Haunter
My phone didn’t show anything special, so I stopped filming and crouched down, face to the dark corner.
“I can’t see you, but I know you’re there,” I said to the dust dancing in the scant daylight that reached the spot. “I’m Fran, and this is my friend Edward. Do you have a name?”
The only answer we got was another growl, more menacing because I was closer.
“D’you think it can speak, Edward?” I asked, my eyes still scanning the corner for any kind of shadow that didn’t belong there.
“I don’t know.”
“Can you hear me? Can you understand me?” I huffed. “Sorry. Let’s do something: if you do, please knock or tap on anything, make a noise other than a growl.”
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