John Casper / OC / barplace
So, a paranormal investigator (slash exorcist slash slayer - both of these terms are used very loosely, mind) walks into a bar, unlit cigarette held between his lips, and stops dead in his tracks.
"Ah, hell. What now?"
John's seen some weird shit in his time, and though nothing really shocks him anymore, walking into a place that wasn't there five seconds ago is kiiiiiiiind of unsettling.
At least the lights are dim.