The air chilled even deeper and flickering florescent lights winked out leaving Marcia standing in total darkness. As she tries to decide what to do a weak moan comes from the far corner... and a glowing translucent figure steps out of the pile of box's. Balding and middle aged the figure is restrained in a old straight jacket. There are dark bag under his wild eye's and his face is twisted into a look of haunted fear! The ghost stumbles towards her slowly his mouth moving trying to speak... but there seems to be no sound... Remembering her pocket recorder Marcia triggers it as the spirit seems to plea with her... Then the glowing spirit staggers into her... Marcia feeling as if her body has suddenly been dunked in ice water... And she staggers backwards falling onto the ratty old bed... rusty spring scream as she bounces. Then darkness washes over her... she awakes with the wrinkled old face of Abe the security guard looking down at her.
"You ok young lady?" He asks softly as he peers down at her prostrate form. "I came up as soon as I got the electric back on." He assured as Marcia suddenly realized that the way she was laying gave the old guard a perfect view up her skirt! Quickly Marcia tugged her skirt down... then realized her panties were down around her ankles! Slipping them all the way oiff she kicked them out of sight under the bed, almost imagining she could see an erection in the old fella's baggy uniform trousers! "A fuse blew..." Abe explains as he turns away and heads back for the door. "I hope you found what you were looking for... because I really must insist you leave now!"
"O...ok." Marcia agrees feeling very strange. 'What had happened in those missing minutes she was out... what about the ghost?' She looked around the dingy old cell with its dusty boxes slowly as she followed the old guard...