*kshhhk*
Television static flickers before an image fills the screen.
"Are we rolling?" Says an attractive blonde woman to someone behind the camera.
Her wavy blonde hair drapes beautifully over her shapely shoulders. A yellow tank top reveals her ample cleavage boosted by a push up bra, and frayed denim hotpants cap a pair of long, smooth legs that extend past the bottom of the frame.
"Yes! I counted you down! Just go! Just go!" whispers an offscreen voice.
The woman gathers her composure, stands up extra straight pushing her chest out towards the camera, and grips her microphone with both hands in front of her generous bosom.
"Hi, Stephanie Stevenson. We're here at the old Barclay house here in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. The legend goes that back in the 1800s, a madam operated a brothel out of this house and it is now haunted by the ghosts of people who died while having sex! Come with me as we explore the Barclay Brothel!" She says with enthusiastic zeal.
"How was that?" Again addressing the man behind the camera.
*Kzzshk*
A flash of static before another image appears.
The blond woman shakes her hair out gently to position it just how she wants it, her eyes fixed at a spot behind the camera. After a brief pause she resumes earnestly speaking to the camera.
"This is one of the bedrooms here at the Barclay Brothel. I wonder what went on in here." She says with an exaggerated wink.
"The story goes that a man in this very room had a heart attack right before he could orgasm, and now he can sometimes be seen laying on this bed, futilely thrusting at the air, never achieving the satisfaction he was denied at the end of his life."
"The story doesn't say that!" The annoyed whisper comes in again.
"Whatever Brian, I'm spicing it up, making it more interesting for the viewers. Sex sells you know." She retorts with a smirk and a bounce, her breasts jiggle pleasingly.
"Ugh, whatever. Let's move to the next sho-"
He is interrupted by several streams of viscous white goo erupting out of nowhere just to the right of Stephanie's head. The mysterious liquid sticks to her face, drawing several pearlescent lines from the left side of her forehead, between her eyes, down to her right cheek.
"Oh my god! Ectoplasm!" She exclaims excitedly. "Did you get that Brian? Did anything show up on the camera?"
"I got it but it came out of thin air!"
The camera feed switches to thermal vision, the stripes of ghostly material are noticeably warmer than Stephanie's face.
"Lucy, anything on the recorders?" He says.
A third voice pipes up, another woman off camera. Her voice is deeper than Stephanie's with a mild vocal fry.
"We got something! Let me isolate it and play it back."
*KsshhzzshsFUUUUshUUUUzUUUkshUUUUUCKshzzhsh"
"Did that sound like...?" Brian trails off.
*kzzshshzk*
Static punctuates another scenery change.
The image is black and white indicating night vision. Stephanie can be seen from behind moving through a dark corridor as the camera follows along behind her.
*Slap*
Stephanie partly turns her head to look back and says in a low but earnest voice.
"Briannn. Aren't you filming?"
"Yes I'm filming. Why, what happened? I didn't do anything."
"You didn't smack my ass just now?" She stops walking and turns, looking at Brian behind the camera quizzically.
"No, is this more activity? Lucy? Anything on your end?"
"Nothing over here."
"Something just squeezed my boob!"
"Describe what you're feeling Steph, I'm gonna see if anything shows up on the thermal view."
"Ooh." Her hand that isn't holding the microphobe rushes to her waist "Mmmm. Definitely feeling the presence of several, um, entities, in this hallway."
The camera switches from hazy night vision to thermal. The orange silhouette of Stephanie's curvaceous body is leaning against the wall of the corridor. Several blue masses that look hand-shaped appear to be massaging her breasts, fondling her ass, and one is slipped down the front of her shorts.
"Their fingers are cold but they know what they're doing." Her voice quavers slightly "Oh shit!"
The blue forms on the screen disappear instantly and a door bangs open on its own part way down the corridor.
"They're gone!" She says disappointedly. "I think they want us to go check out that room!"
*Kshshzzkk*
The viscous liquid on Stephanie's face has faded slightly but the ring light above the camera reflects off of its wetness.
"As you can see we're in a new room here. We're actually not quite sure what this room is but we've been lucky with some strong supernatural activity so far so let's check it out!" Stephanie says exuberantly.
The room is sparse, no furniture. One wall is punctuated by several holes, about six inches in diameter, resting at roughly waist height.
"It looks like we can see into the adjacent room through these holes, I wonder what they were used for!"
She crouches down next to the nearest hole and waves with one hand for the camera to get closer. The frame of view jostles as the camera is removed from its tripod and brought down close to Stephanie's face. Her eyebrows are raised in excited curiosity, watching the camera draw near and then turning to peer through the hole at the same time.
Lucy's hand enters the frame from the right holding a small device, an electromagnetic field reader. She places the sensor right under the opening in the wall.
The needle on the display bounces back and forth rhythmically. Small movements at first. It swings to the right quickly, indicating the field is strengthening, then slowly falls to the left. Stephanie watches the needle, enraptured.
