The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17

What? I whipped my flashlight up to his face in horror, but
he was smiling. Oh. He was joking. Lighten up, Chelsea.
Okay, focus. What to ask the mysterious spirits? I could copy
something I’d heard the other investigators asking. That would be
safe. But if I was the ghost and had people repeating questions, I’d
probably get bored or annoyed after a while. Better to ask it
something original.
Finally, I blurted, “What’s your favorite color?” Oh, yes.
Very original. 100 percent pure Chelsea.
I glanced at Tucker, expecting him to laugh at me, but he
was just looking down at the EMF meter he had pulled out of his
pocket. After a moment, he stood up and walked over to the corner,
holding the meter in front of him.
Hmm. Apparently that question was appropriate. I tried to
think of what else I would ask someone when getting to know them.
What had Tucker and I talked about? Oh, yeah! “Do you like
music?” I waited a few seconds, as the others had, and added,
“What’s your favorite song?”
“Chelsea! Take a picture of me,” my partner spoke up. “I just
got a massive spike over here.”
I fumbled for my camera. “Get ready for a flash!” I snapped
five pictures as quickly as the little machine would take them. Each
time, the bright white light lit up the entire room and blinded us.
After the last time, I found myself blinking as my eyes tried to adjust
again to the darkness.
He thanked me and continued taking readings along the wall.
After a while, I ran dry of questions, and Tucker had run the
EMF meter through every inch of air in the room. He turned towards
me. “We would like to thank anyone who shared anything with us
tonight.” Then he nodded at the recorder. “You can turn it off if you
want and we can go check on the others.”
I pressed the same button he had and the red light
disappeared. I replaced the tiny machine in my pocket and stood up
to follow him out the door.
After a brief walkie-talkie announcement, we all migrated
back downstairs to the kitchen.
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