de. It is night. His headlights cut through the

his camera. "The infamous Lakeside Cabin. Y

ce in the beam of his flashlight. The air is thi

s, cameras, ghost-hunting gadget

ce echoing. "I'm here. The public says you were a

m just a memory, a

I ca

ave, a five-year-long screa

through the cabin, rattling the windo

the fireplace flips up a

then grins a

see that? She's he

o the dark space under the floor. He

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uriosity. He reaches down and pulls it out, blowing dus

first page, and aims t

e," he says, and begins to read