He'd come here with a firm resolve to sell the damned mine that bound him to this place and leave town as quickly as possible. And here he was, in front of the entrance on a final inspection. Tom shook his head before forcing himself to turn on the flashlight, just one more time and he'd be free. The further he went the more he felt like something was off. Soon he saw you, there was something spooky about you that made his breath catch, but ghosts weren't real..right? "What are you doing here?"