Theresa's and Michael's eyes are closed, but Joseph looks around and then at the two of them with surprise.
Kris reaches out and grabs Adam's hand, holds his breath and prays it was just an electrical surge.
The lights flicker again, and this time Kris feels it, the brushing of something against the back of his neck, all the hair on his body suddenly standing straight up. "It's," he warns Adam, squeezing his hand as tight as he can. It's whispering. No, laughing. It's in the bedroom watching them, and Kris stares at the dark doorway, the bedroom door they hadn't bothered to shut hanging open. Was it just his eyes playing tricks, or did the door just swing an inch wider?
"What is it, Kris?" Joseph asks, studying him carefully. "Do you feel something?"
"It's here," Kris says. All eyes open and turn on him, looking for more information. "It's in the bedroom."
"What does it feel like? Can you describe it?"
"Keep your breathing calm," Theresa says in therapist-mode.
"It's." And how can Kris possibly describe it when he can't hear it, can't see it, can't touch it? He just knows.
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Re: Community Rules for Hauntings – Deleted Scene, 3/3
Date: 2011-09-08 04:31 am (UTC)[excerpt from the voodoo seance scene]
The lights flicker.
"What the-" Adam says, suddenly alert.
Theresa's and Michael's eyes are closed, but Joseph looks around and then at the two of them with surprise.
Kris reaches out and grabs Adam's hand, holds his breath and prays it was just an electrical surge.
The lights flicker again, and this time Kris feels it, the brushing of something against the back of his neck, all the hair on his body suddenly standing straight up. "It's," he warns Adam, squeezing his hand as tight as he can. It's whispering. No, laughing. It's in the bedroom watching them, and Kris stares at the dark doorway, the bedroom door they hadn't bothered to shut hanging open. Was it just his eyes playing tricks, or did the door just swing an inch wider?
"What is it, Kris?" Joseph asks, studying him carefully. "Do you feel something?"
"It's here," Kris says. All eyes open and turn on him, looking for more information. "It's in the bedroom."
"What does it feel like? Can you describe it?"
"Keep your breathing calm," Theresa says in therapist-mode.
"It's." And how can Kris possibly describe it when he can't hear it, can't see it, can't touch it? He just knows.
The bedroom door slams shut and everyone gasps.