“Remind me again what we’re doing here?” Asked David.
They were standing in an open field in the middle of the night. The lights of the city encircled them, a distant glow on the edge of their vision.
“We’re hunting ghosts.” Mitch said as he spread his things out on a patch of dirt.
“Oh, right. So a worthwhile use of my time.”
Mitch shot him a disapproving look.
“David, we’re standing on the grave of one of the grandest structures in Memphis history: the Mall of Memphis.” Mitch was starting into a lecture, David hated when he lectured. “Which, at the time of it’s demolition was the largest mall in American history to die.”
David scrunched up his nose, he had a bad feeling about where all of this was going.
Mitch continued, “If traumatic deaths can make the spirits of mortals linger in a place…why not the spirits of physical things?”
“Like you want to seance a Betamax player or a pair of acid washed jeans or something?” David had a nightmarish vision of haunted children’s toys trying to kill them.
“No, nothing so small,” whispered Mitch. “I want to talk to the ghost of a building.”
The Mall of Memphis was shuttered on Christmas Eve of 2003, and demolished shortly there after. At the time, it was the largest enclosed mall to fail in US history. There’s little more than an open field between a neighborhood and a Taco Bell to ever mark that it was ever there.