Tuesday’s tale, 10/4/2016.

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Alright, one person took me up on my challenge; the rest of you are slackers. :p

Sanseilife, you and me against the world. Or something like that.

I’m going to do something different again. It’s October, the month of horror and my favorite season, so we’re going to put space on hold and go with horror for a bit. I apologize to all those that don’t like the genre, but I love it, so I’m doing it. Five minutes on the clock, and away we go!

The clock ticked, counting down. Twelve minutes to midnight; he had made sure it was accurate, syncing it up with the atomic clock in case all his electronic devices lost power. It hadn’t happened yet in any of his investigations, but there was always a first time and he refused to cut corners. The digital clock next to it showed the same time.

He scanned the monitors; nothing. He had every room and hallway wired for sight and sound two different ways, but there was no sign of life (or unlife) to see, and only the standard creaks and groans of an old house settling as the night cooled.

It was too early to pack it in yet, though; he wasn’t sure why all ghosts and spooks seemed to prefer midnight, but the stories were universal in that nothing happened before the appointed time, whether it be midnight or the less common but still preferred three a.m. He had a long night and a date with a thermos of coffee ahead of him, just like the last four places.

Hopefully, this one would be the one.

And that’s it for now, see you next week! Time was five minutes exactly, and ghosts! WooOOOOOooooo!

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