I still hear the humming. From the moment we stepped into that horrible factory, it's been growing louder and louder at all hours of the day. I can't sleep, I can't think... I can't escape it because it is coming from within my own head. I can feel its vibrations echoing off my skull, calling me, compelling me to... to do what?  I've been at this ridiculous ghost hunting schtick for so many years and not once have I ever found any true, undeniable evidence of the paranormal. I thought I'd lost all my faith, but no matter which way I look at that picture, at that whole night, I cannot explain what it was. When I close my eyes all I can see is that haunting figure. That man, the ghost of a man who's still alive. How? How did I see him?  Something is wrong, I can feel it as if it's in my very soul. Like an itch, hives that reach deeper than the skin down to my bones. I think I must have angered some force beyond this life and now I must live with the knowle...