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like him.   He had to admit he was irritated at being lost in the shuffle amongst Donovan's team, but there were advantages, like a bit more privacy.   Besides, forgotten or not, he still had five hundred dollars in his back pocket.
    He just had to do his job to make the other five hundred.
    "How long have you been able to sense ghosts?" Donna asked.
    "Since I was six.   I used to think I was going crazy—"
    Amy stopped suddenly when she reached the top of the stairs.   She locked eyes with Alex.   Donna bumped into her and grabbed her shoulder.   Alex watched with confusion.   He even turned to see if something was happening behind him.
    "Sorry," Donna said.   "Is everything—?"
    "Shh!"
    Amy gripped the railing, as if standing were difficult.   Alex rushed forward, but she stilled him by raising her palm.
    "No," Amy said.   "I'm okay."
    Donna glanced back and forth between Alex and Amy.   "What's going on?"
    Amy looked up.   "I…."   A dramatic pause.   A stern, serious expression.   "I sense a presence here," she said, literally echoing Nate's words from earlier.
    The chuckle escaped.   Alex almost didn't believe it was coming from him.   He watched in horror as the chuckle invaded both Donna and Amy's ears.   They both glared at him, and he could feel the daggers from their eyeballs running along his flesh.   His cheeks burned.   All he could do was smile apologetically.
    "I'm sorry," Donna said.   "Is something funny about all of this?"
    "No, ma'am," Alex said, lowering his eyes.   "It's just that…the way Amy said it…."   Alex stopped talking, deciding nothing he could say would help.   "Uh, never mind.   Just pretend I'm not even here."
    "We'll do just that," Donna said.   She touched Amy's arm and nodded toward the opposite end of the hallway.   "Let's go, Amy.   Our master bedroom is down this way.   Do you want to start there?"
    "Sure."
    They both made sure to give Alex one last stab with their eyes before disappearing into the bedroom.   He brought a hand to his head out of frustration.   A quiet, feminine laugh came out behind him.   He turned to see Kim, leaning in her bedroom doorway.
    " Real smooth," she said, laughing and mock clapping.
    He smiled, just to mask his embarrassment.   At least someone was enjoying his humiliation.
    "That could have went better," he admitted.
    He walked back downstairs.   The front door was calling his name.   He just wanted to get away, maybe walk the outside of the house.   Sometimes the area around a house was just as haunted as the inside.   He could gather his thoughts, let Donovan and his crew set up, and maybe talk to Jason and Donna later, after Donna had cooled down.
    His hand was on the knob to the door when he noticed Jason and Donovan, sitting at the dining room table.   Troy was standing behind a camera in the corner while at the same time staring at a phone.   Alex heard the tail end of Donovan speaking.
    "—please start at the beginning."
    Jason took a breath and sipped at a glass of water.   Donovan waited patiently.
    "Well, it started about three months ago, I guess."
    Alex sighed.   He wanted to get away, but more than that, he wanted to hear what Jason had to say.   He shared much of his story over the phone, but Alex wouldn't pass up the chance to hear it again, to catch any important details.
    He sat on the couch, well out of range of Troy's camera, and pulled out his phone and pen.
    "It started out with the pictures.   We'd come home and some of them would just be on the floor, or knocked face down.   We ignored it.   What else can you do, right?   But then the noises started happening at night.   Loud, and I mean loud , footsteps.   Then Donna got pushed down the stairs.   After that, we started calling people.   No one's been able to help so far."
    "Has anyone actually seen anything?"
    "Donna thinks she saw a cloud of black smoke late one night when she was going to the bathroom.   But I haven't seen