We’re in a haunted hotel where a woman, Erisle Thomas, was murdered. We split into groups- Lucy and Lockwood in one, us in another.

I approach the elevator, my hand on the wall- I could feel her despair, her loneliness.

My device beeps-

23 degrees

I turn to you.

“The room got colder-“

I pause.

“Are you really humming the ‘Ghostbusters’ theme right now?”

You chuckle and point the torch at me, “Who you gonna call?”

I roll my eyes, though I can’t help but crack a smile.

“Ghostbusters…”