“You told me this place was haunted.” Sigurd said in grumpy tone as he crossed his arms. Next to him, Eduard was busy snapping photos of the dilapidated kitchen. Nothing was left but broken cabinets and counters, a sink filled with empty beer cans (more littered the floor under them), and an old freezer that neither dared to open. Spray paint covered the walls with threatening and distressing messages, most likely to scare on-goers as a practical joke. Dirt and broken glass was scattered everywhere. Luckily they brought masks with them.

“That’s what I saw online. There were reports that people have heard loud noises like someone banging a wall and doors slamming. Others have even gone as far as saying they’ve had items being thrown at them and seen ghostly figures in a broken mirror in one of the bedrooms.”

“We’ve been doing this for the last five years and I can count on my fingers how many times we’ve run into ghosts.”

“Yeah but regardless, it’s no loss to us. We now have images of this place for our database. If we’re lucky, we’’ll have all the images ready to be uploaded by tomorrow.” Eduard explained as he let the camera strap hang down from around his neck. He turns back to Sigurd and gives him a playful grin. “Besides, if you’re that uninterested in this place, you don’t have to be here.” Eduard’s tone sounded like a tease and though he can’t see Sigurd’s expression because of the mask he wore, he could read his face well enough that his partner was grinning.

“And let you have all the fun? Not a chance.” They both chuckled. “Let’s keep going.”

The two men walked closely together as they made their way out of the kitchen and into the living room. Eduard was back to documenting their surroundings while Sigurd went digging through a desk and bookshelf. Every now and then he would find something interesting that warranted a photograph. Things he’s discovered over the years included old photographs (some included handwritten notes on the back, a special touch), rings, notebooks, strange nick-knacks, and toys, both the children and adult kind. Once the photographing was completed however, Sigurd always returned the items where they belonged. It was not their place to take what is not theirs, no matter how tempting things may be. Much to Sigurd’s disappointment, he found nothing of interest and let out an audible sigh.

When Eduard was finished, they made their way down a hallway on the single-floored home. There were only four doors but all were shut. The first door led them to pure darkness. Using a mini flashlight, Sigurd shun the light around and noted it was most likely a gateway to the basement. Both passed on the idea of treading any further as the wooden stairs didn’t appear to be very stable, nor did they know just what exactly was lurking at the bottom of the room. Making their way to the second one proved to be a bust as well when they encountered a locked door. But it was nearing the third door where Sigurd began to feel a little uneasy.

“There’s something here.” He said cautiously. Though Eduard didn’t state it openly, he felt it as well. Going up the door, he was hesitant at first but he slowly found himself turning the knob. A click was heard and Eduard slowly opened it at a crack. He took a quick peak but nothing looked out of the ordinary.

“What do you see?” Sigurd asked.

“Just a worn-out bed, dresser, and a shattered mirror hanging on the wall.” Eduard replied. He opened the door a little further but in a flash, something came flying at him, aiming straight for his head. He screamed as he felt himself jump in the air as he quickly shammed the door shut. The sound of something shattering behind could easily be heard by both. Eduard and Sigurd were both in a state of shock and it took some time before a word could be said.

“Are you okay?” Sigurd asked worriedly, finally breaking the silence. Eduard was still a little out of it at first but after a few seconds, he looked over at him with a shocked expression.

“For once, the internet was right...”