The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17

Instead of a terrifying monster with giant claws, or whatever
nonsensical beast I expected, I only saw Susannah and Jamie
huddled around the little camera screen. When they noticed me
looking, they both waved us over at the same time. I was hesitant to
break away from Tucker’s hands, but I had to see what they’d found.
He was right at my heels anyway as I joined the other two.
They moved over to give us a better view of the palm-sized screen.
Jamie had his hand on a button, and I saw myself falling in reverse
as he rewound the footage. A second after I was on my feet on the
video, he took his finger off the button. “Okay, right here. This is
some Paranormal Activity shit.”
My eyes glued themselves to the tiny image of me as it raised
one foot to step out of the room. Suddenly, what looked like a very
small and subtle shock wave blasted out from the center of my back,
sending ripples through my t-shirt. Susannah was easily a foot
behind me, with both her hands on her camera, just as she’d said.
Surprisingly, I didn’t freak out. In fact, I didn’t really feel
anything. Maybe my body was becoming immune to fear after being
constantly attacked by it. Or maybe it didn’t know how to process
the physics-defying event it had just been a victim of. It was quite a
weird phenomenon to stand there feeling absolutely nothing,
watching a clip of myself being shoved by an invisible force. I raised
my hand to point at the screen. Despite my numbness, it was
quivering. “Can ... can I see that again?”
“Yeah, sure.” Jamie fumbled hurriedly with the device and
rewound it again. Once more we saw the clear imprint of something
hitting my back, only nothing was there.
By the time it was over, my brain had remembered how to
send reactions through my body. Dampness was clutching at the
fabric under my arms and my breathing sounded ragged and
shallow. My heart rate was gaining speed like a rocket launching
into the sky.
“Are you okay, Chelsea?” Susannah asked. “You look
awfully pale.”
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