<b>Lisa Morgan</b><br/><br/>Lisa was sulking. She had been sulking most of the bus ride, sunglasses firmly pushed up her face, looking out the window and firmly sat as far from everyone as possible. What the hell makes a bunch of low rent psychic con artists and religious nuts think they can snicker and look down at her? At least she'd made something of herself! None of them looked like the damn Buddha, so what've they got against making some money on the side.<br/><br/>To be fair, only a couple had been obvious about it - but she'd spent enough time being laughed at in her life to know when she was the odd woman out, and it was pissing her off. The more she thought about it, the madder she got. Just because she'd been on TV! I guess it's easy to stand around and look mysterious when nobody has ever heard of you. She shrugged, discreetly filming anything interesting she saw out the window. She could narrate over it later. She'd have to play nice with the rest of the gang later, if only to set them up for the documentary... who knows, maybe a few of them won't be total wankers. Maybe she could even scare the pants off that jerk of a priest with some special effects later.<br/><br/>Arriving at the house, she waited for the others to unload so she could film herself walking out through the empty bus, telling the camera how excited she was for the upcoming adventure. She made sure to hide it before getting off though - she was feeling self conscious, oddly out of sorts. It only got worse as she looked at the house, some kind of instinctive dread welling up inside her. What if they just spent the whole time making fun of her? What if she didn't get any useable footage? What if this ruined her career?  What if there was something (evil in there) wrong with the house, and she got hurt? Old mansions are dangerous... it certainly looked dangerous. Lisa fidgeted, feeling nervous, and finally pulled out her camera and held it in front of her, filming the place. She felt ridiculous, after all the talk of her TV past, but putting something between herself and the house felt right. She was going to get that money, and even if the film turned out a bust, it would be good press to say she had been there. She shivered, unconsciously, breathing heavily as she watched her new temporary home warily, ready to head inside. After someone else, of course, had shown it was safe.<br/><br/>