After All This Time

Outside the door of the last room that he had yet to check, he flexed his fingers, feeling suddenly very nervous. His encounters with ghosts always left bitter spots on his memory, and he had a hard time shaking those off. There were times he got too ill to even get up after communicating with ghosts, because it left him mentally exhausted. There was a time he ended up at the hospital, and that is the reason why Zhang Long worried so much about the 'things; disturbing him. 

With a deep breath, he carefully turned the knob of the door and let it slide open. It creaked all the way before hitting the wall, swaying in position. The room, unlike the others, didn't have a window in it. It was dark as he entered.