Two
Whatever touched me in the nursery didn't mean any harm, but it still charges me with enough energy to get the hell out of there and downstairs. Maybe I can convince Seth to venture upstairs. I bet he'd catch high readings.
At the bottom of the stairwell, Seth is talking. His show voice booms loudly, showing far more enthusiasm than I've heard in weeks. Trav is walking around with him, so is the minimal film crew. Seth has a meter in his grasp, reading the room for paranormal activity, and I do my best to stay out of the way. Small beeps ping off the walls, detecting a supernatural presence.
When they spin around, I dodge out of the camera's view and hide in the nook by the stairs. They don't stop to glance at me, instead continue up the stairs where the readings crackle to life.
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