Ghost Hunt 2: MORE Chilling Tales of the Unknown by Jason Hawes, Grant Wilson

changed, he would be able to see it. And now there was no chance of it being caused by the flashlight.
    But all of a sudden Grant felt something was off. Jason was being totally quiet in the cell.
    “Jason? You all right?”
    There was a scrambling sound from inside the cell.
    “Grant! Get in here. NOW!”
    Grant rushed into the cell and he instantly felt strange. He felt as if the walls were closing in on him. The cell was just so dark and he couldn’t see Jason at all.
    “Jason?!”
    “Down here.”
    Jason flicked on the flashlight.
    “Sorry. The light was reflecting into my eyes. But check this out.”
    Grant walked to where Jason was crouching down on the floor.
    “When I walked in here, I felt the way Frank said a lot of the visitors feel. I got a little tense and queasy. And then I found this.” He pointed the light to what looked like the base of a toilet. But it was sealed up. “And then my plumber side kicked in. I saw a small hole in the wall—see, right over there—so I looked through it. There’s a sewer line running right behind this cell.”
    Grant took the flashlight and shone it through the hole. He put his head closer and got wind of a stale stench.
    “I doubt the pipes are in use now, but they definitely were at one point,” he said.
    “Yeah,” Jason said. “And the gases coming from them can be toxic. They can put a person on edge, especially in a small space. Think about it: that smell is so faint you wouldn’t even realize you were breathing it in. But it could still cause a major headache. Maybe to some people it would even cause mild hallucinations.”
    “Like seeing glowing red eyes…” Grant said thoughtfully. “I think that’s enough to call that claim debunked.”
    Jason put his arm out and touched the wall. The concrete had a chalky, powdery feel. He rubbed his fingertips together. He realized that without the flashlight on, the cell was exactly the way it was for the prisoners all the time. That was much more frightening to him than the claims of glowing eyes.
    “Well, the sewer line definitely explains at least some of the visitors’ claims,” Grant said. “And
maybe
it explains that shadow you thought you saw. But what about the spike in the EMF reading? Think of how many prisoners must have been standing exactly where we are, going crazy bit by bit. Isn’t it possible some of that energy remained in the cell?”
    Jason stood for a minute, thinking it over.
    “It’s possible,” Jason said. “And you’re right about the EMF spike.
That
I can’t explain.”

     
    Mike and Lyssa had been sitting at Central Command for hours. It was after midnight when the rest of the group met up with them.
    “Really great stuff, guys,” Mike said. “I can’t wait to go over the footage tomorrow.”
    “Hopefully when we go over it, we’ll pick up on something we’ve missed,” Jen said. “So far we’ve all had personal experiences—phantom smells, doors closing, seeing shadows—but as far as we know, we haven’t caught anything on tape. I’d really love to get some hard evidence.”
    “There’s still the Citadel left,” said Lyssa.
    She thought back to her experience when she and the team investigated Fort Mifflin, a fort from the Revolutionary War.There she went into a prison they called Casemate 11. It was a lot like the Citadel. It was also underground. Both were solitary confinement cells. Lyssa had seen a ghostly face of the inmate in Casemate 11, and that face would never leave her mind. She remembered how scared she was when she saw the face. The thought of being trapped in a closed space with a spirit again terrified her. But at least this wasn’t her first time. She knew she could do it.
    “If you all don’t mind, I’d like to go down there to collect evidence,” she said.
    Jason and Grant looked impressed.
    “Sure!” Jason said. “Mike, why don’t you go with her? We’ll stay here and monitor you.”
    Lyssa grabbed her favorite piece of equipment,