The Haunting at Kravis School of Fine Arts

* This could mean big things for yoooou! You know these studios are always looking for more female talent front and center. You show a little dramatic flair and who knows?… You might be lead on the spin-off to this piece of crap. *

"No offense, but I don't think Leigh has the emotional range to cry, let alone on command. I think if we need any emotion it should be fear. Shall we check out Alice's room then? Maybe we'll find something spooooky there." Ricky wiggles his fingers without enthusiasm.

Professor has been hovering next to the door for a while now, waiting impatiently for the others to finish filming the filler. He grimaces at Leigh proposing that he says something about Alice, shaking his head at the suggestion. "I did not know her. I was also under the impression that she wasn't real, at least from what the rumour mill among the teachers was talking back then - something about a cover-up story and a made-up student to serve as a scapegoat?" Narcissus frowns, distinctly uncomfortable. "But I never had especially strong connections with anyone here, so I might be plainly wrong."

"Yeah I remember those rumors going around," Leigh agrees with the professor. "But I knew her. She was real. Maybe saying she wasn't was some kind of double-coverup or some shit." She shrugs it off, then looks at Vonsham with a frown. "Anyway, I'm not getting in front of the camera by myself. So if you want me to talk, I'll have someone else there." She throws a glare at Ricky. "And it's not going to be that creep."

Ricky looks over both his shoulders as Leigh is clearly talking about someone standing behind him. Not seeing anyone he asks, "Do you sense a presence behind me?"

That presence us probably going to be the ghost our careers and paychecks if something "paranormal" doesn't happen soon... Joe quipped as he walked past the Dutch Medium and the camera operator. Does this hallway look slanted to you guys or is that just me? he took a few fumbling steps down the hallway before righting himself. Hand on the wall, Joe sashayed down the dim hallway stopping in front of the graffiti on the door that presumably belonged to Alice, Oh, hey! I didn't know my ex-wife went to this college! he flashed an amused smile towards the others as he ran his hand over the crudely chiseled words on the door.

"Pretty sure it's against the contract to show up to work drunk," Leigh commented dryly. "But I won't tell if you don't."

She ignores Joe's ex-wife quip and opens the door, peeking inside. "Oh wow, this is kinda creepy," she says. She closes the door again and readies her camera. "One of you open that. I'll film you go in and explore the room."

"You need to sit down?" Justin asks Glickmann, with a friendly but slightly-too-hard clap on the back.

Deniability…

"My grand-pappy always needed a breather after a short walk. I ended up buying him one of those mobility scooters with the pay cheque from seasooon… three, I think it was!"

Ricky yawns noticeably. "Fascinating story. Now, as the host, you should be the one to open the door, don't you think?"

"Just making sure that Grandpa Joe here is okay!" he says with a self-satisfied shrug!

Then he centers himself in the door, hiding the terrible scratchings for a grand reveal. He nods to Leigh, and then starts:

"Alright, folks…" he says, in a conspiratorial whisper. "We’re here." he motions with his hand to the door, but doesn’t turn his body. "Outside the dorm which they say belonged to Alice. THE Alice."

He looks apologetic then; dramatically so. He puts his hands together, and then looks pleadingly to the camera:

"What I’m about to show you, I…" he stops up short. "I… Well, sensitive viewers might want to look away now." he says, and then quick as a flash, he turns his body to the side, revealing the grisly shrine of threats.

"As you can see… The students here, and maybe even some faculty, had some very choice words for the girl. Inside, well… we’re going to take a peek behind the curtain. Was Alice a vile killer, hell bent on making other suffer? Or will we find just an ordinary room, like you or I might have had?

What do you think, Joe? You went to college 5, maybe 6 decades ago? You remember your dorm room?

Let’s take a peek inside, shall we?" he says, putting a hand to the door, turning it and pushing the door inwards, leaving space for Leigh to bring the audience inside for that first sweeping shot.

Leigh just barely manages to keep the camera steady despite her dramatic eyeroll. As Justin keeps droning on, she turns the lens towards Joe, hoping for a proper response to Justin's comment to shut the annoying face of the show up.

Oh, I probably remember more of my college career than you do of yours... Joe slid past into the room, swooping under the bigger host's arm before Leigh can pan through. What community college did you drop out of again? he asked, a smirk firmly on his face.

In a snap, he put on his 'show face' and mugged for the camera, Alice, Alice, Alice... What do we have here? Joe spread his arms and spun around to theatrically present the creepy room to the potential at-home audience. Real room for a real person Or an elaborately staged fake for a phantom scapegoat? Hm? Let's take a look and let you, Dear Viewer, decide for yourself... He turned dramatically back to JMoney,You probably spent most of your two years in college in the girls dorm,J, tell us how this compares to your experiences?

* Now, now! Play nice. We are all very proud of Justin for getting his life back on track and completing the 12 Steps, aren’t we? *

Ricky feels in his element. "Oh, Alice is real alright. I can feel her presence in here. It's strong. Like her spirit has been residing here since her death, marinating the room in spiritual ectoplasm. Its strongest near the bed." Ricky walks over and waves his hands over the bed. "Yes, here. She was here very recently."

"Oh, oh," Leigh suddenly calls out, an idea jumping into her head. "Ricky, lie down and get possessed by her or some shit." She grins. "It'll make for a great show and maybe we can then have Justin knock you out with that vase over there." She winks at Justin as she adds in a sarcastic tone, "Just for show, of course."

"If it were anyone else, I'll warn you against lying on a floor of a college dorm, but I'm sure Mr. Dutch Wizard is immune to whatever nasty infection he'll probably catch from it." Professor comments haughtily from where he is leaning against the hallway wall. He seems disinclined to step into the room for whatever reason, and only continues to derisively eye the surroundings while avoiding getting caught in the frame. "You might as well go lick that stain and proclaim that it's blood like some B-movie detective."

"Not the floor, dummy," Leigh says, turning her camera to Vonsham for no other reason than to annoy him. "On the bed. Where the presence is." Keeping the lense trained on her former professor, she adds, "Though, honestly, if I'm going to film a man doing things in bed, there's better options here than Ricky."

"That may be, but at least I am an option. You couldn't get in a man's bed with an invitation." Ignoring her insults, Leigh makes sense. Ricky walks over to the bed and lies down on his back, hands clasped on his chest. After a dramatic amount of time has passed, he says, "I feel something in the room. And not just the stare of death of our camerawoman."