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I was tossing around in a restless sleep in an unfamiliar bed and unfamiliar room. Images flashed through my head. Fleeting. Terrifying. Taunting. There was a feeling that something was chasing me, but my legs turned to jelly when I tried to run. There. A doorway. I reached for the door handle, but it wouldn't budge. Then, a presence of evil behind me. It was the one keeping me there. It wanted me. It wanted my soul. It wanted to possess me. But I wouldn't let it--

I awoke abruptly to the sound of something heavy crashing to the ground. Panting, I sat up and looked over to the other bed in the hotel room. The nightlight shone enough for me to see that the covers were hanging off of the side and a foot was sticking up. I blinked in sleepy-eyed confusion until I realized what had happened.

"You OK, Kris?" I asked the other girl. The foot came down and then Kris's head appeared over the top of the mattress. I couldn't help but laugh. She looked sheepishly at me and then started to get up.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just not used to sleeping on a twin," she said. I glanced over at the clock. 4:30.

"Get some sleep and try not to fall this time, you klutz," I teased. Kris stuck her tongue out and settled back into her bed. I lay staring up at the ceiling trying to fall back asleep.

Anyway, I should introduce myself. My name is Felina Castillo. I'm 23, and I've been with TAPS for a while now. I first met Jason, Grant, Brian, and Steve about three years ago when they had come to investigate my aunt's house in Cranston. I had been part of a local ghost hunting group at the time, and TAPS let me join in on some of the investigation. After that, we kept in touch and eventually they asked me to join TAPS. They became a second family to me.

When I'm not with TAPS, my cousins Britta, Angela and I run our own fashion shop called Tres Chicas. We were always flipping through fashion magazines growing up together, so naturally Britta designs her own dresses, I make jewelry, and Angela, who's pretty good with photography, takes care of advertising and is even the editor of a local (you guessed it) fashion magazine that sometimes features our merchandise.

Right now we were doing an investigation in a Texas residence. The owners had been experiencing cold spots and seeing shadows moving across the wall. It had been an overall interesting case with a lot of personal experiences. We certainly got a lot of isolated cold spots, which Tango kept complaining that they were hovering around his butt. We totally got video of Steve trying to feel around for the cold spot and having to actually put an EMF detector to Tango's butt. A hot 5.8, baby!

A sudden knock at the door woke me up. Grumbling, I got up and opened it to see Steve and Tango. I glared in a sleepy sort of way. They both smirked at the sight of me.

"Hey, sleepyhead, you and Kris wanna grab some breakfast before we start on work?" Steve asked. I yawned.

"Sure. We'll be out in a few." I shut the door in their faces and grinned when I heard them making comments at me through the door. I went and jumped on Kris's bed. She groaned in protest and tried to hide under the blankets. "Come on! Wakey, wakey! If I have to get up, so do you!" I threw the blankets off of her and then went to take a shower. I could hear Kris still mumbling sleepily. I blinked and then stuck my head out of the bathroom.

"Did you just call me Professor?!"

After breakfast we headed back to the hotel for analysis. Steve had a stack of sugary pancakes for breakfast, so it didn't make analyzing any easier for the rest of us.

"Hey, Felina." Poke.

"In a minute," I said. I finished the piece of audio I was listening to and marked down the time.

"Felina." Poke. I ignored Steve and kept writing.

"Hey, Fee!" Poke, poke. I took the tape out of the player and put it back in its case.

"Felinaaaaa!" Poke, poke, poke, poke—

"WHAAAT?!" I yelled, making Kris and Tango jump. Steve just looked at me, unfazed.

"Can I borrow a pen?" I did a classic "headdesk" maneuver. This was gonna be a looong day.

"Hey guys, what have you got for us?" said Grant. Grant and Jason came to stand behind us at the table.

"Well, we've got a few clips and EVP's we'd like to show you," said Steve. "The first one is sort of for laughs. Me and Tango were following a cold spot. I'll let it just speak for itself."

Steve and Tango slowly moved their arms about the room, trying to find the cold spot that had been in the room.

"0.2…0.3…Oh, it jumped up to 2.1," Steve said, reading the EMF detector. He reached his hand out. "Right here. Oh, wait, it moved."

Tango suddenly jerked his hips forward.

"Dude! It just got really cold on my ass!" he whispered. Steve turned to look at him.

"Are your pants on?"

"Dude, I'm serious! My ass is totally freezing!" Tango put both of his hands on his rear end.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," said Steve, holding the EMF detector over Tango's butt. "4.5…5.1…5.8…dude…your ass is haunted."

Jason and Grant were rolling in laughter.

"That's classic," Jay said in between bouts of laughter.

"I can see it now," said Grant. He drew his finger across his chest as if writing something. "'Tango got EMFed by Steve and all I got was this lousy T-shirt.'" We all laughed.

"Moving on now…the next few pieces of evidence I think are gonna be pretty hard to debunk." Steve played the next video clip and Jason and Grant leaned in to get a better look.

"What the frig?"

To be continued…