My 3rd ghost hunt fan-fic, part of a ghost hunts trilogy nature series. Though it is part of a trilogy series, it is not a sequel, I hate sequels

Characters:

Mai Taniyama (duh)

Narumi Kazuya (duh)

Hara Masako

Bou-san (Houshou Takigawa) for some reason, I hate his name as it is impossible to remember

Ayako

John

Yasuhara-san

Lin Kojou

And now let's start the story

The whispering mountain

Prologue

"Isn't this bad?" the man asked the big, gruff man who squatted at the edge of the deep black hole. The man was a detective and he was staring hard into the hole, torchlight in his hand and handkerchief to his nose and mouth.

"I have nothing to say," the detective said, his words came out muffled because of the handkerchief. He stood up and switch off the torchlight before wiping his sweaty fore head and hands.

The man was from a nearby village, he was a mountain tribesman. This was the first time the detective had seen villagers like this men. They lived a totally technology free life, it was as if they were people from 100 of years ago.

"Wait, before we move on, when did this start?" the detective asked. The man shook his head. "The elder woman said that this had happened for centuries..."

The detective sighed, "Then, why only inform us now." He said, noticing the next hole and squatting down again. The man did not speak and the detective sighed squatting over the hole. This was a weird village. Smacked right in the middle of a secluded mountain, with no other towns surrounding it and miles away from civilisation. The detective did not like it one bit.

He switched on the torchlight and stared at the hole. "It is all very strange," he whispered.

"This is your cemetery, right?" the detective said standing up and the man nodded. Surrounding them were silver head stones that gleamed in the sunlight. The detective grimaced at the human skulls placed above each head stone.

"So, what do you think detective?" the man asked. The detective wiped his fore head and with a shivering and nervous voice he spoke, "I told you, I don't know." He said.

"After all," he continued, "dead bodies can't just disappear on their own...can they?"

The cicadas that surrounded the trees began to chirp loudly and the detective gulped. Their chirps got louder and louder, the detective didn't like it one bit.

"It is a warning, then," the man from the village whispered, "The elder woman was right," he said, "The curse is true."

The whispering mountain

File 1#

Snow and invitation

"Mai, tea." Naru demanded when Mai entered the small office located in Shibuya district. Mai glared at the boy who sat on one of his ugly green sofa. He was reading an extremely thick book, it wasn't unusual. His unusually expressionless face was screwed up in irritation. "Tea!" he demanded again as Mai hung up her winter coat.

"Will you wait for a minute," Mai said to him, getting annoyed too. Naru clicked his fingers, "Tea," he demanded. "I am not a waitress!" Mai shouted at him.

"I am paying you." Naru said and Mai stormed towards the kitchen. She found the tea leaves and began preparing his stupid tea. I hope his bladder burst, Mai thought to herself and hurried to boil the water.

The doors of the office opened again and a tall Chinese man walked through the doll way. "Lin-san," Mai greeted. The tall Chinese man turned to her and nodded before hanging his coat. "You're late," Naru said. Lin bowed, "I'm sorry."

Mai arrived with the tea and slammed it down on the table. "Here you go you arrogant thing," she said. Naru ignored her picked up the tea and drank it. "Too hot," he commented, placing it down the table and looking at the book. It took every self-control she had not to hit him with her fist.

The doors opened again and Bou-san, Ayako and John entered the room. They were covered in snow and Bou-san was laughing. "Man, that was one hell of a snow storm," he said, taking off his coat and hanging it on the hook.

John and Ayako followed suit. "Weill, I hope it'll go away soon, the cold is not good for my beautiful skin." Ayako said.

"Don't you mean wrinkled skin," Masako's voice rang out behind the door and Ayako trembled in anger.

"Is this a gathering place for all of you?" Naru said, looking very annoyed.

"Narumi," Lin-san said to him and Naru looked up. Mai gasped. "Masako...is that...behind you..." Mai whispered.

Masako nodded. "We have a guest," she said, "And a case."

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"That's the famous detective we're always seeing on the news!" Mai exclaimed and the detective behind Masako grinned sheepishly. "Nah, nah, I am not that smart," he said.

"If you're not smart, than the rest of us are without brains," Ayako commented the detective laughed again before sipping the tea. He turned serious and faced Naru. "I have heard of you and your team, Kazuya-chan," he said.

Naru's eye brows twitched, "Chan?" he said and the ghost hunt team laughs.

"Oh, sorry, sorry," the detective said rubbing his balding head.

He shifted his spectacles, "Kazuya-san, you dealt with many supernatural cases before, am I right," he said and Naru nodded. "Well, I'm sorry, but could you accept my proposal," he said, "On behalf of the police force."

"What about your supernatural division," Naru said and the detective waved his hand, "No good, they do not know what is going on and it would seem they have another case." He said. Naru sighed, "What is it about?" he said and the detective turned solemn immediately.

"A few days back I was called to a small village located at the north tip of Kyoto itself, there, there was a secluded mountain and there was a village over there," he said, "It is a very weird village, the villagers there lived like the Japanese people centuries ago, if I had to describe them they are very ancient people. Anyway, when I was there I had to investigate a grave, apparently the people there are greatly troubled...I think they are too, because such a proud race would not ask help from outsiders, but they did."

"Get to the point," Naru said, and the detective winced.

Mai sighed; Naru never had patience for cases that did not interest him.

"The graves were empty...all of them, the bodies gone, the graves empty, and all 370 dead people, all gone."

Masako snorted and Mai turned annoyed. "There is only one explanation for that," she said, "Grave robbers." The detective smiled, "You see, Hara-chan, I thought of that too, but there was something bugging me,' he said, 'The villagers only discovered that the bodies were missing after they dug the graves opened."

There was a tensed silence. Mai tried to process the information, "Wait...that would mean..." Mai whispered, "Yes, how could grave robbers have dug the bodies out...when the soil is still over the dead bodies..."

"Simple," Masako said, getting irritated, "They dug out the dead bodies and place the soil back into the hole."

The detective was silent for a while and he clasp both hands tightly together and placed them on his face. His shifted and his glasses gleamed. It made him look very scary. "How can any human..." he whispered, "do it in one night."

Naru sipped his cup of tea and he stood up.

"We accept." He said, "Please bring us there."

The detective smiled, "By the way because of the difficulty of this case, I hired a few other teams." He said. Mai let out a huge sigh. She nudges Bou-san, "I sense déjà-vu all over again."

Bou-san nodded, "yes like that vampire's mansion that we visited last time." He said. (Ghost hunt episode 18 to 21)

Mai sighed as she watches Naru unload his huge bulk of electronic devices.

Here they go again.

Somehow, she did not have a good feeling about this case.

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The snow winds howled through the snowy mountains. The elder woman sat inside her hut. Her eyes closed. She had been blind for many years but now she could see it. The light candle fires flickered around her, illuminating their orange light on her wrinkled face. Incensed smoked around her and the elder woman took a deep breath.

"They are coming," she croaked, her voice old and ancient. The winds howled loudly outside her hut and the cloak that hung at the entrance of the hut blew inwards. The old woman opened her eyes. Her eyes were colourless and white. Her eyes widened. She could see, she could see it. The figure standing outside her door.

"Come in," she whispered.

The figure swept across the room, the candles died out and smoke filled the air.

Than the old woman saw no more.

She collapses on the ground...

And took her last breath.