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“Is there anyone in here with us?” Tucker asked. After a<br />
second’s pause, he added, “We hear that you like to talk to the little<br />
boy who lives here.”<br />
A clicking noise rose from the corner that made my heart<br />
jump into my throat, but when it continued, I realized it was just the<br />
radiator. It was winter; obviously people were going to have their<br />
heat on. I exhaled heavily.<br />
“He’s scared of you. We’re not scared. We just want to talk<br />
to you. We want to find out who you are.” He walked over towards<br />
the closet.<br />
Suddenly, at the exact time that the noise from the radiator<br />
died down, another sound rose to meet our ears. It was so faint I<br />
wasn’t sure if I was hearing it at first, but then it gradually got<br />
louder. My blood froze solid in my veins as I recognized what it<br />
was: laughter. Whoever we were talking to thought what Tucker had<br />
just said was pretty hilarious.<br />
His head whipped around to look at me, and in the glow of<br />
the red flashlight, I saw his eyes were the size of clementines. <strong>The</strong>n<br />
the dark brows furrowed in concentration and he turned around<br />
again, searching for the source of the laughter. “Why was that funny<br />
to you?” he asked, keeping his tone even and making sure not to<br />
challenge the entity and provoke it to any further action.<br />
For an answer, the laughter stopped. <strong>The</strong> silence crept up on<br />
us again, making the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. <strong>The</strong>re<br />
was always the chance that the laughter had been residual, that there<br />
was no actual spirit there, but then why had it started and stopped at<br />
such opportune moments? I had to assume that we weren’t alone.<br />
And if that was the case, then why was it interacting with us when<br />
it had never showed its presence to the adult Johanssons?<br />
My heart was going haywire. “Tucker…” I said softly.<br />
<strong>The</strong> instant the word was out of my mouth, the closet door<br />
slid open so fast that it knocked violently against the doorframe.<br />
Tucker’s body flinched in surprise, and he immediately pulled out<br />
his camera and started snapping pictures. He leaned his head inside<br />
the closet to take a few more, and as soon as he straightened up<br />
again, the door slammed shut once more.<br />
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