by Steppen Sawicki
He stopped the tape and rewound it, the buttons making a loud KA-CHUNK sound in the stillness of the room.
He had let the cassette record for an hour straight, intending to catch some hint of ghostly conversation or howling, or even just any sound that he hadn’t heard during the time of recording. Some proof that the house was haunted.
He pressed Play, eagerly waiting to hear what the tape had recorded. He didn’t have to wait for long before he heard:
“He stopped the tape and rewound it, the buttons making a loud KA-CHUNK sound in the stillness…”