<br/><b>Lisa Morgan</b><br/><br/>Lisa wasn't happy about going into the house. She could admit it, the place spooked her. Still, she needed the money, she needed the footage, and she needed something to make her more than "Lisa Morgan, chick on a failed ghost hunters show". So she walked in, shuddering slightly. Her camera roamed the house, and the various expressions on the folks entering. It was good to have something between her and the action - she was a filmmaker now, and the filmmaker is always fine. Lisa shook her head, laughing at herself despite her unease. of course she was fine! Spooky old houses don't hurt people, they just draw tourists and crazies wanting to see "ghosts". Still, she kept close to the others for now - she didn't want to be alone here, however much sense splitting up might make. And it did make sense - it would let her set up some haunting action without some annoying moralist trying to tell her they were looking for real ghosts, and it would keep any snide comments from getting onto her tape. She frowned fiercely, glaring at nothing in particular. Who did these folks think they were, anyways? They had been nothing but rude, so far.