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“You mean I can’t just go flop down on my bed and pass<br />
out? Well, at least I don’t have the morning shift tomorrow.”<br />
Surprisingly, I wasn’t actually that tired, even though it was after 1<br />
am. My body must have still been on a high from all the leftover<br />
adrenaline.<br />
When I stepped into the family room, Gunner was dead to<br />
the world in his armchair with his book still open on his lap. Trouble<br />
was lying on the floor by his side, and when I came in he raised his<br />
head curiously. I held up my hand, the signal for “stay,” so he<br />
wouldn’t wake up my brother by bolting up. He did as he was told<br />
and laid his head back down on his paws.<br />
I tiptoed as quietly as I could down the hall to my bedroom.<br />
Once safely between the Hollywood Undead and Asking Alexandria<br />
posters on either side of the door, I fell to my knees. A little<br />
dramatic, yes, but <strong>no</strong>w that I was in a place where I could really<br />
relax and unwind, the entire night came rushing back to me. I<br />
replayed it all in my head, every one of the intense emotions<br />
scratching at my heart as it rose up inside me with each scene.<br />
I had survived my first ghost hunt. And yes, I said first,<br />
because I knew it wasn’t going to be my last.<br />
On Sunday morning, as I was scooping popcorn into a red<br />
and white striped bag, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I handed<br />
the mom her giant movie snack, and she reached around the baby<br />
strapped to her chest to give me the money. After they had gone, I<br />
pulled out my phone, expecting to see a text from Michelle, to which<br />
I would respond with the timeless question of why people insisted<br />
on bringing babies to the movies. But instead of my best friend, I<br />
saw a missed call and a voicemail from Tucker.<br />
“Jake! I’m going on my break,” I an<strong>no</strong>unced to my<br />
coworker. He <strong>no</strong>dded sleepily, giving me the green light to escape<br />
and see what was up.<br />
Once I was in the breakroom, I played the voicemail. “Hey,<br />
Chelsea, you have got to hear this. I was listening to the audio we<br />
recorded in the bedroom and we’ve got a Class A EVP! Sorry. I’ll<br />
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