Avery heard his EMF shrieking but didn't stop to pinpoint a proper reading. He felt a blend of terror and glee, pure excitement at having gotten a reaction, but shit, he wasn't staying here to be murdered by a ghost. Another door slammed behind him, and he grabbed up his stuff and pelted for the door, shooting out into the night and not stopping until they were back to the car. Only then did he stop and drop his bag, breathing heavily and pacing back and forth.
"Oh shit, holy shit, it was real, it was fucking real-"