<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/Ririfinal1_by_vactuart-d9pkdvm.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Lakresha Price<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS843-0710<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Occult Historian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall -> Basement 8:15 PM<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Angel, Riley<br/><hr/><br/>"Hey, don't talk like that. As long as we're together, nobody's token. Worst case, only one of us bites it first."<br/><br/>Where<em>were </em>the stairs down? Beside the balcony stairs is where she expected to find them, but she circled all around the commons and had nothing to show for it but a shrug. "She did say basement, right? Don't tell me I'm hearing things. Maybe it's like a campus rumpus room, with stairs outside?" Lakresha sat with her phone a minute to puzzle this out. Didn't especially want to look the fool circling around the bushes looking for a basement that didn't exist. "Gamma Rho Lambda<em>does </em>have a basement," she was able to conclude. "A<em>secret </em>basement. Oh, my folks would get a kick out of that. I have to admit that's neat."<br/><br/>A little longer nose down in her phone. Out of habit, she reached for a cup of coffee that wasn't there, in the ritual of her research. "Right." The screen faded nearly black, and the spooky sounds of a haunted house B side played tinny on the half-millimeter speakers. "I grabbed one of those paranormal detector apps. Turns any night capable phone camera into a lens to the unknown world, it says. Five out of five stars so far, this music is-"<br/><br/>A shrill digital scream, and the a pixelated ghost face filled the screen. Lakresha dropped her phone like it was on fire.<br/><br/>"Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Zero stars. Next." By miracle, it was still working. A second app on the burgeoning paranormal investigation category pulled up. The highest rated, rather than the first she saw. This one didn't have the eerie music. She viewed Riley through the lens to see if it was working, then Angel. "Oh, nuts. I think I see kind of a ripple. Take a look." Placing a lot of trust in her sisters not to be as accident-prone as she was, she passed it around. "Do you see it? Try over here." Lakresha stood bravely in the spot where she'd last seen the ripple. She couldn't see it now with just her human eyes, but her tiny hairs stood on end. Her fingers wiggled tight at her sides.<br/><br/>There was something this way. Something in the mud room. It was pulsing in a way that couldn't be just pretend. Though cubbies and cabinets which were the sovereign space of senior sisters surrounded her, she could not turn back. Lakresha rooted in hat boxes and unloaded shoes under the vague directions of her teammates. Fingered the only hook not host to a coat. Opened the umbrella wardrobe. Knocked on the back panel.<br/><br/>Her heart jumped. Something knocked back.<br/><br/>Lakresha was softly panting, white-knuckled as she copied the rhythm.<em>Tap tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap. </em>And with a little dust, the panel slid aside. There was the kind of basement access a family might use to wait out the holocaust. Lakresha clutched the zipper of her catsuit with both hands. She turned to Angel. "Yyyyou go first."<br/>