<div class="floatright">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/b36a2cbe-7ec2-4a0f-83c1-80b5a9177b34_zps94ff6f9e.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: GranthamLight;">Aislin McCarthy<br/>Main Foyer<br/>Current Inventory: Messenger Bag, Simple Polaroid Camera, Cell Phone, KeyRing, Wallet, Odd Diary, Doll Key, Notebook and Pens.<br/>Current Equipment: Simple Polaroid Camera // Exorcismal Power: Moderately Low<br/>Film Type: Type D Film // Current Film Amount: 29 Shots<br/></span></strong><hr/><br/>"That was... insane." Aislin lowered the camera, her hands shaking noticeably despite her attempts to keep them still.<br/>With a few steadying breaths, she managed to regain her senses and focus. Looking around, she found herself in a large foyer that led off to various hallways. Towards the far end of the foyer, decorated by towering windows on either side was a set of tall, wide double doors that looked as if they led outside.<br/>Gesturing to Cassandra, she pointed towards the doors, "Come on, that looks like the front door. Maybe we can get out of here in one piece."<br/><br/>No sooner had she said it did she discover the front doors were very firmly locked in place with no key in sight. Aislin tried turning the knob every which way but the door simply wouldn't give. What was even more odd was that despite there being a keyhole, there was no deadbolt or any type of hand-turned lock. It was as if the door was only opened on either side by a key, one of which she didn't possess.<br/>"What kind of front door can't be unlocked from the inside?!" Aislin exclaimed with obvious frustration in her tone, slamming her fists against the door in a rage, that still refused to budge even in the slightest way. It was almost as if some strong, unseen force was holding it shut.<br/><br/>Glancing back to Cassandra, Aislin was about to try and formulate some kind of plan when the loud thud of footsteps above her head caught her attention.<br/>Looking up, her brows knit into a worried gaze.<br/>"Seems like there's someone upstairs. Maybe there are others trapped here too?" She suggested, betting on a false hope and ignoring the soft whisper in her ear and the worried twist of her gut that suggested what was upstairs may not be human at all.<br/><br/>"I've got a few shots left in my camera. Do you want to try finding a way upstairs?" She asked Cassandra, already having started to poke around the surrounding area, discovering what looked to be a small coatroom of sorts that proved to be of little use aside from causing her to sneeze up dust every few feet in.<br/><br/>As she backed out of the coatroom, her sleeve caught on a wooden fragment half bent along the door, pulling the fabric on her arm and threatening to tear it. She began to tug, forcefully freeing her arm and knocking into a shelf in the process.<br/>From the shelf fell a small, round bell a few feet from where Cassandra stood, jingling a noticeable tune before coming to a still.<br/><br/>"Nah, shit. Wanna toss that to me, Cassie? I'll put it back where--" Stopping short, she noticed a greyish figure appearing beside Cassandra, staring at the bell near her feet. She was unlike the ghost they'd seen earlier. For one, her clothing was that of modern times, a slim blue dress and flat blue shoes. Her hair seemed an eerie mix of greys and purples, unearthly colours that screamed of unlife.<br/><br/>Instinctively Aislin raised her camera again, ready to shoot if the girl should decide to lunge for Cassie.<br/>Instead, the small girl knelt down, gathering the bell and snapping it into place on a slim silver chain around her neck. Without a word, she sped off, the quiet melody of the bell chiming away with her every ghostly footstep until only the unstill silence of heavy air remained.<br/><br/>"Let's keep moving, I don't want to stand around." Aislin managed to say, her breath a cold and frightened frost that betrayed her stoic demeanor.