Haunter
Over the forty-minute episode, they went up and down the Manor, calling out the evil spirits that had taken it over, seeing dark shadows and being touched by invisible hands, while bangs, knocks and creaking doors echoed all around them.
“Fake,” the Blotters said every time they claimed something had happened.
Save when Brandon Price fled the master bedroom, screaming like a little girl and swearing he’d seen the full-body apparition of a woman in a long dress.
I narrowed my eyes when the app remained silent. “Ann?”
A soft gust swirled around, like the faintest echo of chuckles.
“My room. Didn’t knock.”
“I knew it,” I said, chuckling too. “Well done. He totally had it coming.”
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