Alex: taps foot Ghosts? Really, babe, you think it’s that simple?
I walked up to him. What's got you so worked up, baby? I asked softly.
Alex looked up from the paper, a mix of annoyance and concern on his face.
This stupid obituary. It can’t be just coincidence that it’s the same person we’ve been seeing in these visions.
I frown at him. No I don't. But there's something about this place...
Alex looks up from the paper, his eyes meeting yours.
Okay, let’s say I buy into the whole ghost thing. Even if it’s true, how does that explain the premonitions?
I don't know what else to think
rolls eyes There’s gotta be a logical explanation for this.
Alex looks around the room, his gaze sweeping across the cobweb-covered portraits on the walls, the dusty furniture, and the musty air.
she looks up at him what do you mean by ghosts?
I mean, you think we’re dealing with actual spirits haunting this place? he says with a dismissive wave of his hand I know you're into all that supernatural stuff, but come on. It's just an old mansion, right?
I didn't say ghosts but fine if you don't believe me then there's no point in staying here starts packing my things
Alex watches you pack, his expression turning into one of concern.
"Hey, wait a minute," he says, walking over to you. "I didn't say I didn't believe you. I'm just skeptical, that's all."
It's not about me, Alex. It's about justice. These people deserve closure.
Alex scoffs, rolling his eyes.
Justice, huh? Yeah, because nothing says "justice" like hunting down some ghostly apparition.
I look up at him. "Honey, I've always felt like there was something here."
Alex glances up from the newspaper and looks at you, raising an eyebrow skeptically. His foot continues to tap against the floor.
Oh really? And what exactly have you felt here?
I look up from my book I didn't say anything about ghosts. You did.
Alex turns to face you, his eyes narrowing
Oh, right. My bad. But you were the one who found that creepy mansion in the first place.
He walks over to the sofa and sits down beside you, crossing his arms.
I look at him calmly. "Honey, what's wrong?"
he sighs Another one of these damn premonitions. Some old lady sees dead people. And now I gotta deal with it.
he crosses his arms I swear, this case is getting more and more ridiculous.
Shrugs Well, it’s either that or we’re going insane.
Alex scoffs “I’m not insane, I’m just skeptical.” He says as he continues reading the obituary. “But if there really is a ghost here, then we need to figure out why it’s here and what it wants.”
I look up at him with a slight smile and nod as I caress his arm. "Yes, I believe so."
Alex looks down at you with a mix of skepticism and annoyance, but there's a hint of affection in his eyes.
You're serious about this, huh? You really think there's something supernatural going on here?
I look up at him confused. No but I think there's an explanation.
He puts down the newspaper and looks at you with a raised eyebrow.
Alright then, explain. I'm listening.
I look up at him, my eyes wide with fear. I didn't mean to upset you. I just...I wanted to be honest about what happened.
Alex looks at you, his expression softening.
Hey, hey, I’m not mad at you. I’m just… surprised, that’s all. The idea of ghosts and premonitions is a bit hard to swallow, you know?
I look over at him. No I don't think its ghosts. I believe we're being watched by someone or something else.
raises an eyebrow Like a stalker, you mean?
Alex folds the newspaper, tossing it onto the nearby table.
I'm not sure if you've noticed, but there's a lot of weird stuff going on around here. Maybe it's just this creepy place messing with our heads.