Prologue: One Foot in the Grave

Derek gives a shrug about to remind him this isn't the one taking bites out of his daughter when the man gives up some information.

"I'll ask if he comes back around he seems to have gone slack looking for his wife and son, who are likely also dead but he seems to have thoughts he's still alive. He's warned us to stop digging to not rile up the Red Lady who's been attacking your daughter. I guess she's one of the few she is seeing that have migrated here via their washed away body caught under your property...Carrolton Cemetery No. 1 you said?" Derek comments pulling out his phone trying to find the cemetery and who would have records of the bodies in the cemetery or the bodies missing from there.

Adriana

After Max rushes from the kitchen, Claudine moves to one of the windows and looks out. While none of the kitchen windows directly overlook the gentlemen outside, she can get close enough to see the light of Jay's lantern, and she can see Max speaking to someone.

"What could they possibly be doing?" she says.

As she continues watching out the window, Samantha suddenly reaches out and grabs Adriana's hand. The teenager's face is pale. "I have a bad feeling," she whispers to the Sin-Eater.

"Huh, if the other ghosts leave first she won't have them to feed on until they're weak and have nothing left then she'll be looking for your daughter... Actually he says they've been trying to get people to move out on account of what has happened to your daughter..." Derek states his voice trailing off, "Shit we just fattened him up to feed her didn't we..." Derek states with a groan looking at Fields apologetically.

Derek

You do some quick research on your phone, and you find a website for Carrollton Cemetery No. 1. The site includes a helpful registry of graves that is searchable by name. Sure enough, when you search for "William Fields Sr," you find a matching entry. It states that the individual was interred on May 18th, 1961. There is an attached picture and obituary, which indicates a death due to stroke. It also states that he was survived by Phyllis Fields (his wife) and William Fields Junior (his son). Although grainy, the black and white photo definitely depicts the ghost standing in front of you.

You confirm that William Fields is correct. He was laid to rest in the cemetery down the street. However, the site gives no information about the current condition of the cemetery graves, or what other bodies might be missing.

Derek quietly says Oh and texts the last member of the Krewe still inside.

"Hello from outside, we're talking to someone who got washed over from the cemetery, nice fellow, family man, in the area a little while back from Katrina so good news we know who most off the people are possibly from, cemetery doesn't know the bodies are likely washed under this house. Bad new the Red Lady is probably not a ghost since she feeds on these despondent few and the young lady of the house."

Max

Mr. Guillory gives you a quizzical look. Although he seems to want to debate the suggestion, he thinks better of it and places his shovel down. "I need to check on my wife and daughter, anyway," he says curtly. He grabs his suit jacket from the bush and marches back inside.

Though you've employed the Shroud before, it remains a sobering experience each time you use it. Upon activation, you are sheathed in your geist's plasmic body. The Forgotten draws you across the barrier between life and death, and into the frequency of Twilight. For the briefest of seconds you feel weightless, and then nothing. You are immediately aware that you feel… nothing. Hunger. Thirst. Fatigue. Your body is no longer registering physical sensations. If you gave yourself a moment to process it, the sudden lack of such input would undoubtedly be unsettling.

While Sin-Eaters have their toes perpetually dipped into Twilight, it's an entirely separate thing to be fully immersed in the state as you are now. Everything looks different. Faded. The colors around you are muted and washed out. Dark hues have shifted to gray tones, and bright hues have dropped their saturation. Even light itself, whether moon light or patio lights, have less brightness to them like they're pouring through an opaque filter. Sounds aren't any better. All the noises around you are muffled as though you're hearing them underwater. This is how it feels to be a ghost.

Only the other members of your krewe, the Sin-Eaters, appear immune to this effect. None of them are muted, but rather, beacons of life. Their liminal auras put them in stark, crisp contrast to everything else. If the world in Twilight is standard definition, the Bound are 4K picture quality.

With little time to spare, you launch yourself into the dirt wall beneath the house. There is no resistance; it's like stepping through smoke or mist. All it takes is a few foot steps to get where you want to go. You pass through dirt, mud, rocks, and roots, and enter a small hollow within the detritus packed beneath the house. The area is a miniscule space about five feet high and no more than a few feet across. Although it would be pitch black in here for the eyes of the living, you perceive blackness (and everything in it) in shades of gray. Piled together at the bottom of the hollow are the remains of six people. The bodies have long decomposed into skeletons, but still clad in their burial garments. They have been contorted and hunched together in order to fit completely into the hollow. A quick glance is all you need to see that these bodies didn't end up this way simply by floating here. Someone carefully deposited them in here.

Directly above you are the joists and baseboards that comprise the bottom floor of the Guillory's home. At various spots, a semi-clear viscous jelly is dripping from the support beats, almost like the wood is sweating. It's Plasm, which tends to collect at cenotes. And where there's a cenote, there's very often an Avernian Gate. Though you have no way of seeing a gate while it's closed, your geist feels it. Some kind of passage way exists here under the house.

"Could she be like us but bad morals?"