He leaned back in his seat, frustrated. Maybe the ghosts only show themselves when someone’s in there, he reasoned. They wouldn’t act up if I’m sitting here like a fool in my car. He glanced at the time, feeling the hours stretch on. Still nothing. Maybe it was all in his head. Maybe he’d been chasing shadows.
As the minutes ticked by, Nathan’s mind started to wander. Why am I even doing this? he thought. If I’m really just imagining things, then I’m wasting my time. He was about to give up, preparing to head back inside when the microphone feed suddenly picked up a sound.