The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17

Mr. Johansson opened the door. I was expecting a cold
demeanor again, but tonight, he gave us a big smile. “Welcome.
Come right inside.”
As I passed him, he raised his eyebrows. “Are you okay?”
I hadn’t realized I’d been frowning in his direction.
Immediately I wiped the expression off my face. “Oh, yeah, I’m
okay. Sorry.” Just a little wigged out by your complete personality
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Richard led the way up the stairs to the table where we’d sat
down to interview the Mrs. and Timmy. He set down his case, and
the rest of us followed suit.
Before unloading, he turned to Mr. Johansson. “Would you
mind giving us a tour of the house?”
“Of course, of course.” The man seemed completely happy
to oblige the team leader’s request. He motioned for us to follow
him and started off down the hall. “I’m the only one home tonight.
Mrs. Johansson took Timmy out. She didn’t want him getting
scared.”
God, someone was awfully bubbly and talkative tonight.
Even though I had already seen what the interior looked like, I
brought up the rear of the tour for good measure. I wanted to keep
an eye on the sketchy Mr. Johansson, and the best way to do that
was to stick close to him. And blend in with the rest of the group, of
course.
Once the rest of my teammates had a chance to visit every
room in the house, we returned to base camp to gear up. I’d been
sure to wear my cargo pants again, so I loaded the pockets with my
flashlight, my digital camera (now with infrared capabilities), my
voice recorder, my EMF meter, and my brand-new infrared noncontact
thermometer (a Christmas present from the boyfriend —
how romantic, right?).
It didn’t take everyone long to situate the cameras and
motion sensors where they wanted to. They didn’t know any of the
specific claims, so they were going completely off of intuition. I kept
my mouth shut so that I wouldn’t affect their focus, but I did
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