The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17

That uneasy feeling was creeping into the crevices of my
mind again, but I tried to brush it off again.
“If anyone’s in here with us, then hello,” Tucker greeted the
alleged spirit. “I’m Tucker. This is Chelsea. Can you tell us your
name?”
One of the challenges of partnering with him now was the
fact that it was way hard to keep my emotions in check. When my
red beam roved over his face, my heart gave that pleasant little heavy
beat against my ribs. Immediately I took a deep breath to steady
myself. Bad, Chelsea.
Gradually, my uncomfortable feeling subsided with each
question that we asked. The voice that Timmy heard didn’t come
snaking from the black corners of the room. We didn’t get any kind
of answer at all.
Eventually, Tucker turned to me. “You want to head into the
bedroom? We’re getting nowhere in here.”
We picked up our equipment and switched to the other room
down the hall. This time I didn’t sit down. I felt on edge again; I just
couldn’t shake the idea that something didn’t seem right about the
whole situation.
Tucker didn’t seem to pick up on the same feeling, though,
so I tried again to convince myself that it was all in my head. The
rest of the group members were way more sensitive than I was. If
they weren’t feeling like something was off in the house, then it had
to be just because I had been to the preliminary visit.
He took out his own voice recorder and placed it on the floor
beside the camera. Then he produced his cell sensor and started to
scan the room with it, giving the introduction as he went. “You
might have heard us in the next room, but I’d like to say hello again.
I’m Tucker, and this is Chelsea. We’d like to ask you some
questions.”
Silence roared in my ears, adding to the general wanting-torun
sensation that was nipping at my heels. No matter how I tried to
argue the emotion with logic, it was not going away. I turned so my
back was against the wall and I could clearly see the rest of the room,
as long as I had the flashlight on.
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