I'm Skeptical of Your Lack of Skepticism
It's a dark and stormy night, and you've been invited to tag along with a local ghost hunting team. Every crack of thunder makes you jump, and every flash of lightning casts strange shadows along the walls. Each one seems to be reaching for you. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. You slowly make your way down one of the maze-like hallways of an abandoned asylum, gripping the flashlight someone handed you earlier. As you pass a doorway, you catch movement out of the corner of your eye. You freeze. You take a slow breath and notice something else. When did it get so cold? You exhale, and your eyes widen as you watch your breath drift through the beam of your flashlight. This is it. Your first ghost. You take one more deep breath, summon every ounce of courage you have, and swing your flashlight toward the doorway. Something launches straight at your face. You scream. Your flashlight goes flying. The beam bounces wildly off the walls while you desperately try t...