depressed the button, dim lighting came to life but flickered occasionally, probably due to faulty wiring. “Luck is on our side, Scully.”

Peering around the interior, Mulder could make out large objects indicating a sofa and perhaps a table. “Let’s see if someone’s still paying the electric bill.” Fumbling around the dark, his fingers sought an ancient push button light switch he swore was located near the entrance. Once he +

A gust of wind propelled a good deal of slush through the open doorway, so Mulder hurried to shut it behind him, which had the immediate effect of muffling the growing windstorm outside. “It’s been abandoned for the better part of a decade.” He used his hands to brush moisture off his coat. +

to work with his lock picks. It took a few tries before the familiar click of the inner workings shifting meant he had succeeded. Mulder pulled open the door, grinned at Scully in anticipation, and made a sweeping gesture to indicate she should go first. “After you.”

“C’mon, Scully, you haven’t even heard the story yet.” Mulder fumbled for his lock picks in his pocket and extracted them. “Give it a chance to soak in the atmosphere of the place, and you might change your mind.” He focused on the ancient lock, scraping a bit of ice from the surface before going +

ominous building. Though dilapidated, it maintained some of its original character.

“Ghost stories are best shared in a spooky setting.” Mulder shot his partner a look and made an “oooo” sound fitting for a scary tale. “This will all be worth it when we capture definitive proof of the paranormal.” They trudged forward in the snow leaving a path of boot prints that led toward the +

You’re on. Dress appropriately, Scully. And don’t forget the ecto goggles.

Hallucinations? See, I remember that night very differently. A pair of powerful puckish ghosts were free entertainment. Admit it. It was a night you’ll never forget.

Listen, Scully, I gotta live up to my reputation.