7 p.m.

Madison had set up her laptop to meet Aidan. Soon enough, he appeared on the screen. He was in his mid-forties and came across as deadly serious, yet friendly at the same time.

"Good evening, Miss Greenwood. How are you doing?"

"Hanging in there," Madison said with a nervous chuckle. "What about you?"

"I'm fine," Aidan replied. 

"You said my video was one of the most convincing ones you ever saw?" Madison questioned.

"Yes, I did say that. Now, has anything else happened since then?"

Madison swallowed. She did not record the laptop slamming shut or the microwave's weird numbers. Still, did she want to take what she witnessed to her grave? 

"Well... not long after the face appeared in the picture, my laptop started making these tapping noises before slamming shut. And just a few hours ago, my microwave displayed the numbers 1-8-1. I was in another room when that happened."

"Did you get these on video?"

"No, I didn't. I wish I did."

Aidan furrowed his brow. "Interesting." He sat there and thought about what Madison described. "I'm not 100 percent sure about this, but I don't think these are random."

Madison looked puzzled. "What do you mean by that?"

He cleared his throat and said, "Sometimes, a spirit is trying to communicate with you. These occurrences seem to have some kind of meaning. Why did your microwave specifically say 1-8-1?

Madison thought about it for a second. "Well, now that you mention it, 1-8-1 reminds me of the I-81. Someone probably died on it recently. But... why is this happening to me?"

"That I don't know," Aidan answered. "The world works in mysterious ways, as they say." He then asked, "Do you have any more questions?"

"No. I think that's it for now."

"I see. Well, take care."

"Goodbye." 

The meeting ended at that point. Madison decided that she had enough paranormal crap for now. She needed to go out and get wasted beyond belief.