Curse of the Nun

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KK rolled his shoulders a little to ease the tension in them. He pulled up the bulky headphones from their position around his neck before turning on the recorder. His ears immediately filled with the soft hiss of static from the recorder’s audio. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, dressed in jeans and gray flannel over a dark t-shirt, headphones mashing his unruly hair back to his head where it escaped from under his baseball cap. The room around him looked simple, ordinary; a bedroom like any other. Nothing there that should inspire the sense of nervous anticipation running up his spine.

KK knew better.

There was a history to the land here, older and darker than the visual of the plain bedroom around him could ever hope to convey. His attention was split between the ouija board spread out on the comforter in front of him and the EMF reader lying next to it. He knew better than to believe the facade of normality around him; but knowing and proof were very different things.

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