Kevin brought his camera back to his shoulder and powered it on. “Let’s check it out,” he said.
Bryan rushed to the kitchen with Kevin hot on his heels. “Holy shit,” Bryan blurted out, looking at Kevin. “Are you getting this?”
On the kitchen table, every laptop that Megan had personally set up had been shut. To add to the bizarre nature of the moment, the stocked cabinets had been opened and emptied, their items arranged in neat rows on the countertops.
“Oh I am,” Kevin said his voice wobbly. “This is bizarre,” he added.
“Ladies and gentleman,” Bryan said, looking at the camera. As he spoke, he moved around the table. “What we are seeing is not the work of anyone on staff. Megan and Sophia are upstairs and Kevin and I were in the living room when a series of noises brought us here into the kitchen. What happened here is truly—”
At that moment, the cabinets slammed shut. Both Bryan and Kevin jumped.
Bryan yelped and clutched his heart.
“Get the digital recorder!” Kevin blurted out. “Hurry, ask questions. Hurry! Hurry!”
Bryan fumbled in his pockets and after some searching retrieved his digital recorder. He switched it on and held it out in front of him. “My name is Bryan, what is yours?” He asked.
Bryan waited several seconds before asking his next question. “Is what you’re doing in this kitchen your attempt at scaring us?”
Kevin backed up two steps and scanned the kitchen with his camera. A man was standing over his right shoulder, a sullen look on his emaciated face. He stood there, silent, unseen. “You’re doing great,” said Kevin. “Keep it up.”
The sullen-faced man vanished.
Bryan asked another question. “Were you one of the unfortunate souls to die in this house? Or are you someone unknown to us?”
Behind Kevin, an old woman walked past the doorway.
“Ask it to make a noise to announce its presence,” Kevin said.
“What more does it need to do?” Bryan wondered aloud.
“Humor me,” Kevin quipped.