Tucker stood, staring at the door with a chill running down his spine. That door was locked. He had tried to open the door, but it was locked. The knob hadn't even turned at all. There was no unlocking it.

And right now, that door was swinging open.

"That door was locked," he told the camera. He slowly walked forward, halfway into the teacher's lounge. He reached out and gently grabbed the door handle. He half expected it to shock him. He rattled the door handle, twisting it back and forth. He closed the lounge door and twisted the door handle again.

The door opened.

"That door was locked!" Tucker repeated. He kept repeating himself to the camera, as if that would have changed the fact the door was open now. He gave himself a few minutes to panic before taking a deep breath.

"Alright, alright, not the weirdest thing that's happened to me. It's fine. Totally fine." Tucker continued muttering to himself as he walked into the room. He panned around the room with the camera. There wasn't much in it.

The room was small for what was supposed to be a lounge for the teachers. It was more like the size of a small office than a place for the teachers to hang out. The room was drafty, cold even. It was much colder than the hallway outside.

In one corner of the room sat a small table. Some papers were left out and a coffee maker sat on it. The pot for that was nowhere to be seen.

The two chairs by the table made the room feel even more cramped. They were set up in such a way that the occupants would be looking at each other, possibly having a chat.

Tucker continued panning around the room, looking at a few potted plants and a threadbare couch that even through the greyscale colors of the camera he could tell was dated. Possibly it was here back in the eighties when the school opened.

A scraping sound made Tucker jump. He swore as he turned the camera around, and saw that the chair closest to him was now a good half foot closer.

"Damn it, this really is like the start of a horror movie…"

Tucker stared at the chair through his camera. "You know what. No. No way." He turned around and walked over to the couch. "I'll sit over here, thank you very much, and if you don't like it-"

His statement was interrupted by three rapid knocks. Like someone knocking on a door to be invited in. Loud and rapt, they cut right through Tucker's words.

The loudness made him jump back to his feet. "Alright! Alright! Jeez…" He fumbled around to find his jacket pocket and pulled out the thermal camera Sam had got him. "Alright, you want me over there so bad… ly…" Tucker trailed off as he looked at the thermal camera.

He brought up his video camera and confirmed that it was getting recorded.

On the table, in his thermal camera, was a glowing handprint. Warm. Like someone had just pulled their hand away.

Tucker sucked in a deep breath and slowly reached out and put his hand down next to the handprint, slowly fading as it returned to normal temperature.

Pulling his hand away, he compared his handprint to the other. His was wider, and just a little bit longer. It also glowed like fire in the thermal camera, while the other even when he first saw it was only like a dull ember.

Only visible due to the wonders of technology.

"Alright…" Tucker said slowly. "Well, you have my attention, so here I am… Tell me what you want."

Just like that, the nature of the room changed. It felt like sludge dripping down the mechanics of Tucker's body, of grit and discomfort. It wasn't a slow change, it was sudden. The change was as quick as the blinding of the light when stepping out into the sun.

The change made Tucker take a step back unintentionally, and he cursed as he did so. He didn't want to run away from this – it was a ghost, and he was carrying a charm to protect himself.

He should be safe.

Sam sighed as she looked over the cafeteria. They all had agreed that it seemed like the Lunch Lady was no longer active. Throwing the box of silverware was probably the most she could do with the energy Danny had given her. But there was still a chance.

Danny had suggested they set up several static cameras in the cafeteria and kitchen to see if anything interesting happened while they were away. Tucker had no interest in sticking around the cafeteria right now. So he had volunteered to go to the teacher lounge.

So between her and Danny, one was going to go start checking out the lockers near the band room, and the other was going to spend the rest of the time in the library after the cameras had been set up.

Sam didn't even get a chance to volunteer for the lockers before Danny all but ordered her to put the cameras up in the cafeteria. She was about to chew him out for presuming to tell her what to do, but, through the camera, she saw the look on his face.

And despite herself, she found herself agreeing.

Danny said he didn't think the Lunch Lady was malicious.

He had very much not dispelled that statement about Sidney Poindexter.

That being said, Sam was done with the cafeteria. It wasn't like there was a lot to do. Just moving some cameras around to get the best angles. It had only taken this long because of the darkness. Sam didn't want to trip over her own feet and then break one of these cameras.

It wasn't like she couldn't afford it, but waste not, want not.

Sam looked over the cafeteria and thought about saying something. She didn't know what she wanted to say. She pressed against the charm sitting in waistband of her skirt and took comfort in its presence. The smell of anise and garlic assailed her and enveloped her.

But she knew better than to invite a spirit to do something.

No protections worked when you opened a door.

Tucker tried to control his breathing. His heart pounded in his ears. The nature of the room continued to assail him, creeping down his insides and eating at him. His skin felt hot and sticky with sweat.

Tucker rubbed his face. "Alright, you have my attention! What is it that you want?"

There was silence for a moment. The room was completely still.

The only thing Tucker could hear was his heartbeat and his breathing.

He panned toward the chairs, and he watched as the chair closest to him moved another inch towards him.

Tucker stared at the chair. The obvious invitation to sit. To stay.

"Alright… alright…" Tucker muttered to himself. "Sit in the creepy ghost chair. Sure. Let's do this."

Mechanically, not quite feeling like himself, he walked forward. Each step on the carpeted floor sounded like gunshots to his ears. Before sitting down, he set his camera down near the coffee maker. He twisted the viewfinder around so he could see that it was aimed where he wanted and bent down to get his face in the frame.

"Alright, so, if this ghost kills me, this is gonna be my last will and testament…" He chuckled, and smirked at the camera. "Sam, I blame you. Give my video games to Danny, on the condition he clears my browser history." He turned toward the chair, before holding up a finger and looking back at the camera. "Oh, and bury me with my smartphone."

With that Tucker tried to wipe the sweat off his face and then sat down in the chair.

Immediately, he felt a chill. Creeping along his arms and permeating into his chest. He rubbed his arms, trying to fight off the cold. He frowned and chewed on his lip, glancing back at the camera. He had tried to make a joke to fight off some of the feelings he was getting, but now that he thought about it.

He was stupid.

God, what if he really did die here? What if those were the last words he said to Sam?

"Sam…" Tucker began, and his throat seized.

And the only thing he could have thought to say was about his video games? That was stupid. He hadn't said anything to his parents. About how he loved them, did they even know? Tucker spent more time with Sam or Danny than his parents. His parents did love him, but it's not like he ever really showed it back.

He was just a stupid nerd, obsessed over video games. There was a reason why despite all his attempts at asking someone out he never once had gotten a date.

Bad Luck Tuck, batting an average of zero.

He was really pathetic.

Danny looked up as Sam rounded the corner, her footsteps announcing her presence long before she had actually been anywhere close to him. It was hard to see her in the dark, but he could just make her out. "Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," Sam said, just on the edge of too chipper for someone walking around at four in the morning. "Just finished up in the cafeteria and wanted to see how things were going with you guys before going to the library."

Danny glanced back at Sidney, who was floating several feet off the ground, but he kept his eyes away from the blood-red scratches and the indentation around his throat.

"I have some interesting evidence." He turned back to Sam. "You?"

There was a rustle as Sam shrugged. "Eh, not that I noticed while I was setting up at least."

The ghost had been still for a while, uttering a few phrases here and there, but he suddenly started acting up. He kicked his legs as if to find purchase and his fingers grasped at his throat to pull something away.

Sam was completely ignorant of him, unable to see or sense him. "Hopefully Tuck-"

"Shh!" Danny hated cutting her off, but Sidney was very much active and very much trying to get their attention. He looked down at his recorder to see it was still running. He let it run for a few seconds as Sidney twisted in the air before stopping and beginning playback.

Sam immediately plastered to his side, tilting her ear down to the speaker trying to listen for the same thing Danny was.

The recording was rough. Sounds came through, but nothing clear. It was all static, moans and groaning.

Then one word.

"Foley."

"Did that-?" Sam started, before Danny started running. It didn't take her long to follow him. The two of them turned down the hallways, guided more by their memory of the school rather than their eyes.

"Tucker!" Danny shouted, turning the last corner. The teacher's lounge was just down the hall. Sam quickly overtook him now that they were on a straight path and she ran past him, flying down the hall.

It didn't take long for Danny to catch up though. Sam was blocked by the door. "It's locked!" She shouted. She slammed her hand on the door. "Tucker? Are you in there?"

"He's definitely in there…" At his voice, Sam jumped and stepped away from the door. Danny hadn't meant to growl, but he could feel the ghost in there. "Damn it, I thought it was Sidney who was dangerous…"

"How do we get the door open?" Sam asked, focused on the actual problem.

Danny shook his head. It's not like he knew himself. "I don't think the door is actually locked. It's being held. The ghost inside is keeping it closed."

"It's trapped Tucker?" Sam didn't sound worried, she sounded angry. Sam didn't hesitate to throw her shoulder into the door and try harder to open it.

Danny took a step back. He had no clue what to do. This was so far beyond what he had ever expected. He wasn't even smart like Tucker was, or as athletic as Sam.

He was just some creepy kid. He wouldn't be able to help at all.

"Danny!" Sam hissed. "Come on, push on the door with me!"

Danny blinked. That was right, he could help. Where had those thoughts come from before? "Wait… wait…" He said to Sam, and she stopped moving, leaving the hallway quiet, and letting Danny think.

And feel.

He breathed deeply and pinched between his eyes. "Whatever spirit is here," he began, addressing the thing coiling about his feet and slinking up his back. "You are not welcome here. I do not give you permission to enter my mind or my body."

Sam reached out and grabbed Danny's hand. At her touch, the scent of the incense perfume she wore invaded Danny's nostrils, and the taste of garlic, anise, and salt lingered on his tongue.

"Get out of me," Danny ordered, "And let go of this door."

The latch clicked.

Sam let go of Danny and opened the door. "Tucker?" She asked opening the door. She reached around and found the light switch in the room and the lights turned on, blinding everyone.

"Sam? Danny?" Tucker said, quietly, around when Danny had adjusted to the light. Danny looked over at him to see tears streaming down his face. "What are… how long… what happened?"

"We got an E.V.P. with your name in it," Sam said, looking at Danny. "Danny took off running to check on you."

Danny rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I had a-"

Tucker interrupted Danny. "Can we get out of here? I don't want to be in this room anymore."

"Yeah, of course," Sam said quickly, opening the door slightly more. Tucker immediately jumped up from the chair and walked out of the room, brushing past Sam.

Tucker walked across the hall and slumped down by a set of lockers. Danny walked over to Tucker and sat down next to him. "You okay, Tuck?"

"No… No, I'm really not," Tucker said, shaking his head and rubbing his face. "Dude… like… weird shit started happening in there, man. First, the chair started moving, then I was hearing knocking, like tap tap tap."

Danny felt a chill run down his neck. "Three taps?"

"Yeah. I-"

"You're sure?"

Tucker looked at him. "Yeah, definitely three. Why?"

Danny didn't get to answer as Sam spoke up. The two boys looked up at her, holding onto Tucker's camera. "Three taps is common in demonic hauntings. It's mocking the trinity. You know, father, son, and holy ghost?"

"That was a demon!?" Tucker shouted.

"Or something like it," Danny said, looking back at the door. Sam and Tucker followed his gaze to the room. The lights in the room flicked off, and the door slammed shut.