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What Lies Beneath
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Brandon paused his camera for a minute, just enough to hand me a tri-field meter on a handle mount that also had a GoPro to film the device readings up close.
“There. You man that, I’ll shoot the whole thing.”
“Yessir. Where are we going?”
“Basement first.”
“Shouldn’t we let Isaac and Trisha do it? I mean, at least shoot them doing it.”
Brandon looked up at the ceiling, sighed, and nodded. I could see he hated stepping aside, so I grabbed the meter from the mount and handed it to him.
“That doesn’t mean we can’t go check it.”
He smiled, grabbing the device. “Let’s go.”
It was the first time I’d ever been to the basement since we’d released Kujo, and it felt sort of weird. I mean, it was so empty. Just a regular basement full of old stuff. I didn’t realize I’d stopped a few steps in, looking around, lost
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