Abby takes a moment to fiddle with the settings on the camera. She tries to get the thing to focus on the swirling shape coalescing on the ceiling, but the piece of machinery is having trouble honing in on the ghost.
Half a second is all she has: The camera focuses and the woman snaps a shot. The camera bloops, and saves the photo to her camera roll.
Perhaps sensing that someone had captured its essence on camera, a shriek rings out in the toy section. Your hands go to your ears in unison, as the thing angrily pulls itself through the tear the toy battle had made in reality.
You all see it then: A long, thin proboscis pokes through first, covered in thick, blue slime. One slimy arm pushes through, and grabs ahold of the ceiling. The ghost uses that leverage to pull the rest of its body through.
Abby knows what this ugly sucker is: Your run-of-the-mill Ectoplasmic Apparition. A slimy little sucker, but nothing you shouldn’t be able to handle!
