“It’s fucking spooky in here at night,” Walker says. He’s pacing around the library, trailing a hand along the shelves and letting his fingers roll over the spines of different books. “You couldn’t turn some lights on or something?” “Don’t do that,” Austin says. He’s sitting at the same table he ate lunch at, waiting. “And I wasn’t planning on it. I was thinking maybe it’ll be easier to lure the ghost out if it’s dark and quiet in here.”
walker is SUCH a dick