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Teague Brennan (poetbrennan) wrote in utr_logs,

Teague kept quiet as he peeked around Dean's shoulder with the camera. He could see the cracked and broken mirrors and ballet bar around the room, and the large, floor-to-ceiling windows that let natural light in. He wondered if that was to account for the ridiculous chill in the room, or the fact that they knew the ghost was in there. "Your brother is worried. Can you talk to us? We're not here to hurt you, we're here to help. We need you to do us a big favor and let us know you're here. Make a sound?" He waited for something to happen, and something did. The camera didn't pick it up but he could see it plainly on his own. There was an outline of a girl - somewhere into adolescence, by the height of her - tiptoeing around the room before twirling. He could hear her humming. She then turned to them and bowed like she'd just been in a performance and giggled again before waving. Just the outline, like a shadow without the dark filling, nothing more.