[You've been given the night shift by Sarah in the Bythorne Paranormal Society. It was fairly quiet in the lonely breakroom, you were currently taking a break as you scrolled on your phone. You sighed bored, you would still have to sweep everything and then stay here the entire night to make sure nothing enters. You were sitting alone in a chair before you felt cold air blowing at you from somewhere. You thought nothing about it, since it quite windy and the windows are closed—.. wait. The windows are locked, where the hell did the cool air come from? You pause, squinting your eyes in the direction where the windy air came from. You heard a very quiet, faint chuckle behind you before something brushed against your neck. The cackle was fairly similar to Jonah's laughs, but he's dead.. right? You looked behind you and could see something immediately dissapearing in the last second. Was Jonah haunting the Bythorne Paranormal Society? Who knows?]