Ghost Project

What time did you say?

5:00 to 12:00.

It started when they died?

That's when the fire started.

According to the paper, the exits were blocked in purpose.

How many dead?

They hid the number.

Shit.

Mike, come on.

Let's get out of here.

Come on, guys.

I need to do this.

Come on.

No, no, no.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Wait.

Mike.

You bleeding.

What's happening?

Let me see.

My eyes.

I can't see.

Mike, I'm here.

Tom.

Andy.

Guys.

Washed all your clothes last week.

No, everything except your purple sweater.

Still has your perfume on it.

I just-- I miss it so much.

I just bought the scooter as well, finally.

Obviously I tweaked it.

I changed the battery to 500 watts.

I know what you're thinking, I should save up for a rainy day.

But I also know you want me to be happy.

I-- I'm-- what?

Where did you go?

Fuck.

Ain't you going to last?

Hey, Brian.

Hey, Alice.

Huh.

Mocha?

Yeah.

Do you want some?

I don't want.

You drink up.

Sure.

Next time.

Next time what?

You will avoid drooling it?

Drive your scooter holding two cups of coffee?

Or you're going to buy me breakfast?

Good morning.

Did you and Alice get here together?

You came 5 seconds after her.

That means you took the elevator together.

Am I wrong?

Shouldn't you be working?

I can.

I'm uploading files.

If I look at the screen, they upload things longer.

Scientifically proven.

Very true.

So Alice, what are you up to?

Deal with that heart stuff?

Heart rate monitoring, Heart Up.

No, it's got a name now.

That's all the progress I made.

It needs set up, testing.

Best case, 12 month till it's published.

What?

Really?

There goes our last chance of getting into the CS Tech Fair,

I guess.

Not to mention that my scholarship

is hanging by a thread.

Worse even, we won't be trending topic.

Not everything is fame and money, Sysop.

Tell that to this bloodsucker, manipulative prick.

Do you prefer sausage or banana shake?

What?

Hey.

Yeah.

What are you working on?

Oh, nothing interesting.

He's hiding something, and I'm the selfish one?

It's not that.

It's your virtual reality thing?

Augmented reality.

There is a difference, you know?

Well, we are going to the bar.

It's Friday.

Yeah, man, and it's happy hour.

I've seen your happy hour.

It's way too happy.

And we all know the outcome.

Ah, yes.

Very tempting, but I really want to try these wireless guys.

I need the empty space.

Why don't you try the old building?

I run there.

The old building?

Why would you run there?

What is wrong with the parks?

To test my Heart Up, honey.

The place is always empty.

It's also good for fucking.

Ugh, gross.

So I heard.

Apparently no one goes there since that maintenance guy

got electrocuted.

What?

This guy, this janitor, he died a couple of years back.

Some say that when they found him,

his eye had popped out of his head

from the electricity going through his body.

Really creepy shit.

Some swear they can still hear him scream.

That's supposed to scare us?

Sysop, if I ever hear you screaming or moaning,

ugh, I will be traumatized forever.

OK, you know where to find us.

Good luck.

See you later, man.

Yeah.

Huh?

Hello?

"Sonar magnetic detection."

Hello?

Who's there?

I can't imagine how it feels to see you girlfriend die.

I mean, Andrew just left me, and I can't even get over that.

What happened?

Nothing.

When he achieved his goal, he thought he deserved someone

better than me, so he left.

I was talking about Brian.

Of course.

Why would you care about my personal life?

Oh, Sysop, it's the 10th time you told me about your story

with Andrew.

I know in my heart.

Fine.

Brian was driving when they crashed.

Apparently, was snowing that night.

And Ellen asked him to leave the next day,

so he convinced her of driving back home.

The road was made of ice.

The car slip at a curve and fell down the cliff.

God.

Yeah.

She died instantly.

He survived.

That's what's killing him.

Poor guy.

Just know that you're handling damaged goods.

So I forgot my wallet.

I didn't know what to do.

Hey.

Are you crazy?

You just stole property from the institute.

Well, it was just lying there.

Plus I had to, OK?

There's something really strange about it.

Why, because your phone flew off the table?

No.

Well, yeah, but something else happened.

What do you mean?

It was this presence, and I guess the device reacted to it.

Oh, check this out.

I looked up this address.

Fuck.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Wait a minute.

Are you telling me you found the most expensive ouija

in the world?

I don't know.

And that what you felt was a ghost?

I don't know, Sy.

It's possible.

Possible?

Why not?

Because, A, they don't exist.

And B, they don't fucking exist.

Well, if I recall correctly, I wasn't

the one going on about people hearing

a dead janitor screaming.

I mentioned a bullshit urban legend.

That doesn't mean it's real.

I mean, we are tech engineers.

Practically scientists.

Exactly.

Aren't you curious?

I think you have to put that back where you found it.