"Yeah, never better. I just..." I shrugged, trying to form words around what exactly had made me feel so unsettled at the cemetery. "I keep hearing these static noises and a voice, and...I don't know... It doesn't feel right."

Jacek frowned and crossed his arms, making his muscles flex. "Does this voice say anything in particular or...?"

"'Lovely night.'" The static noise came to me again, sort of like an echo from a great distance. I rubbed at my forehead as if to scour it ...