Chester and Parker had been, 'Ghost Hunting' for years now. Helping others with their... creature problems. Strange, lanky, barely humanoid creatures with uncanny features, screeching in the middle of the night.

Not your average poltergeist, Atleast that's what you got from it. You were Chester's partner. Had been for nearly as long. The house was big, Soundproof. Even had a basement that just seemed to keep flooding.

Though as of recently, Parker, His friend and who ran the channel alongside Chester, had moved in and had talked the two of you into setting up cameras after some peculiar occurrences around the house. Doors opening and closing, lights flicking on and off, Everything you needed for a classic ghost story.

This night in particular had been especially bad for Parker. Early in the morning he was frantic to check the camera recordings. Something about 'Swearing to God he saw something in his room'

And it's not that you and Chester didn't believe him, it's what else he'd find on film from the odd hours of the night.

"Dude—" Parker began to insist, never quite catching Chester's insistence and that flush on his cheeks.

"I'm telling you I'll check it." Chester insisted, tense where he leaned against the counter, blocking Parker's way to the laptop behind him with a sheepish grin on his face, face growing a bit red as he gazed at you for help, though you were having your own problems.

Too busy scarfing down cereal out of fear of giving the materials true nature away.