lights flickering, the television switching channels, the sink in the bathroom turning on and off. tell tale signs, albeit a little juvenile, that she wasn’t alone. usually, este wouldn’t stay in a place like this. cheap rates, moldy ceilings, but she was tired and unsure if she could drive any longer. she wanted to ignore the disturbances, to get some rest so that she could finish the drive to her mothers nursing home in the morning. but you know what they say: curiosity kills the cat. plus, only powerful ghosts are able to disrupt living frequencies. it was rare that she came across ones of such magnitude, which is why she disobeyed the number one rule in the book: never call out to them. granted, she’s been ignoring that one for a long while. she scans the room, looking for any signs of vibrational shifts. ❛ well, casper, it looks like it’s going to be a long night for both of us. ❜ she says, eyeing the small radio in which they’ve taken refuge. ❛ i know you’re in there. you can come out. ❜