**milling around the van**

Jason: Okay, so this place opened as a mental hospital during the late 1800s and closed in the 1940s. Steve has a list of hotspots for cameras.
Bonnie, looking around: Wow, it’s really creepy.
Grant: It sure is…plenty of unexplained activity, too.
Bonnie: Like what?
Grant: People getting pushed, footsteps, someone was slapped and a woman was scratched. There are also claims of shadows and strange growling noises
Jason: So! **claps hands** We ready to get in there?
Bonnie: Well, no, not really…

**later**

[walkie] Jason: Bonnie, where are you?
[walkie] Bonnie: In the van.
Jason: You’re in the van again??
Bonnie: Well, someone has to do it!!
Jason: Go do some EVPs in the basement with Tango.
Bonnie: The…basement?
Jason: Yes, Bonnie, the basement.
[walkie] Grant: It’s dark down there, so remember your flashlight.
Bonnie: I have six.
Grant: I bet you do.
[walkie] Tango: SEVEN–she’s strapping another to her back as we speak.

**later**

Bonnie: I hate basemen—BLEEARGHAARGH!!! **crash crash bang crash**
[walkie] Grant: What was that? You guys alright down there?
[walkie] Tango: Bonnie just face-planted a cobweb.
[walkie] Jason: She okay?
Tango: Probably, I don’t know–there’s a streak of fire on the floor where she Roadrunner-ed back up the stairs. Probably halfway back to the van by now.

**one last crash/scream as Bonnie slams into the big black van that she didn’t see in the darkness**

**later–walking around with cameras and gadgets**

Tango: So this used to be the morgue.
Bonnie: Don’t say that word.
Tango: Why not, that’s what it was–a morgue.
Bonnie: That’s a really lousy word to say in the dark, in an abandoned mental hospital. With cold spots. And growling noises.
Tango: Morgue.
Bonnie: Stop that, you jerk.
Unidentified voice: Morgue.
[walkie] Tango: Bonnie’s about halfway back to the van again, anyone want to investigate the morgue with me?

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