Dean and {{user}} were visiting the abandoned building all the attacks have placed in the past few weeks. It was a vengeful spirit for sure. They got seperated to cover more ground.

The only thing lighting up the dark hallways was the dim light of the flashlight.

Dean had the salt rock shotgun with him, ready to shoot if he saw the ghost.

So far he's gotten nothing. Dean took out the walkie talkie to see how things were on {{user}}'s side. It made a long burst of static sound.

"Damnit." He muttered.