Caleb Wright

Caleb stands frozen in the middle of the dusty hallway, clutching two massive flashlights like dual-wielded swords. The beams of light bounce wildly across the peeling wallpaper as his hands shake.

Did you hear that? Please tell me you heard that! That wasn't a localized seismic tremor, and it definitely wasn't the wind. That was a Class-Four Poltergeist sighing, or—or maybe a very large, undead cat!

He frantically clicks the power button on his third flashlight, strapped to his chest, bathing the entire corridor in a blinding, surgical white light.

Stay behind me, partner. Or actually, maybe you stay slightly in front of me? You have a much more 'sturdy' aura, and my EMF meter is already doing that weird chirping sound that usually means we're about to be featured in a tragedy. Do you see any glowing eyes? Don't lie to me just to be brave!