Chapter 2: The Basement
10:15 am
The basement, as you might expect, is large, dark, dank, and filled with decades of clutter and debris. Generations of rats and cockroaches have made this place their home, and signs of their presence are everywhere. A huge, ancient hot-water heater and accompanying storage tank take up much of the primary area; to the south, an ancient gas furnace sits quietly, waiting for the weather to change, its pilot light gamely lit. Near it is the main fusebox for the building, rusted shut. Mounds of discarded items fill all corners of this area, leaving only narrow corridors and pathways between them, barely large enough for you to pick your careful way through. Two obvious entry paths can be seen; the staircase leading up into the interior of the apartment building, and an old rusty steel door which leads to the back alley.
The cleanest section belongs to Don Davidson, clean here being a relative term. It is filled with discarded furniture, piles of old clothing and garbage, and numerous pieces of electronics in various stages of disassembly. Old toasters, broken VCRs, radios, televisions, CBs, anything you can think of that uses electricity probably has a presence here. It’s immediately obvious that, while Mr. Davidson enjoys his hobby of electronics, it will probably stay that way for the foreseeable future: Just a hobby. Kristopher takes one glance at the debris here and decides that it would best be taken to a landfill; anything that may once have been fixed has been irrevocably destroyed by Don’s inept handling.
The area belonging to the Pogoni family is easily recognizable by the broken or outgrown toys, clothing, furniture, and other items once beloved by the Pogoni children, now left down here to rot. Old mattresses, piles of clothing, broken toys, and the like lay scattered about this area.
A third area contains a variety of items, similar to the rest of the contents of the basement, although showing signs of a slightly higher… or at least, more developed… sense of taste. Nothing here is particularly valuable, except perhaps for a discarded dinette set which still looks serviceable, although one chair is missing. A cardboard box contains 11 empty mayonnaise jars; another one holds a set of Encyclopedia dated from the early 1970s. A third box lays open, turned on its side, and its contents spilled onto the floor: four wigs of varying color, four pair of white vinyl high-heeled go-go boots, four white vinyl mini-skirts, and a change-maker.
The fourth area contains bag upon bag of dirt; some of which is labeled potting soil, in unopened plastic bags… most, however, is old burlap sacks and sandbags, torn and spilling onto the floor. Also in this area are numerous old shovels, picks, rakes, hoes, and a substantial supply of lumber… wooden boards, planks, plywood, and such, most of which show signs of being taken piecemeal from various construction sites, as they lay scattered about in various levels of useability. Like the rest of the basement, of course, this area too holds numerous other broken or discarded items, none of which are interesting in the least.
Professor Jenkins carefully picks his way through the debris, PKE meter in hand, as he and the other Ghostbusters search through the filth and garbage for anything that might seem interesting or important.
Brian rolls 13, no ghost, in his BRAINS check to use the PKE meter.
The entire basement has unusually high levels of psychokinetic energy traces; there is clearly a spirit or ghost somewhere in this building, and judging by the readings, this area is haunted quite frequently. The Professor gets high readings from a variety of objects, but is unable to pin down any particular location as being favored by the phantom.
So far, so good. What’s next on the agenda? Let me know when you’re ready to move on to the next floor and I’ll put up that map.