Teague nodded. He wasn't scared about finding bones or anything like that. Even if they were human bones, even if they were the bones of a child, it would be more tragic to him than scary. He already knew three kids had died here, and that made him more sad and willing to help than it made him frightened. Children were innocent. And the first ghost seemed willing to help.
He hefted the camera onto one shoulder and carried the light with his other hand, sweeping it into the most area he could, and he waited for Dean to stop him. There was a sound after a few minutes, just a faint sound, but it made Teague stop in his tracks. It was the sound of a girl's laughter and dress shoes hastily running into one of the classrooms up ahead.