Screaming in Space

Longström felt a gentle tap on the shoulder. "Er, sir?"

"What is it Jenkins? Can't you..." He turned. "Oh. Mr Chance. Nice to see you're wearing your uniform today."

The shrivelled, and emaciated, figure of the psychic leaned heavily on his wooden stick. Blackened skin around his bloodshot eyes, made it feel like you were talking to a dead thing.

"There is something buried here Captain Longström. I'm glad you heeded my requested stop."

"Indeed Mr Chance. You know as well as I do that I have to. How do you know something's here?

"I can hear it screaming Captain."