Harley
After all of the incredible things that had happened over the first two nights, the third night was shaping up to be rather boring. At least in the spiritual department. After that amazing kiss in the library, Tony and I had gone on to do the investigation as usual, even bringing out all of our ghost-enticing toys, but unless something was caught on audio that we couldn’t hear, there didn’t seem to be any activity. After an hour, we started moving around, repeating the process in the sitting room and the dining room, but there wasn’t so much as a suspicious shadow on the camera to entertain us.
Anthony took to chatting about nothing in particular. It was sort of a stop-start conversation between trying out different equipment and moving between rooms, but it was pleasant enough a
