Page 42 of See Through

“More threes.”

Combine that with the voice we heard say devil earlier, and I really think we need to get the hell out of here, but I know she won’t do it.

“This is bad, Aubs. I don’t like this.”

“Just give me fifteen more minutes. I heard him, Dean. I know I did.”

“Okay,” I tell her. I swear, I hear footsteps behind me. I swing the camera around and, surprise, nothing is there. “How did you grow up in this place?”

“It felt okay when I was younger. Even the investigations Adrian and I did when we were kids felt safer than tonight. Something stirred the pot before we got here.”

Could be. Or maybe it’s us in here making all this shit stir up again. Maybe this funeral home was always meant to be uninhabited. I was shocked when she told me her parents never wanted to sell it, but now, I can see why. Maybe they know something we don't.

“I’m going to sit on my old bed and try a session with the pod,” she says to the camera. I hand it to her, flipping it on. She shows the camera what happens when her hand hovers close to it—the light turns on. When she moves her hand away, it disappears. “Simple yes or no questions for this one, since we’re using the light.”

I set up in front of her, grabbing a dusty chair from her old desk and sitting, keeping the camera steady. She sets the pod in front of her on an old book so it’s steady, and I hear her clear her throat before she starts speaking.

“If there is anyone in the room with us, make your presence known by lighting up this pod in front of me.” She waves her hand in front of it as a demonstration.

We wait a few seconds, and it lights up a few times before it goes off.

I see her eyes light up. “If there is more than one of you here in this house, can you make the light blink two times?”

We wait a few more seconds, and, sure enough, it goes on once, then off, then on again.

“Thank you so much,” she says. “Can you blink the light for how many of you there are?”

As soon as she says that, the hair on the back of my neck perks up, and goosebumps start spreading down my limbs.

“Woah,” Aubrey says as I see her swaying back and forth. I barely think before I set the camera on the chair—still pointed at her—and rush to her side.

“What’s going on, baby?”

“Just a little lightheaded. That was weird. I felt fine, and then it just snuck up on me.”

“Do you need some—” I stop. The light in front of us has been going off nonstop. “What the hell?”

The banging starts again, and I swear, the walls are going to fall off the house this time. The room is shaking, the night vision on the camera keeps flickering, old pillows are falling off the bed and onto the floor. The room feels charged again, and neither of us can move. At least, I know I can’t, but I know I’m going to have to get her out of here.

“We’re leaving!” I shout at her as she nods, grabbing all our equipment, but the door slams before we reach it. “Fuck.”

“Out,” comes through one of our devices. I hadn’t even turned that one on yet, but apparently, someone needed to say something. “Run.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“I don’t feel so good.” Aubrey sways against me, her arm in mine as she tries to stay upright. The banging stops again just as I hear Cooper coming through the walkie.

“You guys okay up there?”

Aubrey nods against my bicep, grabbing the walkie from my bag. “Are you guys okay?”

“Heard some footsteps down here and walked through some cold spots, but we’re okay.”

“We’re staying up here for a few more minutes.” She opens the door, practically pulling me back to her brother's room. “I’m not leaving yet.”

“Aubs—”

“I know what I asked you, Dean, but I can’t leave yet. Too much is happening, and some of what we’re experiencing has to be him. Now,” she sits on the floor of her brother’s room, “grab the camera and start recording.”