“Well, I guess we can chalk this up to another failure,” she groaned. “There’s never anything... gotta come up with the nonsense on my own again.” She grabbed the recorder and threw it against the wall across from her. Well acquainted with her fits of frustration, James sat down beside her.

“Sarah, we still have all night. Surely we’ll catch something,” he assured her. She stood up and angrily turned to look at him before storming away. James looked dejectedly down at the step below him but slowly got up to follow her. He stopped dead in his tracks at a strange sound echoing through the house. “Um, what was that?” James whispered, looking up at the staircase where the noise had come from.

“God, James it's an old house!” Sarah huffed. &ldqu...

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