Pete peered around the door, looking into the darkened room. He saw nothing of interest. Except the woman who had been driving him crazy for three days, of course. Heidi stood next to him, hitting a flashlight against her thigh until it finally started working. "Take the camera into that room... I think we may catch something tonight after all." Forever the optimist, she ordered Pete out of the room to go find his own ghost. Yeah right, like that was going to happen.
When he had asked his friend, Nate, for some work to take his mind off of the conflict he'd just left behind, his friend mentioned a television production company. Pete could do this with his eyes shut, Nate had promised. All they did was go around old houses and took lots of photos and video footage. Agreeing to do it, Nate had recommended him to the powers that be. He didn't even need to be interviewed; he was just given his flight details and a hotel reservation. That had been three days ago. Since then he'd been surrounded by a neurotic old woman with a pack of cards and pink hair, a gay medium, a cameraman whose nerves were shot to pieces and a blonde haired, blue eyed parapsychologist who was hotter than any nut should be. And that was just the members of the ‘team’ he made met on this assignment. He took a deep breath and walked into the next room.
"Is there anybody out there?" Now there’s a phrase that was common around here. A noise reminded him of why he was there. If he didn't at least make an effort, Heidi the sex bomb would chuck him out on his ear. That he obviously didn't mind so much—he just wouldn't get another chance at getting into her...
A noise sounded behind him, startling him out of his fantasies. Pete whirled round, camera snapping, expecting one of the A-Team to be behind him. He stared at the figure in front of him that stared back. Pete knew he should lower his camera to see if this was a trick of the light but he suddenly didn't want to know. All he wanted to do was walk away from this screwed up bunch of people and whatever it was that was standing there, looking at him like he was it’s next meal. Was he losing his mind?
Lowering his pride and joy he stared into the darkness. Two eyes were focussed on him and he could just make out the lines of a mouth. This couldn't be real, could it? He'd never believed in this bull shit before, why should he start now? Well, brainiac, maybe because there was some sort of werewolf standing there in front of you? Panic rose up in Pete’s throat and he wondered if he could get to his walkie-talkie. Before he could even think of doing so, the thing moved towards him. Pete stepped to the side, realising that it was blocking the only way out of the room. It jumped at the same time Pete went to lunge past. The last thing he noticed was the gleam of its white teeth. Crap.
