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“Ready?” Dave asked in a whisper.
“I’m ready.”
Dave squinted in the glare of the flash. “What’s in your hand?”
“The phone.”
He sighed. “Your other hand.”
“Oh. It’s the towel rack from the bathroom,” Oliver said. “I found it on the floor when we cleaned up last night.” He lifted his chin toward the door. “Pull the door open and stand behind it, and I’ll keep recording and be ready to swing.”
“How about I do the swinging?” Dave suggested, approaching and reaching past the phone to tug the bar from his hands. “I played baseball in high school and college.”
Oliver looked at him with a frown. “You did?”
“I did.”
“I didn’t know that, did I?”
“Apparently not.”
“Did you tell me and I forgot?”
The pounding came again and they both jumped as if on cue. Dave held the bar up and approached the door, saying over his shoulder. “We can get into your lack of listening skills later. Let’s find out who’s so eager to get into our room.”
“Right. Yeah. Okay. I’m recording, so whenever you’re ready.”
Dave paused a few feet from the door and adjusted his grip on the bar. He was just going to open the door, no big deal. Just pull it open and step back, ready to swing like he was going for a homer in the bottom of the ninth.
“You got this?” Oliver asked.
“Yep. I got this. No big deal. I’ll just reach out and grab the knob and pull the door open.”
“And start swinging, right?”
Dave glanced over his shoulder. “If warranted, yes, I’ll start swinging. You just focus on keeping the door centered in the camera.”
“Hard to do with you standing there blocking the view.”
Dave shot Oliver a dirty look, then turned back to the door. He blew out a breath, adjusted his fingers on the bar yet again, then took a step forward. The pounding came again, hard enough to rattle the door in the frame and causing Dave’s heart to stutter in time. Drawing in a deep breath, he moved quickly to the door, turned the knob, and pulled it open, holding the towel rack high and ready to swing.
No one waited on the other side.
“What the hell?” Dave stepped outside and looked both ways along the front of the motel.
“There’s no one there?” Oliver asked, still in his spot on the opposite side of the bed from the door.
Dave turned to face the room and gave an elaborate shrug for the camera. “No sign of anyone.”
“Dammit.” Oliver joined Dave outside, both of them looking back and forth as Oliver filmed the empty area. “Think it was the same person who screamed out in the woods yesterday and then messed with our stuff?”
“Person or ghost?” Dave asked with a smirk. “And what about the face outside the window last night?”
Oliver shivered and stopped the video, then crossed his arms tight over his chest. “Good question. I know what I saw though.”
“Hey, I’m not doubting you,” Dave assured him, and put an arm around Oliver’s shoulders. “It’s all related to the face you saw in the window, I’m sure of it.”
“Thanks, I’m glad you believe me.”
