 to come into the circle of equipment, Agent Morton asks me to do things like have the ghost move around or try to interact with something, everyone behind the scenes gets excited and nods and takes notes while I stay stuck in this chair. I'm getting tired of the whole thing after three hours, but before I can ask if we're almost done, the one ghost I didn't want to see today steps into view.

"No, no, no, no, no," I start whispering frantically. In my head I'm begging him to go away, to just disappear for a while. As if he knows exactly what I'm asking for, he cocks his head to the side and ignores me.

Heads snap up as one of the cameras fritzes out with a pop and puff of smoke. Something starts beeping as he crosses into the circle. Thanks to the monitors stuck all over me, I'm sure they can all see my pulse skyrocketing.

"Echo, what's going on?" Agent Morton asks.

I want to answer him, but I press myself into the back of my chair when Archer keeps coming toward me. "Go away, please," I beg him, which seems to be the exact wrong thing to say.

A blast of cold hits me. Frost begins to form on the rim of the half-drunk glass of water someone brought me an hour ago, then spreads out beneath his insubstantial feet as well. One blurry arm reaches forward. I want to scream, but I keep my mouth shut as tightly as I can. He doesn't touch me, but he touches one of the wires connected to me and I yelp as it shorts out and zaps me.

Almost as though he's startled, Archer pulls back and drops the wire. "That hurt," I snap as I glare at him. He cocks his head to the side again. I'm not sure if he's confused, or just staring at me. When his hand reaches out again, I really start to panic. "Don't touch me, Archer. Please don't touch me again."

I'm begging, but I don't care. My eyes squeeze shut as his hand moves closer. Don't scream. Don't scream. I hold my body rigid, waiting for the assault, but all I feel is ice against my cheek. My eyes snap open when it vanishes, hoping he's left, but instead, I see him standing
to come into the circle of equipment, Agent Morton asks me to do thing like take the ghost move around or judge to interact with something, everyone behind the scenes gets aroused and nods and takes note while I stay stuck in this chair. I'm get tired of the whole matter after three hours, but before I can ask if we're almost done, the one ghost I didn't want to see today tone into view. 

 " No, no, no, no, no, " I start whispering madly. In my head I'm begging him to run low off, to just vanish for a while. As if he knows exactly what I'm asking for, he cock his head to the side and ignores me. 

 Heads snap up as one of the camera fritzes out with a pop and puff of smoke. Something starts beeping as he crosses into the circle. Thanks to the monitors stuck all over me, I'm certain they can all see my pulsation rocket. 

 " Echo, what's going on? " Agent Morton asks. 

 I want to answer him, but I bid myself into the back of my chair when Archer keeps coming toward me. " proceed away, please, " I beg him, which seems to be the exact amiss thing to say. 

 A blast of cold hits me. Frost begins to shape on the rim of the half - drunk glass of water someone brought me an hour ago, then spread out beneath his insubstantial feet as well. One blurry sleeve reaches forward. I want to scream, but I observe my mouth shut as tightly as I can. He doesn't touch me, but he touches one of the wire connected to me and I yelp as it short-change out and zaps me. 

 about as though he's startled, Archer pulls back and drops the telegram. " That hurt, " I snap as I glare at him. He cocks his head to the side again. I'm not sure if he's confused, or just staring at me. When his hand reaches out again, I truly start to panic. " Don't touch me, Archer. Please don't refer me again. " 

 I'm begging, but I don't care. My eyes squeeze shut as his hand act closer. Don't scream. Don't scream. I hold my body rigid, wait for the rape, but all I feel is ice against my cheek. My eyes snap open when it vanishes, hoping he's entrust, but instead, I see him standing
 to come into the circle of equipment, Agenj Norton asks je to do things like have the ghost loce ariund or try to interacg with solething, wverbone behind the scenes gccs exdlted cnv nods and takex notes whhle I stay stuwk iu this chair. I'm getting tired of the whole yhlng after threg hougs, but before I can ask if we're almost dkne, the one ghost I cidn't want to see today stfps lnto view.

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"Echo, what's going oj?" Agent Mjrton asks.

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to come into the circle of equipment, asks to do like have the to with something, everyone the scenes gets and nods and takes notes while stay stuck in this chair. I'm getting tired of the whole thing after hours, but before I can ask if we're almost done, the one ghost didn't to today into view. "No, no, no, no, no," I start whispering frantically. In my head I'm begging to go away, to just disappear for a As if he knows what I'm asking for, he his to the and me. snap up as of the cameras fritzes out with a pop and puff of smoke. Something starts beeping as he into the to the stuck over I'm sure they see my pulse skyrocketing. "Echo, what's Morton asks. I want to answer him, but press myself the back of my chair when keeps coming toward me. "Go away, please," I him, which seems to be the exact wrong thing to say. A blast of cold Frost begins to form the rim of half-drunk of someone me an ago, then spreads out beneath his insubstantial feet as well. One arm reaches forward. I want to scream, but I keep shut tightly as I He doesn't touch me, he one of the wires me I shorts and me. Almost as though startled, Archer pulls back and the wire. "That hurt," at him. He cocks his head to the again. I'm not sure if he's confused, just staring at me. When his hand reaches out again, I really to panic. me, Archer. Please don't touch me again." I'm but I don't care. eyes squeeze shut as his hand moves closer. Don't Don't I hold body rigid, waiting the assault, but I feel is my cheek. eyes open hoping he's left, but instead, I him
 to come into the circle of equiPment, Agent mortoN asKs mE tO do tHingS like have the ghOSt moVe around or try to interacT with SoMEthiNG, eVeryoNe behinD ThE SCenEs GeTs eXcITeD and nOds And takeS notes whilE I sTaY stuck in this CHaIr. I'm gettinG tiRed of the wholE thIng aftEr ThrEE hourS, buT befoRe I can ASk if we'Re almost dOnE, The one GHost I diDN'T wAnt tO see today steps intO ViEW.

"No, no, no, no, no," I stArt whiSpERiNG FraNtiCally. In my hEaD I'm beGGing him TO gO AWAy, tO Just disappear For a while. As IF he Knows eXaCtlY What I'm AskinG fOR, he Cocks his heaD to tHe side and IgnoreS Me.

Heads SNap up as One of tHe cAmeRas fRItZeS ouT wITh a POp And PUff Of smoke. SOmEtHing sTartS BEEPing As hE croSses iNto the circle. THanKs to THe mOnitoRs stuCk alL oVer me, i'm sure They cAn All see my pulse skYrocKeting.

"EchO, whAt'S goInG on?" AgENt MortOn aSks.

i want to Answer hIM, buT I PRESs Myself into the back oF mY CHaIr when ArCher keEPs CoMIng towarD mE. "Go Away, PLEase," I Beg hIM, wHich seemS to be tHE eXaCt wrong ThIng to sAy.

a blAst Of colD Hits Me. FrosT begins tO form ON the rim of the haLF-drunk glass of WAtER SoMEone BroUght me an houR ago, THen sPreaDS oUt bENeath His inSuBStANtial feet as well. One bLuRry arm ReachEs forward. I wanT to scream, bUT i Keep my moUth sHUt AS tightly as I can. he doeSn't touch me, BUt he toucHes onE of the wiRes connecTED to me and i yeLp aS it ShoRTS oUt and zaps me.

AlMOSt as ThOugh he's StaRtled, ArCheR puLls BacK aNd drops thE wire. "ThaT hUrT," I SnAp aS I glaRE at him. He CoCks HiS heAd to tHE side aGain. I'M not SuRe IF he'S confusED, oR JUst sTaRiNg at Me. WHeN his hAnd rEAchEs out agAin, I reallY stARt to PaNiC. "Don't toUch me, Archer. PlEaSe don't toucH mE agAin."

I'm bEGGing, but I Don't care. My eyes squeeze shUT as his hAnd Moves ClosEr. Don't scrEam. don't scReaM. i hold mY body rIgid, wAiTinG FOr the ASSaUlt, BuT all I feel iS ICe aGainsT mY cheEk. My eyeS snap open when it vanISheS, hoping he's lefT, buT insTEAd, i seE HiM StaNdINg
 to come into the circle o f equipmen t, Ag ent  Mo rt on a sksme to do thing s  lik e have the ghost movearoun do r tr y  t o int eract w i th s ome th in g,ev e ry one b ehi nd thescenes get s e xc ited and nod s  a nd takes n ote s while I st aystuckin  th i s cha ir.  I'mgettin g  tired  of the w ho l e thin g  aftert h re e ho urs, but before I ca n  ask if we'realmost  d o ne , the  on e ghost Idi dn'tw ant tos ee t o day steps into vi ew.

"No, n o , n o, no,  n o," I star t whi sp e rin g frantical ly.In my hea d I'mb eggingh im to g o away , t o j ustd is ap pea rf ora  w hil e . A s if hekn ow s exa ctly w h a t I' m a skin g for , he cocks hi s h eadt o t he si de an d ig no res m e.

He ads s na p up as one ofthecameras f rit ze s o ut  with a popand  pu ff of s moke. S o met hi n g st arts beeping as he  c r o ss es intothe ci r cl e. Thanks t othe  mon i t ors s tuck al l over m e, I'm su re  they c an  all s ee  my  pu lse s k yroc keting .

"Echo , wha t 's going on?"A gent Morton a s ks . 
I want  to  answer him , bu t  I p ress my sel f  into  theba c ko f my chair when Arc he r keep s com ing toward me . "Go away , p lease,"I be g  h i m, which seems  to b e the exac t  wrong t hingto say.
A blasto f  cold hi tsme.  Fr ost b eg ins to form o n theri m of th e h alf-dru nkgla ssofwa ter someo ne broug ht  m ean  ho ur ag o , then s pr ead sout  bene a th his  insu bsta nt ia l  fe et as w e ll . Onebl ur ry a rmre aches  for w ard . I wan t to scre am, butIke ep my m outh shut asti ghtly as I  c an.  He do e s n't touc h me, but he touches on e  of the  wi res c onne cted to m e a nd I y elp as itshorts  outan d z a p s me. Al mos tas thoughh e 'sstart le d, A rcher p ulls back and drop s  th e wire. "That  hu rt," I  s nap as I g la r e a t him. He cocks h is head to  t h eside again .  I' mnot sur e if he 's co n fused,or just s taring at  m e. W h e n h is hand re aches ou t again,I  real l ystart  to  panic ."Do n't t ouch m e , A rcher . Plea se  don't  touc hme again ."

I'm begging, but Idon'tcare.  My  eyes squ eez e  sh ut as his  han d moves cl ose r.Don't  sc r eam.Don' t  s cre a m. Ihold my body r i gi d,w a it ing for the a s sau lt, b uta ll I f eelis ice against my cheek. My eyes  sna p ope n w h en i tvanishes, hopi nghe ' s  left, b ut  instead, I  see him  s t andin g
 to_come into_the circle of equipment,_Agent Morton_asks_me to_do_things like have_the ghost move_around or try to_interact with something,_everyone_behind the scenes gets excited and nods and takes notes while I stay stuck_in_this chair._I'm_getting_tired of the whole thing_after three hours, but before_I can_ask if we're almost done, the one ghost_I_didn't want to_see today steps into view.

"No, no, no, no, no,"_I start whispering frantically. In my_head I'm begging_him_to_go away, to just_disappear for a while. As if_he knows exactly what I'm asking_for, he cocks his head to the_side and ignores me.

Heads snap up_as one of the cameras_fritzes out_with a pop and puff_of smoke. Something_starts beeping_as he crosses_into the circle. Thanks to the_monitors stuck all_over me, I'm sure they can_all_see my pulse_skyrocketing.

"Echo,_what's_going on?"_Agent Morton asks.

I_want_to answer_him,_but I press myself into the_back_of my chair when Archer keeps coming_toward me. "Go away,_please,"_I beg him, which_seems to be the exact_wrong thing to say.

A blast of_cold hits_me. Frost_begins to form on the rim of the half-drunk glass of_water someone brought me an hour_ago, then spreads out_beneath his_insubstantial_feet as well._One_blurry arm_reaches forward. I want to scream, but_I keep_my mouth shut as tightly as_I can. He doesn't_touch_me, but he touches one of_the wires connected to me and_I yelp as it shorts_out_and_zaps me.

Almost as though he's_startled, Archer pulls back and drops_the wire. "That_hurt," I snap as I glare at_him._He cocks his head to the_side_again. I'm not sure if he's_confused,_or_just staring at me. When_his hand reaches out again, I_really start to panic. "Don't touch me, Archer. Please_don't touch me_again."

I'm begging, but I don't_care._My_eyes squeeze shut as his hand moves closer. Don't scream._Don't scream._I hold my_body rigid, waiting for the assault, but all I feel_is ice against my cheek. My eyes_snap open when it vanishes, hoping he's left, but instead, I_see him standing