Baker immediately went for his revolver as the room went into chaos. How were these men suddenly moving? This was a morgue! Either the under taker was really terrible at his job, or there was something going on here.

Meanwhile, Phil just laughed and spoke normally. This was business to him, talking to the dead. Baker had heard the stories though. Men and women who had the power to speak to the other side. Demons, undead walking corpses. That's all it had ever been to him, stories. But now he was seeing this. Could he be hallucinating, or was this reality? Baker had to subtly pinch himself to realize he wasn't dreaming. When it was all over, Baker could hear his own heart beat but calmed himself down to speak, regaining his composure. 

[color=9e0b0f]"There's a bunch of men that need to hang for their crimes, that's what's down there."[/color] Baker said as he walked around the room, poking each body to see if it would rise again. He stopped and looked back at Phil.

[color=9e0b0f]"Who are you? Why are you here?"[/color] Baker asked. He still didn't trust this man and there was too much here he didn't understand.