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Excerpt from SPRG Series Book 1:
By A.S. SantosVoices In The Theater
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Prologue
Samanthas room was quiet.
Too quiet,thought Grandma Marie, especially for a thirteen year old whod just spent
two days whining about missing her best friends party.
Grandma Marie put her book aside, crept up the stairs, and quietly pushed the door
open.
There were three huge lumps on the bed. The lumps were too large to be mistaken for
a girl, and too still to be a breathing human being. Grandma Marie pulled off the blanket, and
met nothing but pillows.
Within minutes Grandma had taken the house keys, grabbed her purse, and locked the
front door behind her. She knew Andy probably wouldnt approve of her leaving the house at
night. But she also knew that Andy would definitely make things worse for Samantha if he
found out shed disobeyed him and snuck out of the house. Their father-daughter relationship
was already strained enough as it is. Besides, Grandma knew where Libbys house was, and it
was only a few blocks away.
The street was quiet, and the air was cool.
The faint sounds of music and laughter came from somewhere near.
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Grandma Marie walked briskly along the sidewalk, as briskly as she could without
straining herself. She made sure to keep her breathing normal as she walked. Thats what
Andy wouldve told her.
The sound of squealing tires got her attention. She stopped and looked around to see
where it was coming from.
The headlights shone right into her eyes, blinding her. Before she could even move, she
felt her breath knocked out as something hard violently hit her waist, and for a brief moment
she felt like she was flying.
Then she heard the crunch of her own bones as she collapsed into a heap, felt the
sudden crack of her skull as it hit the pavement, and smelled the thick blood that spurted and
seeped through her scalp, spilling into the concrete within seconds.
The pain was instant, and it was horrible. She didnt know which part of her hurt the
most.
Her body started to shake, and her eyes began to dim.
Vaguely she heard the sound of car doors opening and slamming shut.
A young womans muffled voice was saying Oh my God, oh my God!
Somewhere near her, a male voice said, We better call 911. But his voice was shaking.
Grandma Marie tried to open her eyes, but the world was quickly growing dimmer
around her.
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She tried to speak, but her body was shaking too horribly.
Samantha, she wanted to say. Please take care of Samantha.
She didnt know if anyone heard her. She couldnt even hear the young peoples voices
anymore.
The darkness was clouding her eyes. The pain came in long explosions, inside her head,
inside her chest. It was overpowering.
Three blocks away, at a dining table littered with red paper cups of varying amounts of
soda and beer, Samantha stood, trying to decide what to do.
She held one of the paper cups in her hand, and beside her Eric Taylor stood smiling.
Come on Sam. Its just a sip. Itll help you relax. He tilted his head as he looked at her
with those clear blue eyes, the irises slightly hidden by a thick fringe of blond eyelashes.
Sam smiled back, then raised her cup towards him in a toast. Okay.
She casually brought the cup to her lips.
Samantha, said Grandma Marie.
Sam was so startled by her voice, she dropped her cup and spilled beer all over Erics
pants and shoes.
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Aw, shoot Sam! Eric glared at her, and his twisted expression surprised and disturbed
Samantha. Shed never seen him angry before.
On top of that she was already panicking, looking to her left and to her right. She
knew there was no way she was getting out of the punishment waiting for her. But where
was Grandma Marie? Was she hiding somewhere to spare her the humiliation? Or was she
standing somewhere conspicuous, about to embarrass her in front of her friends and ruin her
life forever?
She didnt see her anywhere.
Samantha moved past the still-angry Eric and a few other people in the dining room.
She went out the open sliding glass doors that led to the pool.
Libby was standing next to Mike at the edge of the pool. She was laughing at
something Mike said, and as she threw her head back she saw Sam approaching.
Sam!
Hey. Sam paused in front of her, and gave Mike a brief smile. Sorry Libby, but I gotta
bail. I think my grandmas here.
Here? Are you sure?
Well, I havent really seen her, but I heard her call me. I think shes around, maybe
outside. Maybe she doesnt want to embarrass me.
Lets hope. Libbys mouth twisted into a slight frown . Okay, Ill see ya.
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Bye.
Sam made her way around the pool area to the front of the house. Just as she was
stepping onto the sidewalk, an ambulance sped by in front of her, moving towards the direction
of her street.
Samantha, Grandma Maries voice said.
Sam whirled around. But she was alone.
Her heart was suddenly gripped with a strange fear. She didnt know why. She just
suddenly knew something was horribly wrong.
Sam started to run.
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Chapter 1: Reasons
There were less students today.
I didnt expect the university to be this empty. But I liked it.
There was less noise. Less whispers. Less stares.
Of course, it most likely had to do with the fact that it was a Saturday. And that it was
only 6:54 AM.
I stepped out from under the white concrete arch, out into the open hallway that
overlooked the tree-shaded main quad.
Yes. I likedit.
Not the fact that I had to wake up early to go to school on a Saturday. Especially when
I dont even have a Saturday class. But being in the university, with its open spaces and grass
and trees, so early in the morning with fewer students
It was relaxing.
I could hear the rustling of the leaves. Feel the soft breeze and filtered sunlight on my
face. If I closed my eyes, I knew I would even hear the birds.
I breathed in the morning quiet one more time, then turned around and went back into
the buildings main corridor. A few steps later, there was the sign on the wall. I followed the
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arrow, turned right, and made my way up the stairs.
I took a bite of the cheeseburger in my right hand. Chewed. Took a sip of coffee from
the Styrofoam cup in my left. My book bag bumped dully against my right hip as I reached the
second floor landing, which opened up into a hallway.
The floor here was shiny. The tiles reflected the yellow rectangles of light coming
from the open balcony at the other end. But despite the sunlight, the whole floor felt musty; it
was more of a feeling in the air than an actual scent. A feeling of age, and history.
There was a small sign over the third door, which was slightly ajar: LS204.
As I pushed the old wooden door in, a sudden thought flashed in my mind.
There are five people here.
The door creaked softly, and by the time Id gotten it fully open five different faces
were turned my way.
Hi there, said a guy in a white shirt and faded jeans. He was sitting in one of the
chairs that had been formed into a circle in the middle of the room. Hestheleader, I thought.
There was the hint of muscles on his chest and arms, outlined under his shirt. He was slightly
taller than most of the guys Id met so far . His deep set eyes were intelligent and analyzing;
his smile reminded me of an excited little boy.
Hi. I smiled politely. This is the ghost hunting club, right?
A small laugh came from the girl seated three chairs to his right. She looked familiar,
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but I wasnt sure why. Slightly chinky eyes, straight hair cut into a bob that nicely framed her
face. It made her look pretty and pixie-like. Even though she was wearing a black shirt,
denim mini skirt, and calf length leather boots, she still looked sweet.
Shes in Psych, too. Block 8. Lana Chan.
The thoughts came out of nowhere.
Youre Samantha, right? she asked me. Her smile was sincere and friendly. The girl
from the U.S.? New Jersey, right?
Yes. Ex-pat girl, thats me. Samantha Davidson. I gave everyone in the room a nod,
then took the seat next to the smiling girl. Youre Lana Chan.
A look of pure surprise mixed with her smile. Wow. You must have a gift for
remembering names.
I shrugged.
Richard, said the guy to Lanas right, leaning over slightly and nonchalantly waving a
hand at me. His long legs were taking up a lot of space in front of him as he sat; he had that
relaxed look of someone who owned the world.
The girl next to him rested her head on Richards shoulder, her arrow-straight hair
spilling over his sleeve and arm. She looked bored. Chynna, she said. Im not part of the
group.
Okay.
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My names Migs, said the guy in the white shirt. Hed actually left his chair, and it took
him only two strides to stand in front of me. He looked rather intense and formal as he
extended his hand.
This made me feel slightly nervous. The boys here behaved much differently from the
guys back home. And sometimes it even seemed like they meant different things with the
same gestures. Still, I shook Migs hand.
The sudden thoughts came.
Hes in Physics, Second Year. The guy in the seat next to him is his best friend.
I'm Aris,Migs best friend called out to me by way of an introduction, although he
remained in his seat. His smile was as friendly as Lanas. Everything about Aris was a slightly
darkened version of Migs: darker skin tone, thickertherefore darkereyebrows, a thick head of
black hair. He was even wearing a black shirt with something written on it in silver; only his
jeans were light and faded.
Hi.
Migs returned to his seat, but was still looking at me. Were just waiting for our club
adviser, and then we could start.
Man, I still cant believe you actually got this approved, Richard told Migs, smiling.
Howd you get a professor to sign on as a ghost club adviser?
Its nota ghost club, its a paranormal research group. Theres a difference.
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And that difference is why I signed on.
We all turned towards the door. This time, I actually knew the person standing there.
Good morning everyone, said Sir Julius, my professor in General Psychology.
He moved to sit behind the teachers table, and looked at us one by one. Those
intelligent eyes behind the glasses seemed to rest on me when he declared: Why dont we
start by finding out why were here?
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Chapter 2: Truths & Half Truths
Four more people came into the room while Migs was talking about the short history
of the group.
And Migs really had a way of making it sound simple, and short.
So thats it, he concluded. After five terms of trying to make this an official org, were
now having our first meeting. He smiled that little boy smile, but his intelligent eyes still
made him look serious and grown up.
I knew there was more to the simple and short story Migs told. There was something
he wasnt saying. But I didnt really want to think too hard about it.
Sir Julius nodded, then turned to Aris.
Well Aris began, smiling. Obviously, Im here because thats what friends doyou
support each other, no matter how crazy your friend is. Migs looked at the floor and chuckled
beside him. So when Migs had this crazy idea for creating gadgets that could actually capture
ghostly activities, I had to sign up as his first member. Aris used his index and middle fingers
to create quotation marks in the air when he said ghostly activities, which made Migs smile
wider and shake his head.
Im not really sure if I believe in ghosts, Aris continued. Havent seen any myself. But
Migs theories really make sense, and I like having a fun non-school project to use up the little
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free time I have. It reminds me of the real reason Im taking this hellish course thats ruining
my life.
We laughed. Aris seemed like a really nice, easy-going guy.
I guess its my turn, Richard began. He had a thoughtful expression on his face. One
corner of his mouth was turned upwards, and his head was tilted slightly towards the ceiling.
He looked like he was laughing at a secret joke, and was deciding whether or not to share it.
The truth is He faced the group now, the one-sided smile still on his face. Im here because
this is exactly the kind of org my dad would never approve of.
Aris laughed out loud, Lana giggled, and Migs chuckled. Everyone else smiled, except
for Chynna. She still looked bored.
Well, thats very self-aware of you, Richard, said Sir Julius. Even he was smiling. Is
there any reason you like getting that kind of reaction from your father?
Richards smile broadened. In one comical movement, he bared his upper teeth, used
them to bite on his lower lip, and simultaneously scrunched up his nosehe looked like a bunny
monster. Then his smile went back to lopsided normal.
Hmm. Im pretty sure it has to do with the fact that after college, Im gonna be his
slave for the rest of my life. So I may as well do anything I want now, right?
Richard ruffled the hair at his nape after he said this, then adjusted in his seat as he
stretched his long legs in front of him. Chynna just kept on playing with her arrow straight
hair.
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Sir Julius nodded. I understand. His thoughtful expression made me believe he did
understand.
Okay, my turn, Lana chimed. Her voice, like her face, reminded me of pixies. She
leaned slightly forward in her seat as she addressed the group. Her smile was bright and
sincere. Unlike everyone else in this ghost hunting club-
Ahem, Migs faked a cough.
-I mean, paranormal research group, Lana corrected herself, her smile growing wider,
I actually joined because I believe in ghosts. Well, more than ghosts, really. I mean, I believe
in God. I also believe theres a heaven, and a hell, and that angels and saints are real . So Ive
always thought that, if theyre all real, then evil spirits and demons and the devil must be real
too. Same thing with ghosts.
Her hands moved animatedly as she talked. Her words had a strange effect inside my
head, like a fog was clearing up. Almost like I wanted to accept her words as the truth.
Which was crazy, of course. In fact, if shed said any of those things out loud in my old
school, she wouldve been given unflattering nicknames behind her backthere are many
variations for the word crazyand she wouldve lost all her friends and never made new ones
again.
But as I looked at the faces of the people in the room, I didnt see any hint of the
reaction I expected. Some of them were nodding, and the others were looking at Lana like
they believed her. Even Chynna was looking at Lana with interest.
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Thats good. Sir Julius smiled and nodded. So far we have two members who believe
that ghosts exist, his hands gestured towards Migs and Lana, Two members whod like to use
scientific theories to gain hard evidence about whether or not ghosts exist, and a member
whos neutral.
Richard chuckled as everyone glanced his way.
Sir Julius now looked directly at me.
It was my turn. And I honestly didnt know what to say.
Yes, I knew my reason for being here. But I didnt know if I could tell them the truth.
I took a deep breath. Im here because I looked at the ten different faces in front of
me. Because Im looking for answers.
Migs deep set eyes grew more serious as he seemed to study my face. Aris tilted his
head. The four new people whod come in and sat behind them now leaned forward to take a
better look at me. Lanas face was now just inches away from my cheek.
Can you explain? It was Sir Julius who asked. His voice was comforting in the middle
of all that scrutiny. His question sounded like an invitation that I could either accept or refuse,
and either way it would be alright.
I looked at Sir Julius, and tried to be honest. Im not sure I can.
Youve had a strange experience before, and you want to make sense of it , said Migs
suddenly. It was both a statement and a question. His voice sounded slightly deeper when he
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said it, which made me look back at him. There was a slight darkening in his deep set eyes.
Suddenly, a clear single thought flashed in my mind:
Hes talking about himself.
Yes, I answered, simply.
It was true.
Granted, it was an extremely abbreviated version of the truth, but the truth nonetheless.
I was beginning to realize that Migs really had a gift for summarizing things so briefly yet
accuratelywhether or not he was aware of it.
Oh, said Richard. He gave me a crooked grin. Id like to hear that story sometime.
Chynna frowned.
I smiled politely. Maybe. Sometime.
Lana briefly squeezed my hand. Her smile was reassuring, as if she was saying, Its
okay. You dont need to say anything else.
Good. Sir Julius nodded. Thats a very good reason for being here. Is anyone else
looking for answers, like Sam?
An older-looking guy in a white collarless uniform raised his hand from behind Aris.
Peter, he said, introducing himself. Peter Cartalaba. Aris turned a few degrees
sideways in his seat so he could get a better look at Peter, who was sitting directly behind him.
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Peters slightly wavy hair was clean cut, with a slight hint of bangs resting on his
forehead. His voice was measuredculturedand coming from his chest. Im actually in my
second year of medical internship now. Which is why Im lateI just came from a 24-hour shift
from the hospital. He smiled openly. Actually, the school doesnt really see me as a student
anymore. And I really dont have much time for extracurricular stuff like orgs.
The girl to his right (who was also wearing a white uniform) nodded in silent
agreement.
But something happened to me, Peter continued. Well, something happened to one of
my patients. She died. But somehow we brought her back, and when she woke up she said
shed been to heaven.
Lana gasped beside me. The smile on her face was joyful as she hung on Peters every
word.
Shes only twenty-three. My patient. Lets call her Tina. Shes part of this Charismatic
group, so Im not sure if that influenced her experience.
She was leaving this building after a Bible study of some sort, when she got
sideswiped by a car. Dragged her almost ten feet down the street. Hit her head on the
pavement, broke a few bones. Her friends quickly rushed her to E.R. She was gone for a few
minutes. When she came back, she seemed very sure about what she saw.
Tina said that after she died, she saw herself leaving her body. She said that shed
never felt so free in her lifelike she was everywhere and could feel everything at once. Then
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she looked down at her body, and it looked so small and worn out that she didnt want to come
back to it.
Then she saw this bright light opening up from the ceiling. She went up to it, and the
next moment she found herself alone in this garden. But she could hear music all around, so
she didnt feel alone. In fact, the music seemed to come from inside her, vibrating through her.
Tina said the music was so comforting, like it was embracing her with sound. For some reason,
it made her absolutely sure that she was deeply and incredibly loved.
The breath I didnt know Id been holding came out in a gasp . But no one noticed,
because everyone was just as focused on Peters story as I was.
Music. I knew that kind of musicId heard it too. Once. The first time the first time I
started hearing things. Music so strong it vibrated through you. Music that enveloped you until
you felt like you were being embraced.
But then, she heard a voice in the music, Peter continued. It was telling her to go back
to her body, that it wasnt her time yet. When Tina woke up, she was back in her hospital bed,
and every part of her was in pain. She keeps telling everyone what happened, and the way
she tells it, you want to believe her.
We were all silent for a few moments.
Peter smiled. You should see her. Her face is different. Like shes incredibly happy
definitely not like a young woman in a neck brace and double leg casts. Sometimes when I
feel tired, I just pop into her room to say hi. I always feel a bit lighter afterwards.
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That was amazing, Lana whispered. Ive got goose bumps! She showed me her arm.
A near death experience, said Sir Julius, nodding. Thats another angle we can
explore here.
Definitely, agreed Migs.
I looked at Migs when he spoke, and at that exact same moment his eyes met mine.
His eyebrows were slightly knitted. He was asking me a question.
What happened to you, Sam?
Did he know I could hear his thoughts? I was sure he didnt, but it bothered me
anyway. I looked away.
I have a not-so-heavenly experience,said the girl to Peters left.
She was slightly big boned, with golden brown skin and beautiful wavy hair that
seemed to reach her knees as she sat. Her smile was bright, and she began her story with a
flourish that assured us we would be entertained. Actually, it happened just last term. Im
part of the drama club, so of course we spend a lot of time rehearsing for our plays. We
usually practice in the Little Theater at the third floor of this building. Youve all been to the
Little Theater, right?
Everyone nodded, except me.
So last term we were there, having our dress rehearsal forAvenue Q, with the puppets
and everything? It was, like, two in the morning, and our show was scheduled for seven p.m.
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that night. So I was standing on the stage with my puppetI was playing Kate
She now stood up, and went near the door where there was more space for her
reenactment. Im Eartha, by the way, she added, smiling. Eartha Tejada. Eartha gave us a
little wave, before she continued:
So I was standing over here, and my partner Jasonhe was playing Princetonhe was
standing on this side. There was just the two of us onstage, and then there was Chris at the
piano, with the rest of the cast seated in the front row as the audience, Mark and Jethro were
up in the booth, manning the lights.
Like I said, it was early in the morning, and we really wanted to finish and wrap up. I
was holding my puppet with both hands like this, and I was looking at this cassette tape that
my puppet, Kate, was holding. When I looked up at Jason to say my next line, I saw something
move near the curtains behind him..."
One minute Eartha was speaking, and every head in the room turned to her direction.
The next second I was hearing other things, other voices, and it was like someone had
taken the remote and put Eartha on mute.
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Chapter 3: Do You Hear Them?
It was like being underwater.
Everyone was moving so slowly, and even though they were opening their mouths, I
couldnt hear their voices. Except for the ones in my head.
Get out!said the first voice. It belonged to a distraught young woman.
No! Dont do it pleaded a guy.
Get out! This time the girl was hysterical. A sob caught at the end of her scream.
I looked around the room, at the faces. Each one of them was still riveted on Eartha,
and Eartha herself was still talking.
And I still couldn't hear her.
You can't stop meIts too late, no one can help me. The girl's voice was resigned and
sad.
Please don't do this... There was love in the guys voice now . Please dont Nnoooo!
She's ours... she's ours... she's ourrsss...
The last words were cold, strange, a chorus of many voices that had no gender. I
shuddered.
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...oursss... oursss... ourssss...
They sounded gleeful, in a sick sort of way. I shook my head, wishing I could get their
voices out of my head. But now their many voices merged into a sinister low chorus of
whispering and hissing.
...ssppsssttspssttssspssspspspsssttspssttkatrinamanuelsspsppsssttspssttpspppjosephyumolss
spssssppsssttspssttssspsssmitchieborjapsppssspssppsssttspssttssspsspssssandrewdavidsonspssspp
sssttspssttssspss...
The hissing sounds were overwhelming. They filled my head until I felt like I was
drowning. Stop, please! I thought desperately. I suddenly had a horrible image of myself
tearing my ears out of my head with my bare hands. Please stop!
...ours... ours... ours... hahahahahahaha...!!!
"...and so we ran out of there as fast as we could, Eartha ended.
I looked up at Eartha sharply, and when I realized it was her voice I heard I gulped in a
huge breath of air.
The hissing voices were gone.
Everyone was moving normally now, and I could hear their soft breathing. My own
breath was ragged, but no one noticed, thanks to Eartha's hold on everyone's attention.
More importantly, my ears were still intact.
Eartha now flipped her long honey-colored hair. "Of course we still have to go there
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sometimes, but now we always make sure to go in groups. And we bring crosses and rosaries."
"What's a rosary?" I asked.
The heads now turned to me. Part of me wanted them to stop staring, but another part
of me wanted this new situation, if it meant I wouldn't have to hear the chilling chorus of
voices again.
"It's a Catholic thing," Lana told me, squeezing my hand gently again, in her familiar
friendly way. "They're beads that we use as a sort of guide when praying."
"So guys, do you think this should be your first case?" Sir Julius was suddenly all
business, promptly ending the staring fest and getting everyone excited at the same time. I
wondered if he knew I needed this distraction.
Migs was nodding thoughtfully. "Definitely. Especially since we already have witness
accounts."
"Alright. Sir Julius sat back in his chair, his eyes assessing. "So imagine you were a
professional paranormal research group. Your objective is to create a body of research that
will help you formulate theories and test hypotheses about paranormal phenomena. What
would you do?"
"Interview the witnesses, said Aris, a half smile on his face. "Not just for this incident,
of course, but for the other similar incidents that happened in that theater."
"Good, good." Sir Julius was nodding. "What else?"
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"Wait, we have to question them separately, Migs said. "We can't talk to them in
groups. I want to see if their accounts are the same."
"Yes. And we should have standardized questionnaires, not just for this incident, but for
future ones as well, said Peter.
Intake sheets, his mind said. I had no idea what that meant, but I was glad I was
hearing normal voices again, normal thoughts.
"I can come up with a questionnaire based on the intake sheets we have at the
hospital, Peter continued. "It can help us separate the subjective experiences from the
objective observations."
"Cool!" said Lana beside me. She giggled a little. "This sounds so professional."
"Oh, and I want to find out the real history of the place!" said Eartha. She seemed
especially stoked, maybe because her story was getting so much attention. "We can check
actual records, see if anyone really died there."
"What kinds of records?" asked Richard, his head cocked slightly towards Eartha. This
gesture seemed to increase Chynna's pout.
"I dunno...student registrations maybe? Find out if we lost any students there in the past
years...?" Eartha shrugged.
"How about tabloids?" suggested Karen, and Peter nodded beside her. "A death inside a
major university isn't really something you'd easily find in respectable papers."
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"Right, said Aris. "We can Google for stories in the major papers...but I doubt if local
tabloid stories ever make it to Google."
"Unless they're in blogs!" said Lana. Her face brightened. "I remember seeing a friend's
note on Facebook; hed typed up this whole tabloid article about a shootout that supposedly
happened in his subdivision. He shared it with everyone because the news report had so many
errors, and he was really mad."
"Good, this is really good." Migs was half-smiling now. "So we Google anddo Facebook
searches for our university's name, the theater's name, and the word death."
"Suicide," I said, before I realized I was going to say it.
The heads turned to me. Expectant, excited. There was no backing out of this one. I
took a deep breath.
"The cause of death was suicide. It was a girl, freshman. In 2005."
Six jaws dropped.
"Are you... sure?" Lana was looking at me with a hint of alarm. "How do you know
this?"
I was quiet for a beat. "I hear things," I said, simply.
I waited for them to react. For about five seconds.
Aris was the first to recover. "Wow! You must have some really good connections!" He
laughed a bit. "I've been in this school for two years, and I'm totally clueless about what goes
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on around here.
I sighed quietly in relief.
"You're sure it's 2005?" Karen asked.
Thats what I heard.
This is incredibly helpful. Really narrows down our search. Migs gave me another of
his indecipherable looks.
Good job,Sir Julius said, and caught everyones attention . I wondered if this was his
giftknowing when someone was getting uncomfortable from too much attention, and how to
quickly divert it. Lets clarify the assignments now: Peter will give us a standard questionnaire
bynext Saturdays meeting? Youre okay with that? Good.
Sir Julius started writing down notes; so did Peter and the others.
Now, while were finalizing the questionnaire format, Eartha sets up interview
schedules with the witnesses, and maybe get the necessary permits for us to visit the Little
Theater on official org business. Youll be working with Aris, Migs, Gary, and Lanatheyll be
the ones conducting the interviews, so its best to make the introductions as early as possible.
Eartha smiled. I can do that, sure!
Karen, Samantha, Vanessa, and Richard you guys do the background research, give
us a more solid story by Saturday. Now this is important. I need you to find out as much as
you can, BUT you need to separate fact from fiction. Verify, clarify, and keep tabs on sources
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and references.
Got it. It was Karen who spoke.
Sir Julius glanced at his watch, smiled, then closed his notebook.
Congratulations, team. I think we had a very successful first meeting. See you
Saturday, and I look forward to your updates.
There was a spattering of claps from the group, along with a few Yays. Then there
was the collective shuffle of notebooks and pens being returned to their bags, and chair legs
scraping softly against the wooden floor.
I sighed quietly, glad it was over.
The experience I had while Eartha was telling her story never happened to me before,
and I had no idea why it happened now. Maybe because this building was really old? Or
maybe that story was special in some way? Or maybe it even had to do with the fact that the
people who surrounded me now seemed to believe in the supernatural more than regular
people.
I had no idea.
I still wasnt even sure if joining the group was the right decision.
But being around them now made me hope that maybe one of them could help me find
the answers I needed as long as no one asked me too many questions.
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Samantha? said a low yet feminine voice.
I looked up and saw Karen, blocking my path towards the door. Uh-oh.
I need to talk to you.
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Chapter 4: Names & Places
Fortunately, it turned out that Karen only wanted to get the research team together to
discuss how we would divide the work, "...so we can cover the most material in the shortest
possible time."
Even more fortunately, Vanessa told her she had another report group meeting to go to,
while Richard just shrugged (a barely visible shrug, considering that Chynna had slinked arms
and... arms all over him). So Karen said we would just meet on Monday, 5:00pm, at the
Conservatory.
I almost wanted to stay and talk to Sir Julius, but Migs and Aris already had him
cornered. They seemed engrossed in a discussion of energy and light and frequencies and
waves. It also seemed like their conversation was going to take more than five minutes, so I
decided to duck out of the room before they noticed. Still, I felt Migs' eyes on my back just as I
disappeared out of the door.
It was 11:15am.
I took the Metro to Buendia Station, then a bus to "Fairview, Ortigas Ilalim." I actually
had no idea what those last words meant. All I knew was that if I took this bus, I'd be home in
about 15 minutes.
"Home" these days was a 3-bedroom apartment in this 2-building complex called The
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Columns, which was right across the building where Dad works. This was also what brought
us here to Manila in the first place: Dad had been assigned to manage his company's customer
care center in the Philippines, and because it was a five-year assignment, he had the option to
relocate and take us with him.
It was an easy decision for him to make, since Mom was Filipina and she really missed
the place she grew up in. It wasn't such an easy transition for me. I had to leave behind the
only friends I'd ever had and the only home I'd ever known. The home that held all my
memories of Grandma Marie.
But just like with most of dad's decisions, none of these things really mattered to him.
So about halfway through senior year they pulled me out of school, sold our house,
brought us to this place, and had me home tutored for about two months so I can get into
university.
De La Salle University: the place where I felt like a freak, where most of the girls
wondered if I'd already learned to shower every day, and where most of the guys assumed I
was easy.
Until maybe this morning, at least. This morning, the people I'd met seemed to have
other things on their minds.
It was surprising. In a good way.
By 11:45 I was still on the bus, and I quickly decided to text my mom that I'd be having
lunch in Greenbelt instead of at home.
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As soon as I saw the waterfall staircase of the Peninsula I prepared to get off. From
Rustan's, I walked straight to the underground pass, emerged on the other side of Makati
Avenue, then walked two more blocks towards Greenbelt.
The day was humid and sticky, the midday sun mercilessly fried my head, and I knew
the brisk walk would further drench my cotton shirt with sweat and make it cling to my back.
But I knew it would all be worth it.
Greenbelt, Makati was my real home here.
I remember reading this quote somewhere before:
"A place is nothing, not even space, unless at its heart a figure stands."
Back in New Jersey home was where Libby and I had sleepovers since we were nine,
and Grandma Marie baked us cookies and smiled knowingly when we whispered and giggled
about boys, and where I spent countless nights writing about dreamy Eric Taylor in my diary...
only to find out he was such an asshole.
Here in Manila I was alone and displaced, the freak that everyone looked at and
whispered about just because I looked slightly different. Many of the people were warm and
welcoming, that's for sure. But a lot of them also held unfair stereotypes that often made me
feel I was being judged.
Except here in Greenbelt, where about 50% of the regulars were just like me.
Here the shop names were more familiar, and most daysespecially in the middle of the
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day, when everyone was still in their officesthe trees and plants, duck and fish, plus the
waiting water combined often outnumbered the people. My head was quieter when there
were more plants than people. And even when I could hear people's thoughts here, most of
them were in a language I easily understood.
I went into Caf Breton and took one of the empty 2-seat tables near the window.
Before the waitress could give me the menu, I ordered my usual mozzarella cheeseburger and
mango shake; the mango crepe would come later for dessert. I smiled as I thought about how
this great meal was just gonna cost me five bucks.
Here in Greenbelt people's thoughts were also more relaxed, and it wasnt as much of a
headache having to listen to them.
Of course, it wasn't really accurate to say that I hadto listen to them. Thing is, I still
didnt really understand how this thing worked. All I knew was that most places I went to, I
sometimes heard people's thoughts.
There were times when I heard them clearly, there were times when the thoughts
sounded muffled, and there were many times when I didn't hear anything at all. I had no
control over it; it was just the way it is.
But what happened at that SPRG meeting during Eartha's story was something else.
Something that never happened before, and something that I wouldn't wish to happen again.
Listen.
I automatically looked up at the sound, wondering why it was so clear. Usually it meant
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someone near was directing the thought at me. I looked around, but didn't see anyone looking
in my direction.
Listen.
This time I swiveled around my chair to scan the whole restaurant. A man and a
woman who both sounded French were sitting near the doors that led into the mall. A small
family with an English dad, an Asian mom, a toddler, and an infant were crowded at a table
near the counter. Several waiters and waitresses milled about, and two staff people were
standing near the register.
None of them were looking at me.
But the voice was so clear.
And strangely, I couldn't tell if it belonged to a male or a female.
LISTEN.
I actually jumped in my seat; the voice sounded so urgent. "Listen to what?!" I
whispered involuntarily into the air. No one in the restaurant noticed. But the strange voice
responded.
The voices. Listen.
Now this was really freaking me out. First that thing in school, and now this.
But unlike my experience this morning, this new situation didn't feel frightening at all.
Of course having this strange voice coming out of nowhere and, like, talkingto me felt creepy,
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but it wasn't scaring me the way those other voices did this morning.
Those other voices.
There it was again. But this time I began to understand. I was supposed to listento
rememberthose voices I wanted to forget.
"Why?" I whispered again, into the air.
Listen.
I sighed and closed my eyes. No, I didn't want to remember. But right now I felt like I
was supposed to. Like there was something about what happened this morning that I needed
to pay attention to.
No, I didn't wantto remember. But I did. So easily. Tooeasily. And then I realized
something...
There had been something in those whispering, sinister chorus of voices. In the middle
of all their hissing, they were saying something else...
"Something important...?" I asked, as I scrunched my forehead up in concentration.
They were names.
My eyes flew open, startled. There it was again, that strange yet non-threatening voice,
and it wasanswering my questions. Looking around, I still didn't see anyone who seemed
particularly interested in me or even glancing in my general direction. I took in another breath.
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"Names?" I whispered into the air.
Remember. the voice replied.
By this time I was 100% sure it wasn't coming from anyone around me. At least, not
anyone I could see.
Taking out my phone, I searched for an available WiFi network and started browsing.
When the Google search box finally came out, I reached out with my mind and tried to grasp
at those distinct wordsthose namesthat the genderless chorus of voices had been whispering
about when Eartha was telling her story.
Katrina Manuel.
I wasn't sure if that was a name. For all I knew, I could just have been making it up.
But I typed the name into the search box, enclosed it in quotation marks, and added +Manila.
The search results were few, but to the point.
Katrina Manuel's body had been discovered by her roommate, her neck hanging by a
rope that was tied to the ceiling beams of her dorm room in the University of the Philippines.
The year was 1989.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. When I opened them again I found myself
moving more slowly, thinking more slowly. My mind reached out half-heartedly for another
name in the memory of those whispers, while wishing I wouldn't find any.
Joseph Yumol.
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I typed the words slowly into the box and added Manilaagain.
Three search results.
Joseph Yumol was 47 years old. He'd been working at the same bank for 20 years,
climbing the ranks until he reached a VP position, but the bank had to downsize and let him go.
His marriage was failing, his kids were still in college, and he still had 10 years' worth of car
and house payments to make. One night he shot himself in the mouth, and his wife had a
nervous breakdown when she discovered his body in their room.
I pressed "Exit" on my phone, and while it was erasing my browser history I looked
away from my phone screen, wishing I could forget the words I'd just read.
"I can't do this, I whispered, to no one in particular, to the air.
The waitress placed the mango shake in front of me, along with utensils and a napkin.
The sight of the shake's thick yellow froth made my stomach churn. Not in a good way.
Names.
It was the voice again, but it sounded slightly gentler, like it knew I was upset.
"I can't. I whispered back, shaking my head.
Listen...
I wanted to put my arms on the table and bury my head in them, but I would've toppled
over the shake. So I just turned my head towards the window, where the yellow sunlight
seemed to wash every dark shadow away. "Please leave me alone."
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The voice didn't respond.
A few minutes later the waitress served my cheeseburger. And when I'd finished my
meal almost an hour later, she gave me my mango crepe. Still the voice didn't return.
I took one bite out of my crepe... then I took out my phone. It was like I couldn't help
myself. I returned to the Google homepage, took a deep breath. When I closed my eyes
another name was already there, waiting for me in my mind.
Mitchie Borja.
After typing in her name and hitting "search," six results instantly appeared.
Mitchie Borja was part of De La Salle University's theater group. In 2005 during her
second year in college, she entered the empty Little Theater with a fan knife in her pocket.
When her best friend found her Mitchie had already slit her left wrist in the backstage area
and was slowly bleeding to death. He tried to help her. But Mitchie's last words to him were:
"You can't stop meIts too late, no one can help me."
After which she used the same knife to stab her own throat.
I went straight home after my long lunch. I almost missed my stop, because even
though I was staring out of the bus window the whole time I really couldn't see anything...
couldn't feel anything.
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I refused to.
It was around 6pm when mom asked me what I wanted for dinner. Her simple question
had me running and throwing up in the bathroom. She looked concerned, but before she could
act all parental I told her to leave me alone and locked myself in my room.
Shit! I thought, as I dabbed a moist towel all over my clammy face. I don't want this. I
really don't want this.
But at around 9:30pm when everything was quietwhich meant dad had gone to his
office, and mom was probably asleepI flipped open my laptop and started going online.
There was one more name, I knew. One last name, one last story. After this I could let
this go. I wouldn't have to do any more research; I could just tell Karen and the group what I
learned about Mitchie Borja, and maybe this last person I was going to look up... but only if he
or she died in the Little Theater too.
I closed my eyes, and tried to remember...
...ssppsssttspssttssspssspspspsssttspssttkatrinamanuelsspsppsssttspssttpspppjosephyumolss
spssssppsssttspssttssspsssmitchieborjapsppssspssppsssttspssttssspsspssssandrewdavidsonspssspp
sssttspssttssspss...
My eyes flew open, and they seemed to automatically lock on the building across our
apartment, the building where dad worked.
Andrew Davidson.
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That was the last name, the name in the whispers.
"What does this mean?" I timidly asked the air, hoping for an answer but terrified that I
would be heard.
Why was my dad's name in those whispers? Why did his name get lumped together
with all those other names, all those other suicide cases... all those dead people?
Not knowing what else to do, I typed in "Andrew Davidson" + Manilain the search box,
thinking it might just be someone with the exact same name as my dad.
Three search results, all having to do with my dad and his company...
...his company, which had lost three major U.S. clients in the last six months due to the
worldwide economic slowdown.
"Davidson was expected to increase profitability by the second half of this year." the
reports said, "But his deadline date has passed and targets haven't been reached. Stakeholders
are now on a holding pattern of 'wait and see.'"
"What does this mean?" I asked again, this time with growing anxiety in my heart.
Remember.
The voice was back again. Its timing was perfect; it was even calming, in a way. But I
didn't know what else I was supposed to remember.
"Remember what?" I asked the air in my room, as my eyes searched for dad's office
window, counting the levels by the lights that were on at each floor. When I finally found his
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office window, I realized he wasn't there.
Remember the voices.
I closed my eyes against the anxiety, and tried to remember.
The memory that came at me was frightening in its clarity.
"...spsssppsssttspssttssspss... ours... ours... ours... hahahahahahaha...!!!"
My eyes flew open; I felt like I was drowning again. But this time I understood.
Those horrible voices were after my father.
After more than a minute of hesitation, I picked up my phone and called his mobile
number.
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Chapter 5: The Little Theater
Monday morning I learned that many therapists use Cognitive Behavioral techniques to
help their clients. To put it simply: once they helped their clients change their thoughts, they
could more easily help them change their behaviors.
I wondered if Cognitive Behavioral Techniques could work on my dad. But then again, I
guess any kind of therapy would only work if the person himself wanted to change. And that
wasn't my dad at all.
When I'd called him Saturday night around 10pmworried that something bad had
happened to him or was about to happen to him, but not really knowing what I was supposed
to sayhe simply barked at me and told me to never bother him again, because he had too
many important things to do and I was just wasting his time.
You'd think I'd be used to it by nowhis indifference, his hatebut I still found my eyes
tearing up when I cut off our call. I wanted so much to throw my phone across the room and
smash it against the wall... but then I knew it would only mean I'd have to ask mom to ask dad
to give me a new phone. And I knewI wouldn't want to hear anything he had to say to me
then.
So in a sick, heartbroken moment, I actually wished those horrible voices would get him.
Maybe if he was dead he wouldn't be able to hurt me too much anymore.
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"Samantha Davidson, said Sir Julius' voice.
I looked up with a guilty start; was he calling me or just thinking about calling me?
"Lana Chan, he continued, reading off of a sheet of paper.
He looked up from the paper to look at me, and then at Lana. "You'll be presenting your
report on Gestalt Psychology next week."
"Oh, I said, at almost the same time Lana said "Okay!" in a cheery voice.
Apparently, General Psych class had already ended.
When Lana was just about done dividing the topics of our report between us and we
were the only ones left in the room, I decided to ask her where the Little Theater was.
"Why?" she asked, her pixie face looking a little concerned. "You're not checking it out
by yourself, are you?"
For someone so petite, Lana never seemed to have any problem about saying exactly
what was on her mind.
"You make it sound like it's a bad thing," I said, vaguely.
"Well of course it isn't bad." With her messenger bag slung over her left shoulder and
three thick textbooks cradled in her right arm, she walked in step with me towards the general
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direction of the cafeteria, where everyone else seemed to be heading. "It's just... I don't know,
creepy, especially after we heard Eartha's story."
I knew she was right. And I knew I did notwant to have anything to do with those
voices anymore. But my moment of weakness last Saturday made me feel guilty enough to
persist. If I couldn't keep my dad from dying, then the least I could do was to find out what
was really going on. Maybe I could even find a way to help him without having anything to do
with him.
"What if you go with me?" I asked her.
Lana looked at me sternly with those almond-shaped eyes. It was a pretty impressive
stern look, considering she was two inches shorter than I was. "You still haven't answered my
question. Why do you want to go?"
I decided to tell her the parts of the truth that she would understand. "Because I'm
meeting Karen and the research team later, and I want to be more helpful. The least I could do
is actually know which part of the campus we're researching, right?"
She tilted her head thoughtfully.
"Please?" I suddenly said, in what I hoped was a sweet voice.
"Okay," Lana finally agreed. "But only because you said please."
She ordered one of those weird fried rice mixtures from the Rice-In-A-Box counter; I
got one of the pasta combos from the caf, then waited for her there.
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Lana was quiet while we ate. Both out loud, and in her head. It was strange. And
comforting. It seemed she wasn't saying anything simply because she wasn't thinking of
anything.
With most people it was rarely the case. They were either looking at me silently while
their judgmental thoughts rattled on in their heads. Or they would keep talking a mile a
minute without a clear purpose except to "impress" the person they're talking to.
When we were both done she stood up with her bag and tray, sighed a resigned sigh,
and gave me an I'm-just-trying-to-be-brave kind of smile. "I guess we're going to the Little
Theater now."
The Little Theater was in the same old building where we had our first SPRG meeting,
but on a different floor. In fact, it turned out that the whole 7th floor was the Little Theater.
Lana indicated we were there when we reached the landing at the top of the stairs
and motioned to the dark old theater style doors that swung in when you pushed them. These
doors were heavier than I expected, and their hinges groaned a little as they swung back
slowly into place as we entered.
Lana and I found ourselves stepping onto the worn carpet on the center aisle. We
adjusted our eyes to the sudden dimness. The Little Theater smelled and felt exactly the way
a musty old theater would smell and feel.
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Some lights had been turned on at the stage area, and we saw two people there on the
right side of the stage near the wings. Before I could make out who they were, Lana was
already giggling her pixie giggle beside me. "Look! It's Migs and Aris!"
She grabbed my hand and pulled us both towards the guys, not even bothering to ask
me if I wanted to approach them. Her thoughts were clearly made up of 100% relief. She was
relieved we wouldn't be alone inside a theater that had ghosts in it, relieved that there were
two guys in there to protect us, and extremelyrelieved that they were both from our org so we
wouldn't have to explain why we were there.
And I had to admit that I shared most of her relief. Mostly.
"Hey!"
Aris smiled when he saw us. He was wiping his hands with a washcloth that already
bore streaks of grime. Migs was bent down towards the equipment they were working on, but
looked up as well by the time we reached them.
Lana was breathless from pulling mefrom entrance to stage and about fifteen rows of
chairs in betweenin 45 seconds flat. "Hey!" she told Aris, her voice breathless but bubbly. She
gulped in some air before continuing. "It's great to see you guys here!"
"And what areyou two ladies doing here?" Aris had jumped off the stage in one quick
movement, and joined us near the front row seats. "Did Sir Julius send you for back up?"
Lana shook her head. "Nope. Sam just wanted to see where the Little Theater was.
We were planning on leaving as soon as I gave her a tour."
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Migs quietly looked at us with a thoughtful expression.
"Okay." Aris began pointing at the different corners of the place. "Of course you've
passed through the entrance. And those are the seatscould probably fit three hundred people,
max. This is the stage, these are the stairs that lead to the stage, and there's a backstage area
made up of a dressing room, a common bathroom, and a props & costumes storage area."
"And what's that?"
Lana had gone up onstage towards the equipment Migs and Aris had set up: a laptop,
speakers, and lots and lots of wires that seemed to run through the stage and back. There was
also a handheld meter and something that looked like a science-slash-music project that had a
long row of tuning forks set up in a clear plastic-enclosed box.
"It's a prototype, Migs said. When Lana looked at him like she was waiting for a real
explanation, he smiled and continued: "It's an experimental device we're working on for the org.
Sir Julius helped us get clearance to set it up here for the next 48 hours."
"What does it do?" I came up the stage as well and took a closer look. But even up close
it still looked like a laptop, speakers, a handheld meter, a science project, and lots and lots of
wires.
Migs looked at me with that strangely serious look of his. "I have this theory"
"Ahem!" Aris coughed from beside me.
Migs grinned. "Okay,Aris and Ihave this theory..."
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"Thank you, said Aris.
"...that spiritswhatever they may beshould be made up of the same thing we're all
made up of. Energy." Migs moved closer towards the laptop and speakers. "So we set up this
whole thing to find out the way this spirit energy is being expressed: whether as sound energy,
or light energy."
Lana's face was scrunched up in a way that made her look like a pouting fairy. "I think
I'm getting the basics... but I need help with the actual understanding part."
I smiled. Lana was so brave about saying the things I often thought twice about before
saying.
"It means," said Aris, who'd moved next to Migs, "that we know some people hear ghosts,
and some people seeghosts. So we're trying to capture both sounds and images with this thing,
in case our Little Theater ghosts appear in either form."
"Thanks," Migs said, smiling good-naturedly.
Lana's face looked like a lightbulb had been turned on in her head. "Oh, cool!"
"We've got four webcams and five mics set up all over the theater," Aris continued, "and
we've wired them all to this laptop so we can record everything for the next 48 hours."
"That still doesn't explain your music project, I said, pointing to their device.
"It's something we're working on," Migs said. "We plan to use this while we're actually
here. See, this is an EMF meter." He held up the meter thing, but couldn't hand it to us for closer
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inspection; they'd wired it too closely to the tuning forks box. "Paranormal investigators
traditionally use this for detecting spikes in the electromagnetic field. The higher the
electromagnetic reading, the more likely it is that a spirit is in the area."
Lana shivered. "I think I'm getting goosebumps."
"Yeah, I guess you can think of EMF spikes as goosebumps in the area that can actually
be measured. And recorded."
"And the tuning forks kit?" I asked Migs.
He looked at me with those intelligent little boy eyes. "Each sound has a specific
frequency, and when one sound of a certain frequency is hit and made to vibrate, everything
else with the same frequency vibrates as well, even when nothing touches them. I've set up
these extra sensitive tuning forks so that if a sound is detected by one of our mics, and it
causes one of these forks to vibrate, then we'll know the specific frequency that the spirits are
vibrating on."
"And if we find out a spirit energy's specific vibration," Aris continued, "we can learn to
draw it out, recreate it, or even trap it."
"Containit, Migs corrected.
"What I said." Aris grinned widely.
"Trap a ghost?" Lana said incredulously. "Like in Ghostbusters? Why would you want to
do that?"
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"For the same reason CERN would want to create antimatter..." Migs began, but changed
tactics when Aris chuckled. He met Lana's confused look with an almost excited expression.
"Science. The more we know, the more we understand."
"And the more control we have over the things that scare us."
I thought I'd said those last words quietly, but I realized it hadn't been quiet enough
when all three of them suddenly looked at me with strange expressions. Aris looked strangely
awed, Lana looked strangely concerned, and Migs looked... like he'd unexpectedly found a
missing connection with me.
"Exactly, he said quietly, a smile of kinship settling on his face.
I was about to smile back, when I suddenly heard the chilling voices that made my
heart almost stop beating.