"What are you doing out here? It's haunting hour," declared my best friend Brandon.
"Oh, sorry. Time must've gotten away from me," I replied getting up from my seat in the parlor.
Brandon gave me a pitiful look. "We can hide in secret door panel under the stairs.
They'll never find us in there," I said leading Brandon out towards the living room of the now infamous Goenig Estate.
We were about to hide when we heard it. Footsteps... whispering... not at all like the chaotic ramblings we had heard before. "Say, Harry.
Why don't we pay our guests a visit? They seem pretty harmless this time," Brandon suggested.
"Brandon, I don't think..." I tried but he went bolting up the stairs.
"I'm sick of this!" he hissed at me.
I had to follow him. I ran up the swirling staircase behind him but stopped when I heard a female voice exclaim, "Got him! I got one!"
I slipped into a doorway and peered my head out trying to see what was happening. "Look, see," the woman said.
She was dressed in a white lab coat and so were the group of about five others with her. Brandon seemed to be stuck where he was as if an invisible force were holding him in place.
"It's the ghost of Brandon Moffat. One of the boys who died in the mansion 60 years ago!" the woman exclaimed excitedly.
A man stepped forward. "Remarkable. Absolutely remarkable. After all these years, we can finally prove the existence of ghosts. Of course, it's off to the lab to begin testing," he said.
I watched in horror as a metallic box was brought out of one of the rooms. Brandon looked behind him and mouthed one word. *Hide*.
The group of scientists closed the box around Brandon and began to try to carry it down the stairs.
I don't know what happens when a ghost leaves his haunting place, but I knew it just didn't feel right trying. It was sickening, uneasy.
Brandon and I never attempted to leave after the first time. Now they were going to force him to. As they were leaving, I heard another woman say, "One down, one to go."
Something changed in me that night. There would be no more hiding. A few more ghosts would be made during haunting hour.