Once they were there at the bench, Riley set the basket right in the middle betwixt the two of them and then twitched the blanket back so that the carefully wrapped sandwiches could be revealed. He glanced upward then at the question, one brow raised as he considered it. "I believe that evil exists, though often times the shape of it varies far and wide." he would not discredit the idea of real manifestations, but he had not come across any.

Certain there was no holding up the rosary that he wore tucked just underneath his sweater, a mark of his faith.

"I have long since determined that just because I do not have proof of it, does not mean that it doesn't exist. The hall is haunted, though I have never seen nor heard the ghost-- there are too many accountings of similarities for me to discredit paranormal activity."