You look at the photo attached to the letter stack.
It’s a couple of children. They don’t look like they could be any older than nine or ten.
ROSIE
SO creepy.
DOTTY
OoOoOoOoO... this place is haaaaaaunted.....
ROSIE
Don't even joke like that, Dotty! It's already scary enough in here. I just want to find Moe and get out.
Dotty snorts as you punch her arm, lightly.
DOTTY
Lighten up. Don't be a wuss.
ROSIE
I'm not a wuss.
DOTTY
Are too.
ROSIE
Am not.
DOTTY
Are too.
ROSIE
Am not!
...?
Are too.
A voice comes from somewhere behind you. It’s muffled, and it sounds like a young child. The air has grown considerably colder very suddenly, and you feel your muscles lock up. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Dotty. She's as still as you are, and she's looking past your shoulder.