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try to contact restless spirits.
    The waning moon peeking through the clouds
made it exactly the kind of place a ghost would call home. Savannah
had a way of turning from beautiful to straight out of a horror
movie in seconds.
    I saw Abby standing at the gate to the
cemetery. “Hey girl, you ready?”
    She grinned at me and held up our bag of
equipment. “I’m always ready. I have a feeling this is going to be
awesome.”
    We picked our way to the oldest part.
Drooping trees sheltered most of the cemetery and the crooked
crumbling tombstones were like a drunken army standing watch.
Already I knew we were not alone. My consciousness began to sense
various spirits nearby. I tried not to let the atmosphere dictate
my reactions. It was still easy to spook myself considering
everything else going on lately.
    “This looks about as good a place as any. I
think we’re far enough from the street that we shouldn’t have any
noise interference.”
    I stopped under a giant tree and Abby pulled
out our cameras. It surprised me that even in the middle of a busy
city, the silence could be so thick and complete. I couldn’t hear
anything. Wispy clouds passed over the moon and threw strange
shadows all around us.
    Off behind a large tombstone, I watched one
shadow move in the opposite direction of the others. Learning how
shadows fall and react to light was important and I knew from
experience this particular shadow was different. If I opened my
mind, the emotions and desperation of the dead would overwhelm me.
I read stories of people claiming to be sensitives who couldn’t
step foot in a cemetery or a battlefield or even a funeral home.
Thank goodness I was slowly learning to tune it out, sort of like
switching a channel.
    Abby handed me my expensive still camera. I
attached the infrared lens and started snapping pictures while she
began recording. No matter how many times we’d done it, starting
one of our investigations, as Abby called them, gave me the feeling
of being on a rollercoaster, on the big hill teetering over the
edge.
    During the first couple attempts, I felt
silly asking questions to the dark, asking someone who might not be
there to make themselves known. Familiarity came with practice and
now I didn’t think twice about asking a spirit to identify itself.
Especially after getting some very convincing answers back.
    Abby had just asked if anyone was there when
I heard movement from behind us. It wasn’t a couple random
footsteps. Something big was coming towards us in the grass and not
gracefully either. Abby must have heard it, too, because she swung
the camera towards the noise.
    “Are you coming towards us?” I asked loudly,
hoping to catch the EVP, or voice, of whatever was out there.
    No answer.
    The movement was closing the distance between
us with each passing second. My body tensed and every single one of
my senses became heightened. I knew something was about to happen
so I took a small step back and glanced at Abby. She had the video
camera trained on the spot and returned my look with alarm.
Normally, I’d be able to get a feeling if there was anything
nearby. I had no idea why this was different. In response, my
breathing picked up.
    “Hello?” Abby asked, this time I could hear a
slight tremor in her voice.
    “What are you doing out here? You scared me
to death.” A cautious voice called from the darkness.
    We looked at each other in confusion as a
figure stepped out from behind the tree. I wasn’t sure who was more
surprised to see Jason Preston—me or Abby.
    He looked between the two of us before
finally recognizing me.
    “You again?”
    I couldn’t help it. I started laughing.
Slowly, Abby and Jason joined in, letting out their relief. Abby
was the first to talk.
    “How do you two know each other? And why
didn’t you tell me about it, Quinn?”
    “Quinn,” Jason smiled. “Finally I discover
the name of the girl who left me standing in the street like a
jackass.” He turned to look