Stairs had always been the bane of David's existence. He had never been an athletic type, that was more his brother's forte; he'd always been the first one tired in gym class. All things considered, he had always thought of himself as a pretty lousy boy… as far as stereotypes went, anyway. Right now, he wasn't really having issues with it. Maybe, he figured, it was because he'd never been properly motivated before.
Either way, he was eternally thankful for it as he took the steps two-by-two. There were so many though. History told him that it was all but inevitable that his motivation would give way and he would either have to stop and take a breather or go tumbling down the stairs. His vote went to the latter.
He'd walked up about a-hundred-and-fifty steps – counting steps was a good way to pass ghost-free time, anyway – and there was still nothing on his reader. He'd read somewhere a long time ago that the Statue of Liberty had over three-hundred-and-fifty steps or something like that. He was only three-sevenths of the way there. And it was about then that he noticed the fatigue setting in. But he had to keep going. All the action would be at the top, he reminded himself and lifted his leg again to keep on trucking.
A little further and his EMF reader made a "tick." David's eyes shot down to the machine, and he was revitalized. He knew it. The closer to the top, the more he'd find!
So immersed was he in his sudden findings that the sound of a human voice from behind him made him jump. He whirled around and almost lost his footing on the step he stood on, throwing his hand out to balance on the wall and keep standing.
It was a person. Just a person. He took a steadying breath and looked at them – her – then shrugged a shoulder. "Ghost hunting," he said seriously. He'd long since given up pretending to be anything other than what he was, and had taken to just being honest when people asked him questions like that. "I'm almost positive there are some spirits living up here."