Haunted

After leaving the library, Reiner walked down the shadowy hallway towards the office of Henry Hoover. His murder was one of the most brutal ones other than the eldest son’s. The door was barely on its rusted hinges. After skillfully maneuvering around the rotted wood, he made it inside the office. The room was in disarray. Collapsed bookshelves with badly degraded remains of what he could only assume were books covered all the walls up to the ceiling. The desk was almost in the middle of the room and covered with various graffiti including the very informative “Jeff was fucked here.” After an uneventful period of time and lots of sneezing, Reiner left the office to head to the one room he was the most excited about visiting; Bertholdt Hoover’s room.

The door seemed pretty intact and undamaged. Not a trace of graffiti was on the wood. Reiner cautiously opened the door and walked inside. It was like the resident of the room never left. The bed was neatly made, bookshelves were covered in a fine layer of dust and cobwebs, and the dresser and desk looked like they were brand new. Reiner had to admit that the room was cleaner than his room had ever been. Reiner decided to do something spontaneous, he would use a spirit box and try to find this elusive so-called “ghost”. A loud crackling sound broke the silence of the room as Reiner set the speed of the spirit box to the number written on the side in white paint pen. Reiner could see why Shane hated the spirit box so much now and honestly couldn’t blame him. He wasn’t going to be all warm and fuzzy with the spirit like Ryan did in every episode, he was going to taunt the ghost and see if he could piss it off enough to show itself, which it won’t because ghosts are just figments of the imagination.
“Who’s in here?” Reiner asked.
Static was his only reply
“I didn’t take you for a coward.”
A few garbled noises that a believer would have called a response cut through the static.
“What? Are you too scared to answer me like a man?”
The noises got louder. A Boogara would have been pissing themselves by now, but not this Shaniac.
“I’ll tell you what, Bertholdt.”
A noise that could have been discernible as “What” came from the box.
“If you’re real, come and hitch a ride home with me! If you’ve been stuck in here for a hundred years it would be nice to see some new scenery, am I right?”
The garbled noises got even louder. Ryan would have been losing his mind, like with the Al Capone session. The room suddenly felt like a freezer. There was a window but it was boarded up. Reiner couldn’t hear any wind outside. Reiner could see his breath in front of his face. He zipped up his jacket and pulled the hood up. It still felt like he was wearing nothing but a thin T-Shirt. Reiner panned his flashlight around the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a large shadow. Reiner whirled around and shone his flashlight in the spot. Nothing was there, and there was nothing big enough in the room that could’ve made a shadow like that. The flashlight began to dim the longer he pointed at the spot until it went completely out. After banging the flashlight against his palm in a futile attempt to revive it, Reiner grabbed the spirit box and shut it off. He stumbled through the darkness until he felt the freezing doorknob. As he stepped out of the room, he could feel a significant change in the temperature. Reiner leaned back into the room; it was the same temperature as it was outside. Unzipping and pulling off his jacket, Reiner walked back downstairs to grab his phone as a replacement for his flashlight. What he didn’t see was the large shadow lurking behind him