right. Yes, that’s perfect, over.”
The camera picked up a faint distortion at the main counter of the checkout desk. A thump swish thump was caught on the camera’s digital sound recorder.
“Cid, do you hear anything with your super hearing?” Ted hissed.
“Sounds like either a peg-legged pirate, or… Dude, I’m going to shift the focus to infrared.”
Cid did so, and both of them let a whoa escape as the thermal picture showed an entity of some kind picking up something invisible and bringing a hand holding something else Ted couldn’t make out down on… “It’s a book,” Ted said. “It’s an echo of a librarian stamping dates into books. Return dates maybe?”
“Are you sure it’s an echo?” Cid said, inching nearer the desk.
“Try talking loudly,” Ted instructed.
“Let’s have a party!” Cid yelled.
Ted winced. “I said loud not yell. My ears, dude, my ears.”
“Sorry. Did the librarian move?”
“No, still stamping books. One thump for the stamp in the ink pad. The book is opened, and then another stamp in the book. Thump swish thump and repeat, over.”
“Cool beans,” Cid said. He stopped his progression and turned around. “Ted, there’s another sound coming from reference. I’m going to investigate.”
Ted watched as the ghost hunter moved out of frame.
Brian burbled and let out a little cry. Ted moved swiftly to his side, extracted him from the crib and brought him back to the console in one fluid moment. Brian sniffed and yawned. He started to go through his vowel sounds, happy to be on his daddy’s lap once again. Ted scanned the feeds. He had the computer set so each one of the six feeds, in turn, would enlarge for a moment on the large monitor.
“Ooooooooh,” Brian babbled each time the children’s reading room came on the big screen.
Intrigued, Ted stopped the rotation and brought back the reading room.
“Ooh ooh,” Brian said again.
Ted quickly tested his theory and pulled up one of the other feeds.
“Ah ah ee am,” Brian resumed his practicing.
Ted brought back the reading room.
“Ooh ooh ooh,” Brian sang out.
“Do you see something?” he asked his infant son.
“Ooh.”
Ted clicked over to open channel. “Cid, head for the children’s reading room. Burt, I think something’s going on in there, but I can’t see anything on camera, over.”
“Then how do you know? over,” Burt responded.
“Brian makes a particular sound when Murphy is around. He’s making it now when we view the reading room. Humor me, over.”
“Team, this area’s dead. Let’s go upstairs. Mike, take some tri-spectrum shots. Audrey, take readings. We’re headed up, over.”
Ted left the reading room on the large monitor. He continued to watch the other feeds as Brian oohed at the display. “I think, my son, your mother and I are going to have our hands full with you.”
“Ah am,” Brian said a bit too clearly for Ted’s comfort.
Cid walked over to the glassed-in room. He opened the door slowly and secured it by latching the hook into the eye mounted on the wall for this purpose. He moved very slowly, hoping to pick up some kind of sound. He felt a rush of air move by him.
“I felt something low move past me from the main library. It couldn’t have been more than three feet high.”
“OOH!” Brian cried out.
“Cid, watch your back, over,” Ted warned.
Cid spun around in time to see the thin children’s books shudder and move off the shelf. They landed one on top of the other, and a tower was built.
“Are you seeing this, dude?” Cid asked in a whisper.
“Yes, we’re recording. Be aware, Burt and team are approaching, over.”
“Team, let’s hang back and let Cid interact with the entity,” Burt instructed. He moved to film the moving books from a different angle than the camera trained on the room.
Audrey and Mike watched as Cid got on his knees and then sat
The camera picked up a faint distortion at the main counter of the checkout desk. A thump swish thump was caught on the camera’s digital sound recorder.
“Cid, do you hear anything with your super hearing?” Ted hissed.
“Sounds like either a peg-legged pirate, or… Dude, I’m going to shift the focus to infrared.”
Cid did so, and both of them let a whoa escape as the thermal picture showed an entity of some kind picking up something invisible and bringing a hand holding something else Ted couldn’t make out down on… “It’s a book,” Ted said. “It’s an echo of a librarian stamping dates into books. Return dates maybe?”
“Are you sure it’s an echo?” Cid said, inching nearer the desk.
“Try talking loudly,” Ted instructed.
“Let’s have a party!” Cid yelled.
Ted winced. “I said loud not yell. My ears, dude, my ears.”
“Sorry. Did the librarian move?”
“No, still stamping books. One thump for the stamp in the ink pad. The book is opened, and then another stamp in the book. Thump swish thump and repeat, over.”
“Cool beans,” Cid said. He stopped his progression and turned around. “Ted, there’s another sound coming from reference. I’m going to investigate.”
Ted watched as the ghost hunter moved out of frame.
Brian burbled and let out a little cry. Ted moved swiftly to his side, extracted him from the crib and brought him back to the console in one fluid moment. Brian sniffed and yawned. He started to go through his vowel sounds, happy to be on his daddy’s lap once again. Ted scanned the feeds. He had the computer set so each one of the six feeds, in turn, would enlarge for a moment on the large monitor.
“Ooooooooh,” Brian babbled each time the children’s reading room came on the big screen.
Intrigued, Ted stopped the rotation and brought back the reading room.
“Ooh ooh,” Brian said again.
Ted quickly tested his theory and pulled up one of the other feeds.
“Ah ah ee am,” Brian resumed his practicing.
Ted brought back the reading room.
“Ooh ooh ooh,” Brian sang out.
“Do you see something?” he asked his infant son.
“Ooh.”
Ted clicked over to open channel. “Cid, head for the children’s reading room. Burt, I think something’s going on in there, but I can’t see anything on camera, over.”
“Then how do you know? over,” Burt responded.
“Brian makes a particular sound when Murphy is around. He’s making it now when we view the reading room. Humor me, over.”
“Team, this area’s dead. Let’s go upstairs. Mike, take some tri-spectrum shots. Audrey, take readings. We’re headed up, over.”
Ted left the reading room on the large monitor. He continued to watch the other feeds as Brian oohed at the display. “I think, my son, your mother and I are going to have our hands full with you.”
“Ah am,” Brian said a bit too clearly for Ted’s comfort.
Cid walked over to the glassed-in room. He opened the door slowly and secured it by latching the hook into the eye mounted on the wall for this purpose. He moved very slowly, hoping to pick up some kind of sound. He felt a rush of air move by him.
“I felt something low move past me from the main library. It couldn’t have been more than three feet high.”
“OOH!” Brian cried out.
“Cid, watch your back, over,” Ted warned.
Cid spun around in time to see the thin children’s books shudder and move off the shelf. They landed one on top of the other, and a tower was built.
“Are you seeing this, dude?” Cid asked in a whisper.
“Yes, we’re recording. Be aware, Burt and team are approaching, over.”
“Team, let’s hang back and let Cid interact with the entity,” Burt instructed. He moved to film the moving books from a different angle than the camera trained on the room.
Audrey and Mike watched as Cid got on his knees and then sat
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