[ The sorry sir threw him off guard a little, not more than a GHOST in the doorway but still yet. Standing up slowly, Steve began to reach out but stopped just short of making contact. Would he actually make contact? Had he started hallucination from exhaustion? He heard plenty of stories from others about the areas being haunted by those who lost their lives in such violent ways.
Before now, he never believed in such stories. How wrong he had been. ]
Wait. [ What? Shaking his head, he motioned for the man to come back into the room. ] Uh - who are you are? What happened?
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Before now, he never believed in such stories. How wrong he had been. ]
Wait. [ What? Shaking his head, he motioned for the man to come back into the room. ] Uh - who are you are? What happened?
[ Talk about losing it. ]