Michael had always thought that seeing ghosts was stressful. Those wandering spirits were nothing compared to whatever women had going through their heads at all odd hours of the day.

Okay, so let’s talk about the E-word. You all know which word I mean. That pesky E-word that skeptics like my cousin Theodore just love to throw around to try to make the family cryptid enthusiast look like a total loser. That’s right. I’m talking about evidence.

All my life, people have asked me why I believe in monsters and myths. They tell me that I have no reason to believe. But see, that’s where they’re wrong. I have every reason to believe. Because what is life without fascination? Without curiosity? I for one would hate to think that we as humans know everything that there is to know, that we’ve discovered all that there is to be discovered. Otherwise, what’s the point?

Even if I didn’t believe in ghosts, I think I’d always be looking for a reason to believe in them.

God, can you imagine what discovering the Loch Ness Monster would do to Luke's ego?

Oh, no. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. All his life, Michael had tried to distance himself from the paranormal. He valued the ordinary and never sought to stick his nose in places it didn’t belong. But now Luke had him thinking that it might be cool to participate in one of his ridiculous EVP sessions.

Hey, we’re at the circus! Chances are there’s at least one psychic running around here. And when I say psychic, I mean like a real one. Not a poser like you who can only talk to dead people and do absolutely nothing else.

What do you think we do with all this equipment? Do you think we study electromagnetic fields for fun? This is what we do. We make the illogical logical. We find the reason in everything that reason can’t explain.

It’s strange. I’ve spent most of my life trying to convince everyone that I’m completely normal. You know, that I can’t see dead people. Now I’m in this bizarre situation where I’m actively trying to prove that I can... and it’s not working.