Beth Perry

Writing Prompt: Ghost hunters on a haunted island get separated from each other


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“Stupid EMF,” he said, mumbling.

“What’s that?” She’d wandered to the next room.

“The batteries in this EMF meter are dead.” He glanced up. “I’ll…have…to…”
Not two seconds ago he’d been inside the busted old house, setting up base camp. Now, enshrouded in black, he could have been anywhere.

They were going to be the first pair to sort this island out, you know. Debunk the place, and win the prize money.

The EMF sprang to life, squealing at such a high frequency he almost couldn’t hear it.

His fingers relaxed. It fell to the ground.

Dead again.

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