"What the frig?!" said Grant. Everyone watched as Steve replayed the clip.

One of the infrared cameras had been set up in the master bedroom. The camera showed Kris and me walking around for a few minutes, and then we started back out into the hallway. Both of our backs were turned when one corner of the bed quickly dipped down as if someone had jumped on it.

"What?" said Grant in disbelief. "No way!"

"And you guys didn't hear that?" Jason asked me and Kris. We shook our heads.

"We would have heard the bedsprings, but it was quiet," said Kris.

"I'll do it frame-by-frame," said Steve. He did so and then looked up at Jay and Grant. "No tricks this time. One fluid motion." Everyone exchanged awed glances.

"Jackpot!" said Tango.

"Heck yes!" I said triumphantly. We exchanged high-fives with those nearest to us.

"OK, so what do we got next?" asked Jason.

"This next one is from the thermal that you guys caught." Steve showed the clip of a small red dot moving from one side of the screen to another.

"Bug," said Grant. Jason nodded in agreement.

"The next one is an EVP caught in the living room," said Steve. He highlighted one spot and then played it. We heard Tango and Kris talking and then an unusual sound. Everyone turned to look at Steve. After a few moments, Steve finally looked up to see everyone staring at him. "What?"

"Play it after the highlighted part," said Tango, looking amused. Steve did so and everyone heard Tango's voice say "Yeesh! Gotta lay off the Pepsi." Steve turned red.

"Well…here's another EVP that Kris and Felina got in the master bedroom." We listened to it, but it sounded somewhat mumbly.

"The first word sounds like…No," said Grant.

"Yeah, it does," I agreed. "And it sounds like three more syllables after that. We wanted to see what you guys thought." Steve looped it.

"I'm hearing 'goose' in there," said Jason.

"Yes, it's 'goo'-something," Kris piped in. "Maybe it's…No more…'goo'-something."

"It kind of sounds like 'No more gooey stuff,'" said Tango. We stared at him blankly. Steve snorted at that and started repeating the phrase over and over like a tongue twister. Jay and Grant gave him weird looks. Great…he's still hyper.

"No more gooey stuff! No more gooey stuff! Nomoregooeystuff! No mo' gooeystuff! Nomogoostuff!" Steve spewed out happily. Suddenly, everything clicked in my mind.

"DUDE!" I shot up out of my chair. Tango and Steve flinched away from me. "That's it! Texas! Used to be part of Mexico! They spoke Spanish! It's saying 'No me gusta'!" Everyone stared at me in silence as the EVP played on.

"Wow…that does sound like it," said Jason. "But what does that mean?"

"It means 'I don't like,' if my high school Spanish skills are correct," I said.

"Okay…but what does it not like?" asked Grant. Steve unlooped it and it clearly said now "No me gusta usted."

"Usted means you," I said. "I don't like you."

"We have two good pieces of evidence to show the owners," said Jason.

"Great! Let's head on over!" Grant said, and the two head honchos left. The rest of us sat in an awkward silence. A minute later, they came back in looking sheepish.

"Uh…bringing the evidence would help, wouldn't it?" said Jason. I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

"Might help a little!" Grant quipped. Steve handed them what they needed with an amused smile on his face. As they left the room again, we all applauded. Jason sent a glare back to us before shutting the door behind him.