The next day, while they were exploring the rest of the house (passing through walls and floors made it a lot quicker), the family suddenly heard voices, and they all made their way to the front door. "What the bloody hell are we doing here? This isn't a hotel, its a crappy old building, nobody even lives here" a female voice said in a British...or rather English...accent.
"Because we're lost, that's why!" a deep ,obviously male voice replied, as Megan and her family observed closely.
Into the house stepped four people, all of them obviously British from their accents. The first was a young blonde woman with short, stylish hair, 5' 2" tall and 29-years old, she had a very feminine figure, not slim...but not fat either. She was innapropriately dressed in a short red dress with a single frilly strap over her right shoulder, and a pair of beige-colored, snakeskin high heel pumps. Her breasts were a perky C-Cup and she was more 'cute' than sexy.
Behind her was a man, older than the woman, with a short, brown haircut. He was quite slender, about 6' tall and wearing glasses. The family estimated his age to be about 32 or 33. He was dressed in a burgundy t-shirt with a Native American Indian motif, a pair of jeans and a pair of brown hiking boots. He was one of the friends of the young blonde woman.
The third person was another woman, about 29 or 30, standing a little over 5' 3" in height, her long, dirty blonde hair was up in a ponytail and she was dressed in a black tank top (which emphasized her large, H-Cup breasts), a pair of low-rise jeans and brown, high heeled ankle boots. She wasn't as attractive as her blonde companion but still quite good looking.
And the last person was an older man, about 40-years old, who was the best friend of the other man. He also had his head shaved but he was more well built than his friend, and was attired in a white skirt, a pair of black corderoys and a pair of black suede boots.
The four individuals, the family soon discovered were called respectively...
Carly
Steven
Liz
Shaun
"Tourists? I don't want to be a foreigner" Megan grumbled, as the family hovered...unseen...over the new arrivals. "Well, we can always stay as ghosts if you like" his father, Steve, said back to her, his voice echoing in the hallways of the house...yet unheard by the group of unsuspecting visitors.
"Lets wait okay, plus...we don't even know how the whole 'possession' process works" Janet chimed in.
"I suppose!" Steve agreed, as the couple's two disembodied children moved closer to the four 'tresspassers' to watch them.