A Camera, A Scientist, and the Devil
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Ace Attorney. All credits go to Capcom, they own the rights to everything. This story was written in response to a challenge posted on the Phoenix Wright Fanfiction Archive that I accepted. Hope y'all enjoy!
Second Disclaimer: I do not own anything affiliated with the movie Paranormal Activity. All credits for that awesome movie goes to Paramount Pictures, they own the rights to everything.
Just to explain this a little bit, this is going to be an Ace Attorney version of the movie 'Paranormal Activity'. It is going to follow the movie storyline almost exactly, with all Ace Attorney characters, and a few minor changes to adhere to the prompt set by the challenge and how I felt additions were necessary.
The television was blaring with a live rock concert, and the speakers were booming with the loud music.
Klavier was fiddling with the video camera, seeing how he looked holding it. The camera started out as a joke to document the daily life of a Gavinner, at Daryan's suggestion, but now it was serving a different purpose.
He was looking down at the screen, seeing how much more battery life the camera had before it would need to be charged, when he heard his cell phone ringing in the kitchen. He walked briskly from the living room into the kitchen, where he left his phone on the counter. His rapid footsteps made an eerie echo through the hallway from the hardwood floor.
Klavier scooped up his cell phone and took the call. "Hey Ema, what's up?.."
Klavier walked out the front door to greet Ema in the driveway as she pulled in. She pulled her electric scooter in next to his Ferrari and she waved as she killed the engine.
"What is that?" She asked him. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Ja, I don't know what you think it is, but whatever it is, it rocks." Klavier chuckled.
Ema smirked. "Scientifically, I think it's a giant camera. What happened to the little handheld? A little more versatile."
Klavier took a step closer, not taking his eyes away from the camera screen. "Are you going to get off your scooter or are you going to just stare at me Fraulein?"
Ema watched Klavier walk backwards, continuing to film her even as she came through the glass front door.
"Fraulein, would you kiss the camera?" Klavier smirked.
Ema scrunched her brow and shook her head. "No, I'm not kissing the camera. I'll kiss you, but I'm not kissing the camera." Ema walked up and pecked him on the lips.
They walked into the living room and Ema looked at the camera curiously. "Turn the screen, I want to see it." Ema walked over to Klavier's side and looked at the camera's feed screen with a bunch of little icons on it. They could see the live feed as Klavier swiveled the camera to survey the entire living room. A large rack of DVD's, various plants, and a leather couch could be seen just in the camera screen alone.
"I think that I'm going to rock with this camera. I wonder if I'll catch any paranormal activity on this. What do you think Fraulein?"
The camera had indeed, started out for a faux documentary, but actually earned a new purpose once Ema started noticing some unexplainable events around the house. Being the scientific mind that she was, conducted all kinds of experiments to debunk these mysteries, but nothing logical came up. So Klavier began to suspect that it was something unexplainable, perhaps something paranormal. Not that he was necessarily a believer in spirits or ghosts, but when nothing logical can explain it, what else could it be?
Ema walked up the stairs to drop her messenger bag off in the bedroom. "Dinner?"
Klavier followed her halfway up the stairs, not taking the camera view off of her. She turned around and saw him filming with a smirk on his face, and she threw a Snackoo at him. "Come on Klavier, seriously." She gave a half joking, half serious pout and she finished climbing the stairs and glanced at him over her shoulder.
"Okay fine, I'll go make dinner." Klavier watched Ema go into the bedroom and shut the door behind her.
Half an hour later...
"Nein, I'm just going to follow whatever happens to us, and whenever some questionable things happen, we will be in a perfect position to capture it for posterity." Klavier explained as he moved about the kitchen, making their dinner of pork chops and vegetables.
"Oh sure, so we can always look back and remember fondly?" Ema rolled her eyes as she sat down at the kitchen island and rested her forearms on the marble countertop.
"Well, I'm hoping that when we capture something on camera, we can figure out what is going on. Because when we know what's going on, we can act in the appropriate scientific manner." Klavier tapped Ema's nose when he said the word 'scientific', making a play on her favorite term.
"And we can go from there." Ema finished.
"And we can take care of it. If it one of those Gavinner fangirls who's still obsessed with the band, we can take care of them." Klavier chuckled. It had been a year since the breakup of the world famous rock band, but despite the time that had passed, fangirls still approached the former rock star on a regular basis.
"Are you doing okay?" Klavier randomly said out loud.
Ema looked over her shoulder questionably as she sipped her soda. "Are you talking to me?"
"Are you doing okay?" Klavier asked again as he walked over to where the camera was sitting on the dining room table, still recording their entire conversation. He crouched down slightly to be at eye level with the camera lens.
Ema's eyebrow went up and she gave a quick chuckle. "Are you talking to the camera? Okay scientifically you're supposed to be in love with me, not the machine..."
Klavier took both their empty plates and walked back into the kitchen to put them in the stainless steel sink.
"Well, we are going to be sleeping with the camera."
Ema did a double take at his last statement. "We're going to what?"
"I'm going to put it in the bedroom." Ema gave him a doubtful glance, giving the 'you keep on thinking that' look as she came back into the kitchen and kissed him on the cheek.
Another half an hour later...
"Test, test, audio test for the camera." Klavier said in a slightly louder than normal voice.
"Scientifically this is the last test right?" Ema glared up at him from the sofa, breaking her gaze from the large forensics textbook perched in her lap.
"Ja, can you please just talk into the camera? Danke."
Ema exhaled an annoyed breath and complied. "Hello Klavier, you're the best boyfriend in the world, except for your strange new fascination for electronics."
Klavier rolled his eyes and moved into the foyer, near the stairs, about twenty feet away from Ema, his heavy footsteps echoing into the hallway above him. "Ema, can you say something again?"
Ema didn't even look up from her textbook. "What do you want me to say?" She half-shouted.
"Something really quiet, like a whisper."
Ema continued to keep her gaze on the pages. She spoke so quiet, Klavier could barely hear it. "I am whispering." She said in her quietest possible voice.
"That is a whisper, and I think I caught it on camera. Alright, we are operational Fraulein."
"Oooo." Ema said in a goofy voice.
Klavier panned the camera to look up into the dark hallway upstairs and look at the curving staircase.
"So do you know any tricks to, you know, make this happen?" Klavier asked.
Ema shook her head vehemently. "Scientifically, I don't want this to happen." She put a handful of Snackoos in her mouth to calm herself. All these strange events were starting to unnerve her. "I don't want it to happen at all, alright, so I don't want to force it to happen. I mean if you catch something, that's fine, but..." Ema trailed off. She looked up from her current handful of Snackoos to give him a serious look.
"I know Fraulein, I'm just saying it would be cool to have something on camera for a lot of reasons."
Klavier rejoined Ema on the couch and faced the camera toward her. He pulled a guitar into his lap and strummed a couple chords from an old Gavinner's song. Ema's brow furrowed a second later and she twisted her torso to look toward the hallway that lead out to the patio.
"Did you hear something?" She looked back and forth from Klavier to the spot where she thought she heard a noise. When he didn't look up from his fingers strumming, she threw a Snackoo at him. He looked up at her after that and they both stayed silent for ten seconds, just listening for anything. She raised her eyebrows and Klavier reluctantly put the guitar down and grabbed the camera.
"Let's go investigate." Klavier walked from the living room to the kitchen. "She's hearing a weird sound." He whispered. He panned the camera view over the wooden cabinets and the refrigerator, on top of the refrigerator, up to the air vent over the refrigerator. He opened the freezer to see if there was anything making noise in there. Nothing.
"Klavier?" Ema called out.
"It's the ice-maker." Klavier revealed. Ema groaned and Klavier did the same.
Klavier strode back into the living room and stopped at the sofa to lower the camera view to the guitar resting next to Ema.
"I'd just like to take this moment to illustrate the beauty of this fine instrument," Klavier said happily. Then he quickly raised the camera to have Ema in its view. "I meant her," Klaver quickly moved the lens between Ema and the guitar twice. "This is just my guitar."
Ema rolled her eyes and giggled. "You're sweet, fop."
Klavier's eyes slowly went up and down Ema's curled up legs and she looked back up at him questioningly.
"Can I get a little striptease Fraulein?" Klavier asked jokingly.
Ema shook her head mouthed the word 'no' and went back to her forensics textbook.
"Bitte?" He asked again, a smirk creeping up on his tanned face.
She mouthed 'no' again, not even looking up from the textbook.
"How about just a half of one?" Now she knew he was actually being serious with asking.
Ema leaned forward to swat at him with the heavy textbook and he stepped back before it could make contact with his side. She had a smile on her face and shook her head a second and final time.
Right before bed...
Ema was laying on the bed, on her side, wearing just a gray t-shirt and pink pajama shorts. She was watching Klavier set up the tripod for the camera to record the bedroom while they were sleeping.
"Where are you going to put it? Are you going to get the bathroom or the hallway?" She asked. "I think you should have it point down the hallway, I mean scientifically that's where I heard those footsteps."
Klavier walked to the bedroom door frame and surveyed the hallway that led to the second bathroom and the two guest bedrooms. It was completely dark at the end of the hall, the other three door frames only being illuminated because the master bedroom light was on with the door open. "Nein, it's too dark, you can't see anything there." He went back to securing the tripod while Ema went into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
Klavier decided to follow her with the camera. Ema twisted around to see him standing in the doorway, seeing himself in the mirror reflection behind Ema.
"What happened, why is the camera in here?" She laughed as she washed her face and Klavier stepped around her to see his full reflection in the wall long vanity mirror.
"We could get a little extracurricular with this Fraulein."
"You know that's going to get old fast right?" She raised her eyebrows and watched him keep the camera view on her. "And we could...but no. Nice try though."
"And I want you to know that that doesn't rock," Klavier lowered the camera to his side and the lens only showed the tiled floor in the bathroom. "I'm going to go put this back on the stand Fraulein." The camera shook slightly with each step Klaver took to return to the master bedroom. He straightened the camera as he approached the tripod and set it down.
A few minutes later, Ema came back in and walked over to the bed and pulled her side of the covers back so she could slide in. "Is it good?"
Klavier nodded as he adjusted the camera screen view inch by inch. "Ja, I think so." He flashed a peace sign as he was satisfied with the view and strode over to the light switch panel. Ema's head swiveled as she watched him walk and she had a smile on her face. The lamp went off and the night vision from the camera took effect on the screen.
Night #1
11:25 P.M.
Ema lifted her head an inch after Klavier laid down behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. "It's looking at me." She jokingly referred to the camera.
2:09 A.M.
Klavier and Ema were fast asleep, still in the same position when they went to bed. Nothing had moved. The door was still wide open, the brass doorknob touching the wall, the nightstands as they should be, and the bed covers unmoved.
Suddenly a very faint knocking sound down the hallway echoed and downstairs a tiny crash could be heard, as if something was knocked over or fell off of something. Ema stirred a bit in bed, but didn't wake up.
Later that morning...
"This is what the Fraulein looks like in the morning," Klavier drew out teasingly and Ema mock pouted at him. "She looks so pretty." Klavier said as Ema raked her fingers through her slightly tangled hair and rubbed her still sleepy eyes.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Ema asked as she walked out past the bedroom door toward the stairs.
"Whatever is fine Fraulein." Klavier called back.
"Scientifically that is not an answer. How about scrambled eggs?" Ema stopped halfway down the stairs to look at him and wait for an answer.
"Ja." He answered, preoccupied with the camera. Ema nodded and walked down into the kitchen.
Klavier was fiddling with the tripod when Ema called back up to him.
"Hey fop?" Ema called out worriedly.
"Ja?" Klavier called back.
"Did you drop my keys on the floor?" She shouted.
Klavier frowned and his forehead scrunched.
"My keys are in the middle of the floor." She told him as he walked down the staircase with the camera resting on his shoulder. He rounded the corner and saw Ema standing in between the stairs and the kitchen, her keys randomly on the floor like she said.
"What? Where did you leave them?" Klavier asked. He moved the camera view from Ema's confused face to the keys resting on the ground, ever documenting each and every thing that happened.
"I thought I left them on the counter." Ema said as she scooped the keys up in her hand.
"Are you sure?" Klavier asked, just to double check.
Ema nodded. "Yes, I always leave them in the same spot next to your wallet." Ema slapped the keys down in their usual spot and looked thoroughly confused.
"Well obviously this is incontrovertible evidence that forces beyond the grave came up...to move your keys." Klavier grinned.
Ema rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend. She waved her hand dismissively and walked back over to the stove. "Go eat your breakfast."
Later that day...
Klavier made a big splash as he got into the large in-ground pool. Ema was laying on a chaise holding the camera and recording him for a change. She surveyed the luxurious patio, with a large container with pool toys, several swings, another chaise, and two tables with chairs next to the state-of-the-art grill.
Klavier surfaced and pushed his blonde bangs out of his eyes.
"Scientifically, that would be a three on the splash scale." She told him.
Klavier half swam, half walked over to where Ema was sitting, crossed his arms and rested them on the brick edging to the pool. "What are you doing Fraulein?"
She removed her gaze from the screen to look into his blue eyes. "I am filming you." Klavier raised his eyebrows and nodded. He then suddenly broke into an air guitar solo, jokingly using his extended middle finger for the guitar pick.
Ema grimaced and rolled her eyes.
"Very, very mature. I think that's my favorite quality in you. It's your maturity." Ema laughed as Klavier continued to goof around and show off.
An hour later...
Ema was dry and fully dressed. She had the camera panned on the mirror, she talking to herself. "Uh, big day. Today is the day of the psychic. She's coming here, she should be here in...within the hour. And we're going to find Klavier and see how he's feeling about it. I guess very excited." She said the last sentence sarcastically.
She jogged down the staircase, gripping the wrought iron banister as she descended into the living room. She walked briskly past the leather sofa and loveseat to the entrance to Klavier's home office. He was sitting in a large leather desk chair, looking at something on his computer.
"So tell me scientifically how excited you areeee...to meet our psychic." Ema drew out jokingly.
Klavier looked at her over his shoulder uninterested. "I'm just so excited and ready to rock. I can't contain myself Fraulein." He said, annoyed.
"Oh come on, go all out, don't be shy." Ema took a step closer and adjusted the focus from him and the desk to just Klavier.
Klavier turned his gaze back to the computer screen. "I got something...quite appropriate for your psychic."
Ema looked at the computer screen curiously. Klaver had up the audio recordings from the first night of filming.
"I just stumbled upon it."
She took another step closer so that their shoulders were touching. "Ooh, show me." She thought he'd actually gotten something last night.
His eyes trailed back over to her face. "Ja, I'll play this when she gets here, think it might make her feel at home." As he said the last sentence he pressed 'play' on the computer screen and some eerie music came on with off key piano playing.
"Is that Mr. Wright's music?" She noticed the off key was an indicator that it was Phoenix playing during that recording. Klavier said nothing, just grinned and looked back at Ema. He bobbed his head to the tempo of the piano music and pretended to be looking around warily.
Ema pouted. "Scientifically you are not going to take this seriously, are you? This is not going to make her feel at home. That's going to make her leave." Klavier smirked as she was talking and she pointed her finger at him, semi seriously. "Don't you smile, fop, like you're so happy with yourself. How about less of that music."
Klavier turned the creepy music off and Ema nodded.
"Alright, I'm done with you." Ema turned on her heel and walked out of the office and back into the living room.
An hour later...
Klavier and Ema were sitting next to each other on the sofa, Klavier holding the camera now, keeping Ema in the corner of the viewfinder. "You'd think that a psychic would be on time, ja? You know, if you could tell if traffic was going to be bad?" Ema rolled her eyes as the doorbell rang.
As Ema stood up and walked toward the front door, Klavier stood up himself. "Wait let me get the music!" Ema stopped and jokingly glared at him.
"Don't you dare think about turning that on." Ema said as she unlocked the door and swung it open to greet the psychic.
"Hello Miss Fey, it's nice to meet you!" Ema extended her hand to the psychic as she entered.
Maya Fey took Ema's hand and shook it enthusiastically. "Come on in, this is Klavier."
Maya shook Klavier's hand as well. Ema invited her into the kitchen and offered her something to drink. Maya asked for some water and Ema quickly retrieved a bottle for her. They all sat down in the living room and began to chat. Klavier balanced the camera on his lap and had it facing the two women in front of him. Ema was sitting on the loveseat in front of him, and Maya was slightly off to his left, sitting on a single person chair.
"So can you see ahead, like that kind of thing Fraulein Fey? You know, like know when traffic is going to be bad."
Ema shot him a glare.
Maya shook her head. "No, usually it depends on the day of the week or time of the day."
"Like all of us." Ema shot Klaver another glare and he gave an innocent look.
"I'm certainly glad you could make the trip from Kurain Village to talk to us. We really do appreciate it." Ema looked at Maya gratefully and the psychic smiled.
"Well, I'd like to spend a bit of time and get to know you guys, and get more information than what you told me over the telephone. From both of you. What's your life like, what's your relationship like..."
Klavier nodded. "It's good." Ema and Klavier both chuckled together and Maya nodded again.
"How long have the two of you been together?" Maya asked curiously.
Ema answered immediately. "Almost a year. One more month."
"We're engaged to be engaged at the moment." Klavier said with a hint of a smirk.
"Mhmm." Ema murmured and gave him a sidelong glance.
"And your jobs? Both of your jobs?..."
Ema again answered first. "I'm a detective. I'm working to become a forensic scientist, I have my certification exam coming up in a couple months. Klavier is a prosecutor at the Los Angeles precinct."
"How about your health?" Maya asked. This was an important question for her to ask when she was consulting with someone about paranormal activity in the home. If she had any reason to believe that someone wasn't well mentally, then she knew that these 'experiences' could be figments of their imagination.
Ema looked at Klavier for a split second. "We're both in good health."
Maya pressed further. "No medications involved?"
Ema shook her head. "No, scientifically none at all."
Maya clasped her hands together and looked at Klavier. "Well, more often than not, the things that you shared with me can be explained away with simple things, like a squeaky house, or a rattling pipe, or something completely normal. It can just have people more freaked because they're under a high level of stress."
Maya pulled out a small journal from the pocket of her robe and a pencil too. She crossed her legs to give herself a makeshift desk. "So this, it's called 'a haunting' has happened to you before you moved in together?"
Ema nodded. "Yes. It started about half a year ago. I was getting ready to move in with Klavier. I had never experienced anything 'paranormal' before that time, so I was incredibly skeptical, and scientifically I still am to a degree. One of the first things I experienced was feeling breathing, and it would wake me up. And I would see this...I don't know...a mass, like a figure at the foot of my futon. The first few times I was absolutely terrified. The word that kept popping into my mind was 'devil'. I just couldn't even move, it was so horrifying. I'd keep my eyes scrunched shut and be wishing someone was there with me, and eventually it would go away."
Maya nodded thoughtfully and took some notes down on her notepad. "So from the time this first experience occurred, until now, have you been having incidents periodically over the past few months?"
Ema nodded. "Yes, scientifically they would come in regular intervals, even after I moved in with Klavier. And over the past few weeks, things have started to happen again."
Maya scribbled down something else and glanced at Klavier, who was quietly listening to Ema talk and explain everything to Maya. Maya gestured a lot with her hands, and the baggy sleeves of her robe waved with the movements. "So when you tell me that it's moved from where you were living half a year ago and now here, it seems to me that that's what we're dealing with, something that can possibly be connected to you and to Klavier. Why don't you give me a quick tour of the house and show me exactly where and what has been happening." Maya closed her notepad and replaced it in her robe pocket.
Ema nodded, stood up, and gestured for them to go into the kitchen. She motioned up toward the metal lighting fixtures. "These lights have been flickering, these ones that are on the ceiling." Ema gestured to the chrome sink fixtures. "We've had water from the faucet turn on and off unexplainably. I mean we'll come down, and it'll be on." Ema also illustrated the last movement with her hands, bending her fingers to look like claws. "We've heard banging on the walls, scratching sounds, scientifically like dragging down the wall kind of scratches."
Maya nodded, seeming deep in thought. "Take me to where you've had the most activity so far in this household." Ema wordlessly gestured to the staircase and they walked up single file, Klavier coming up last, filming all their movements and the entire conversation so far.
When they reached the master bedroom right at the top of the stairs, Maya stopped in the door frame. "So most of the activity is in here, isn't it?"
Ema bobbed her head once. "Yes, scientifically a vast majority of it. Uh, we've both heard whispering. Sometimes we can't understand it, but sometimes it's saying Klavier's name."
Maya's eyebrows shot up and looked at Klavier. "So sometimes it's specifically calling your name."
"It has before." Ema reiterated.
Maya's inquiring look moved over to Klavier, who was still silent as Ema explained the unexplained activities. "You've heard this too Klavier?"
"Ja, well I've heard some weird noises, I haven't really heard it say my name specifically, but maybe it was you saying it in your sleep or something."
Ema shook her head vehemently and her brow furrowed. "No, I mean if I was the one saying it in my sleep, I wouldn't have been hearing it myself. I would be able to tell a difference between myself saying something on my side of the bed and something whispering right next to the bed."
Klavier's gaze moved over to his laptop that was sitting on a small table next to the camera tripod. "I have Firewire going in to my laptop, so we can record all night. Can you take this Ema?" Klavier handed the camera over to Ema, and she focused the camera on him explaining the nightly set up to Maya. "I have a tripod and a wide angle lens, so it can capture the whole bedroom. I have an EVP recorder just to catch any sounds."
Maya looked at the corner of the room where a standing lamp was located. "So you'll go to bed and have the light on, and have the camera going as you're normally going to bed. Do you do this all the time?"
Ema interrupted. "Well, we've just recently started with the camera. Klavier had the camera, doing a fake documentary as a gag with Daryan, one of his former bandmates. We have an extra bathroom, and two guest bedrooms, lights have been flickering in there too."
Klavier interjected a question quickly. "Is there anything we can do to make this happen, to perhaps get it on tape?"
Ema's jaw went slack and she rolled her eyes when he finished the statement. "I've told him that I don't even want to mess with that. I didn't even want the camera. But he had it anyway, and he just wouldn't let go of the idea."
Maya looked thoughtful for a second, then answered. "These hauntings, they feed off of negative energy. So if there is something negative going on here, it will help spur on the haunting. This entity may feed off of that."
Ema nodded thoughtfully herself, taking in what Maya had to say. They filed back downstairs and sat back down in the living room. Maya laced her fingers through each other and looked at Ema. "My area of expertise, besides channeling spirits with the Kurain Technique, is dealing with ghosts, that's what I have experience with, and in such case I help people contact these spirits, people who've died. A demon, is something different. That's an entity that relates to something not human. There is a lot of debate and discussion about what it could be, but I reiterate that it is not a person. Dealing with demons is not my area, I'm very uncomfortable with it, and I'll be frank with both of you. I sense something very negative going on in this house. The problem is that you cannot run from this, it will follow you. It can lay dormant for weeks, months, even years, something can trigger it and it will become more active, and it can eventually reach out and attempt communication. I'm going to give you the number of my aunt, Morgan Fey. Before she was incarcerated, she dealt with demons and specialized in that sort of thing."
Klavier balanced the camera on the sofa beside him to use his hands to articulate. "So wait, let me ask this, can't we just find out what it wants, get it what it wants, and it'll be gone."
Maya rubbed her mouth with her hand and gazed off into the distance for a moment while she was thinking. "Because what it probably wants is either you or Ema. I would not recommend acquiring a Ouiji board, this entity will sense that you are trying to communicate with it, and that is opening the door and inviting it in," She looked at Klavier very seriously as she said that, almost reading his mind, and seeing his plans to get a Ouiji board. "Do you understand me?"
Klavier nodded once. "Ja, I understand."
Maya's eyebrows raised and she looked at her hands in her lap. "I hope so," She said, almost regretfully. She looked over at Ema and smiled. "You're going to be fine."
Ema smiled thankfully. "I'm glad to hear you say that. Thank you so much for coming out. I will certainly give your aunt a call. Have a safe trip back to Kurain Village."
All three stood up and filed out to the foyer. Maya waved to them both and bowed slightly. She turned around to leave, stopped, then turned back around. "You don't happen to have a recommendation for a good burger joint around here do you? It's been years since I've been to Los Angeles, and I bet my usual joint is closed."
Ema's eyes widened, not expecting that question. "Um, there's a Five Guys two miles up the road." Ema pointed in the direction in which Maya came, and she nodded vigorously.
"Thanks!" Maya walked briskly back down the path to her car.
Ema shut the door gently behind her and gave Klavier an icy stare as she turned around to face him.
"That was interesting Fraulein." Klavier remarked skeptically.
Ema pursed her lips and gave him a hard look. "Do you think you could try and not be completely rude to her?" She huffed out a breath and walked away from him, while he followed her movements with the camera perched on his shoulder.
Later that night...
"For your information fop, I feel like I'm not crazy. At least we're doing something. I'm going to call her aunt tomorrow." Ema said, around a mouthful of toothpaste. Klavier was standing a couple feet away, camera on his shoulder, him filming away as usual.
"Fine." Klaver answered.
"Morgen Fey. I remember that name. I think she had to do with a case Mr. Wright had many years ago. I think she's still in jail, but she still deals with clients from the penitentiary."
Klavier rolled his eyes. "Nein, you know what, don't call her Fraulein. I don't think that's necessary."
Ema widened her eyes, giving him a 'Yes I am' look. "I'm calling her tomorrow."
Klavier's voice got a slightly whiny tinge to it. "Fraulein, promise me you won't call her tomorrow, bitte."
Ema huffed out a breath as she spit out her mouthful of toothpaste. "Okay, but if it gets worse, I'm calling her aunt right away."
Klavier nodded. "Good. I'm going to set up the camera." Ema nodded and started to wash her face.
"Turn it off for now Klavier. I'm tired of seeing the lens in my face all day."
Five minutes later...
Ema was laying on her side of the bed with the covers up to her chest. Klavier walked over to her side with the camera still on and set it down on the nightstand next to Ema, still facing her.
"Come to bed, fop."
Klavier raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh I will Fraulein. Let me just turn this off."
Ema lifted herself up on her elbows and shook her hair off her shoulders. She giggled as Klavier climbed on top of her and leaned down for a kiss. She pulled away after a moment. "Excuse me, that camera is still on."
Klavier shook his head. "Nein, that's the standby light."
Ema lowered herself off her elbows and gave him a look. "That is not the standby light, that is the record light. Don't lie to me, fop."
Klavier huffed out a joking breath and reached over to turn the camera off for real.
Later...
"I think that was illegal in Kentucky, and possibly twelve other states." Klaver said suggestively.
Ema burst out laughing and hid her face from the camera with her hands and the covers bunched in her fists.
"This Fraulein is wild. An animal."
Night #3
12:31 A.M.
Ema snuggled into Klavier's side and buried her face in his chest. They both fell asleep, only switching positions three times.
2:09 A.M.
Ema was laying on her side, facing the open bedroom door, and Klavier was still lying on his back, both were sound asleep.
A faint groaning sound started, almost like when a radio is struggling to connect to a barely there station signal. The wide open door randomly swung part of the way shut, seemingly by itself. A low growling noise could be heard down the hallway. The door moved back to its original position, also seemingly on its own. Neither Klavier or Ema stirred from the activity.