiveness, offered their final rites and lay them to rest. War was not the Lord's work, war was the evil of men unleashed. She remembered their fearful eyes staring beyond pain, beyond awareness, knowing life was ending and they were to leave this world untimely. She dared not cry with these young men, her tears could not reflect their fears. Let heroes pass in peace, let them. She knew the Rudd family, what scandal they buried somewhere inside the manor walls. Family portraits and old bullet holes. 'There are definitely spirits residing here, they seem friendly.' This old house was her house now and something threatened that.

Three Pans Full: Introduction

Two friends survive at the bottom of the Kimberly Hole following a free climb accident traps them. Lost in the darkness at the bottom of a giant hole something starts to haunt them. John, a paranormal investigator and novice climber reluctantly agreed to this free climb with his mate Max, a professional climber and amateur paranormal skeptic. Ghosts begin to emerge from history, haunting the pair, challenging their will to survive and their determination to live through the Northern Cape winter.

Uncancel Culture: Returned

Peck's Anchovette and Redro Paste have returned to retailers to help make South Africa great again. I still call for the return of Peanut Puff sweets and the original Chocolate Log  chocolate bars. These are the comfort foods the idiot millennial generation of South Africa laid the kibosh to. This was done by the gluten free, allergen riddled trans-vegan disassociate generation. I won't stand for that, cancel culture be damned take the warning labels off everything and let nature follow course.