All Of Us Are Dead
“That ‘weird humming sound’ is literally the air conditioner.”
“Yeah, sure,” I replied dryly. “That’s what they all say before the haunting starts.”
Tori grinned at me, her blonde curls bouncing as she stuffed her laptop into her backpack. “You’ve been watching too many horror movies.”
“Correction,” I said, slipping into my coat. “Too many overtime shifts in an under-lit office. That’s the real horror.”
That made her roll her eyes.
She leaned against the desk beside mine, watching me zip up my bag. “So, you’re really heading home already?”