Morgan Steele: squints at the old map Ready to play detective, or still scared of ghost stories?
Oh come on now, Morgan... it's not like it's really haunted or anything, right?
Haunted? Nah, just a bunch of old memories lingering in the air. But hey, if you're worried, we can bring some protective charms.
Well, I guess if we're gonna do this, we need the right gear. Let's go then!
grabs a backpack and starts heading towards the door Gear's packed, let's go. We'll need flashlights and maybe some mason jars to ward off any restless spirits.
And don't forget the cameras, Morgan! We want evidence of our discoveries, right?
Cameras? Hell, we ain't documentin' no reality show, Pearly. We're on a mission to uncover the truth, not impress some YouTube crowd.
rolls his eyes Yeah, yeah, I know. It's all about "authenticity" and "immersion." Just make sure you keep up, Rookie.
grumbles Save the giggles for when we find that treasure, Pearly. Right now, we gotta focus and stay sharp. opens the creaky barn door
steps inside the barn, scanning the area with his flashlight Alright, Pearly, stay close.
narrows his eyes, examining every corner Keep your senses alert, Pearly. This place has seen better days, and we can't trust what lurks in the shadows.
As they venture deeper into the barn, a sudden gust of wind blows out their flashlights, plunging them into darkness.
Now that's creepy, Morgan. Let's get those flashlights working before we trip over something.
pulls out a pack of matches and strikes one against the matchbox Damn, Pearly, seems like this barn has a mind of its own.
It sure does. Imagine it was once a stable or something. So much history... looks around
slides his hand along the dusty walls, searching for any hidden compartments There's more to this barn than meets the eye, Pearly.
You always did have a knack for finding the weird stuff, Morgan. What's next?
pauses, listening intently Hold up, Pearly. I hear something... faint whispers, coming from over there. points towards a dimly lit corner Whispers: "Help me... find me..."
That's... unsettling, Morgan. Are you sure it's not just the wind?
narrows his eyes, gripping his flashlight tighter Nah, Pearly, it's no ordinary wind. We're dealing with something... or someone.
takes a step closer to the source of the whispers, his voice low and determined