[ WP ] Sailors have always been a superstitious bunch . In the long stretches of darkness and isolation between stars superstitions still run high . So let 's hear a ghost story from deep space .

`` Tap'' 
 
 He heard the sound again. He'd been out here for over 2 years, in the cold space between the Sun and Proxima Centauri. Outside the ship was nothing but darkness. 
 
 `` Tap'' 
 
 He heard it again. He'd been sent on a mission to investigate a signal from the probes which were sent last century. The probes had detected unusual activity and a breathable atmosphere on the moon of Sieglis-5, one of PC's planets. 
 
 `` Tap'' 
 
 The probes were autonomous and equipped with the best AI. They had arrived after 80 years, but thanks to time dialation, they were as good as new. James was experiencing the same phenomenon now. Every minute for him was a day for the people on Earth. 
 
 `` Tap'' 
 
 His ship held a speed of 95 % of light speed. At this rate he would be there in just under 2 yea- 
 
 `` Tap'' 
 
 James looked up. `` TAL, please open the blinds on west window B on the day-deck.'' The ship's computer complied. He looked out into the darkness. Nothing. `` Please activate exterior lights, TAL.'' The computer complied. James saw a small brown finger-like digit poking in from the side of the window. 
 
 `` Tap''
