I really like the way I set this up (if I do say so myself).
Ghost Story
Prompt 035, sixth sense
Upstairs, doors rattle (with every gust of wind). Behind him Reid tenses (with every music cue) and gasps a little (with every sudden noise). Garcia beside him (on the floor) digs her nails into his knee (whenever a ghost comes on screen). Morgan grins (through his own tremor of nerves), holds Garcia's hand and pats Reid's shin. (The popcorn is gone, but they still pass around a Big Gulp of Coke like Morgan and his friends did in high school.)
This is good. It's the first time in a year that he's been scared (without death staring him in the eye).
Four down, 96 to go!
Link to the slightly-smaller-than-medium-sized table of doom.