Out of the black van with the intials S.S. on it's side, stepped a hefty black man with a camera.
From the front emerged a guy with spiky brunette hair and blue eyes, toned up and wearing a black shirt with dark jeans and sneakers.
"Okay," the cameraman said, "Spectre Seekers pilot first shot of the house in 3...2...1... Action!"
"This behind me, is the long derelict home rumored to be built on top of the burned brothel." the brunette man said in a serious tone.
"After talking with the locals about the bizarre disappearances and the strange appearances of... unusual women... we will be setting up shop and invetigating this ourselves."
"Annnnd, cut!" Andre the cameraman said.
"Looking good, Don." a young woman said. She was blonde with green eyes, in a dark jacket and jeans with boots.
"You too, Ellie." the brunette grinned to the team psychic.
"Alright lovebirds, let's get in there." Tech Expert and resident tough girl Tonya said.
The team rounded up thier gear and walked into the house, unaware that a pinky misty form had watched them the entire time.
The crew planted cameras, set up the command center, and talked over their strategy for hunting the supposed spooks inflicting the "curse" upon people.
"It's settled then. Andre, lock the door." Don said.
"It's already locked." Andre said as he turned the handle.
"Oh, alright then." Don said.
And so the team split up to find their haunting.
The curse itself, taking the pink mist form of a woman with DD beasts and a plump rear, had it's own goal: bimbofy the greatest threat first. This threat was: