Erin had been in the perfect position to see The Wave: Poltergeist Edition. She looked down at the salt and blinked. ...Well. That was interesting.
She looked up and around, but it wasn't like she could find a 'rational' explanation for something like that happening. She wasn't one of those sad fucks in denial that would try to write it off to being the wind. She'd grown up in a funeral parlor, for fucks sake. She liked to think she knew a frisky ghost when she saw one. Er... well, not saw. Close enough.
"If I did your autopsy and you're pissed, at least I don't eat donuts over the examination table like the last guy."