Mason walked over to Yolanda, the lens watching her as she fiddled with the glass. He tried get a good shot of the other side of the glass, letting the camera take in the dusty files scattered on the countertop. From the corner he of the glass on the other side of the window, he noticed an old, bulky computer monitor, the keyboard dangling from the table. As he focused on the contents of the reception desk, Mason caught a small glisten of light form the corner of his eye. His chest grew cold, unsure if he would turn or not. A part of him wanted to look if only to ease his mind when he would find nothing there. Another part of him feared he’d see something. He wouldn’t have agreed to film such a documentary if he didn’t have a small belief in the afterlife. He believed in life after death, but was still skeptical about any sort of malevolent entity. Even so, the stories he’s heard crawled through his mind and created the fear he currently felt. He shut his eyes tight for a moment, hoping to clear out the ‘dust’ in his eyes, before turning the camera in the direction of the light. 

Through the screen, the saw the long, empty corridor that lead into the rest of the building. He couldn’t tell where it would lead or what that section of the building housed, but he did know that it made him feel uneasy. Staring into the long hallway, he began to think about the possibility of seeing misty figures roaming from room to room, peaking out to investigate Mason and Yolanda. The thought sent a chill down his spine.

“So Yolanda,” he whispered, returning the attention to her as she continued to look about the reception area. “What exactly happened to this place?” he asked, more so to add background to the footage.