by scifiguy3553
MOHRS' RESIDENCE; HAPPY VALLEY, OREGON--SOUTH OF PORTLAND...
Several months had passed since Trisha and her boyfriend, Sammuel, had experienced an extraordinary investsigation with PARA-Search. All that recording that Chris Hapshaw had done throughout that night came in handy for the paranormal crew's televison show. When it aired, it was received by critics with high marks and viewers used social media to plaster the Internet with their fandom and love for the show.
Of course, it made Trisha and Sammuel instant stars! Indeed, the reason why Sammuel was not around lately was due to the fact that Richard Hessl had offered both of them a job with PARA-Search! How the couple handled themselves out in the Forest Park woods made an impression with the whole crew. That, and the fact that PARA-Search's marketing division told them that the viewers liked the young couple and they wanted to see more of them...based on viewership's social media postings.
Trisha was at home with her parents this particular day because she needed to move more of her things from her parents' house. With the great job Sammuel and Trisha now had with PARA, they were able to afford to buy their own house. It was not that far from the Mohrs; the town of Beaverton--just South and West of Portland.
"So when is Sammy and the rest of the team coming back from South Africa," Faden Mohr, Trisha's mother, asked as Trisha came back in for another load of boxes to get from her parents' basement. Faden was just finishing up cooking lunch for the two of them. Bruce, Trisha's father was at work, with his computer engineering firm he started years ago. Faden took off from her job as a CPA to help her daughter with packing.
"They're not sure," Trisha said; grabbing a cookie from a glass jar. She leaned back against the kitchen counter. "Rich said they ran into some legal problems with the hosts-family."
"Uh, oh," Faden expressed as she, too, leaned against the counter.
"Not sure what it is...something about Chris placing one of those micro-cameras in a sensitive area of the house!"
They both broke out laughing.
"That Christopher," Faden said as she got off the counter and began to clean up the kitchen.
"Hey, Mom, if it weren't for that Christopher your future son-in-law and I wouldn't be able to move out to Beaverton...he was a genius to ignore Richard and kept on recording that investigation!" Trisha started for the basement.
"Oh, that reminds me, Dear..." Her mother walked out of the kitchen and went into the living room, then came back with a medium-sized parcel. "This came for you."
Trisha took the box from her mother and examined it. "It's a little on the heavy side...a bit of a rattle to it. Hope it's not broken, whatever it is!"
"I looked on the return address--"
"Yeah, I was noticing that...'Forest Park?' That's it? No name or or address?"
Trisha went ahead and opened the box as her mother looked on...Trisha froze on the spot.
"Well, what's wrong, Dear?" She walked over to Trisha and looked inside the box. "Ohh, well, that's beautiful! That would make a nice centerpiece for your new house, Dear! All you need to do is find something that would match with pebble stone, twigs, and...Trisha, Dear? Why is one of your team's tiny cameras in here?"
