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→I could tell that the answer I gave her was not the one that she’d anticipated. Her lips turned down and deep creases appeared on her brow. Her eyes quickly glanced back to the corner of the room then back down at her hands. She was wrestling to tell me something. Her hands twisted fiercely around each other and she nervously fidgeted in her seat. The silence was uncomfortable and the tension was unnerving.

→Emily would sometimes come over and force me to watch episodes of Ghost Hunters or Ghost Adventures, but I never really believed any of it. It all seemed so fake to me. I self-labeled myself a skeptic.

→My heart raced as I fought the indecision of either peeking through the window or minding my own business and walking away. But I quickly realized that I didn’t have a choice. My whole being was drawn towards the window, so against my better judgment, I went closer. The window on the backside of the cabin was cracked open. It was a bit too high, but I spotted an old wooden crate under the back stairs, which I drug out and propped below the window, praying it would hold my weight. I carefully stepped up and very, very slowly inched my head upwards.

→“He’d better, or you’ll end up like the moose-head mounted up on that wall,” the harsh voice replied in a deep southern drawl.

→“He’s coming. I promise you. I know he’ll bring the money,” wailed the younger, pleading voice.

→I heard a loud voice which sounded very angry, and a second voice – younger and pleading. Cautiously, I stepped even closer, beneath an opened window, so I could clearly hear their conversation.