She sits facing the camera, attempting to smooth down her unkept hair. Her eyes are a little droopy but she accepts her looks for the way they are. Staticky, pale and curled hair flips over her head and reaches nearly to her elbows; she's wearing a blue flannel and a pink tank top underneath.

Fairly casual, she muses.

"Hey everybody," she says. Her first words, her first smile, her first impression on the world. A laugh presses against her throat and she raises her hands. "So, I know this is a little strange, but I'm going to make videos, a bunch of 'em, and hopefully I'll capture what is going on in this house."

Her eyes brighten, her head tilts forward, and her lips purse. "I am not even kidding you, there is some creepy, sketch stuff going down. Like, really!"

She breathes, smiles, and looks up for a moment. "I should probably tell you a little about myself.. before you like, you know, get invested in this video, you should probably know who I am."

She leans forward and blinks. "My name is Sunshine. I'm very interested in the paranormal side of things. I don't know what I believe, necessarily, is in this house but there is something in. this house. And I will capture it."

Sunshine grunts. "Mainly for my mother, if that is all that is watching this, it will be my mother. You get to see it too though, if you, y'know, sit down and watch this full video and my...paranormal adventure into the life of what is here."

She pauses. "But...yeah. You'll find out, there's stuff here."

She reaches forward and switches off the camera.
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Her mother has never particularly loved huge houses, and a two-story home was never something Kat nor Sunshine had imagined. But this was one of the few places left to move in and money was tight. It was cheap. It would have to do until Kat could get herself working again.

Sunshine herself, well, she actually likes it. Surprisingly. Her room is small but cozy. It has a warm, inviting feel to it; pink frames the walls and she has a white sheet covering her twin bed (hardly a twin bed at all). A poster of a statue hangs over her head, and she has antiques stacked along the shelves. Two statues, old beer bottles, a 1980's radio, a wood-woven chest, and most importantly, her typewriter.

Maybe it's the items that have always brought spirits, but Sunshine isn't so sure. The objects — they were from her relatives, either long dead or a long way away. They'd never complained about odd occurances in their homes. Perhaps they just hadn't recognized the signs, or maybe had tricked themselves into believing they weren't being haunted.

Or, the simple answer: they weren't haunted.

Now, the rest of her house is fairly spacious. An office sits across from Sunshine's room and an outstretched balcony looks over the front yard. Stairs curl down to the kitchen, a compact space, but an open window shares the gloomy sight of gray clouds. That's where her mother often is.

Oh, her mother. Kat. A proud, sturdy and independent woman with a distaste toward all the bullshit and lies. She's honest, always honest, and Sunshine wonders if that's why she's always at home, or if it's why she has no friends. Women — even men, sometimes — they just don't like to be told someone's thoughts right to their face. Of course, Sunshine doesn't mind. She and her mother get along amazingly.

She can see some similarities between the two of them. Though Sunshine doesn't share her mother's auburn hair, her sharp nose or her almond gaze, they do have a similar frame and body type. Her mother is small, too; like mother like daughter, they say.

Perhaps Kat's brutal honesty has rubbed off on Sunshine, too.

And then their living room. Large, wide, tall. Many black chairs dot the outer edges with a large television seated in the corner. A couch faces away from the kitchen, and more windows let light flood through the room. Sunshine likes this room.

Hell, she likes the whole house. What could go wrong?
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Sunshine gets the camera out, turns it on herself, and slides down the stairs.

"This is my mother!" The screen is turned toward Kat, who looks more or less disinterested. She holds a lax stare and her brows are raised just a little.

Or maybe she's annoyed.

"Whatcha doin," Kat says, voice flat.

Sunshine giggles softly. "Capturing the paranormal activity, woman! Since you didn't believe me —"

"Do I look like a ghost?" she questions, moving forward toward the counter. "Turn it off."

"She's a ghost," Sunshine whispers. Her mother is probably rolling her eyes. "A lil' freaky sometimes. I'm not turning it off though." She smiles.

"What, you think there's a ghost in the kitchen?" Kat asks as Sunshine gives a tour of the room.

"Yes, there is," Sunshine says, exasperated. "Our dining room table, it looks a little lonely, doesn't it? Mm. Whatever. A little dark and creepy back there."

As she walks into the living room her mother calls to her. "Have you done your homework?"

Sing song: "Homework's for loooserrrs~"

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So. What kind of views are outside of Sunshine's house?

A meth lab trailer by an equally meth-labby shack, a house with boarded windows, and no lights on the street.

What a sight.
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She just wanted to make a video on her favorite comfort foods.

Instead, a door had to slam. She investigated.

No, nope, she didn't.
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There's a voice — she can hear it, but she can never quite catch it on her camera.

She's sitting sprawled across the wall, eyes wide.

The door opens and her mom walks in with a bundle of clothes in her hands.

"Mom!"

Kat turns and jumps. "What?!"

Sunshine giggles. "You scared the piss out of me! What is with you?"

Her mom shakes her head. "I'm sorry!"

A pause.

"Your Spider-Man underwear scares the piss out of me. Put your laundry up."

Kat sets the clothes down and spots the camera. "What are — what are you recording up here? You're alone!" Her hands fall to her sides.

"Mom!"

"What?"

"You were making noises. I heard something. I record!"

"You record?" Kat leans forward and laughs. "Just, you thought you heard something so you're just recording random things?"

"Yes. Mom! Yes, yeah."

A laugh, then a pause.

"Do you want me to leave now?"

"Mhm. Mmmmhm. That'd be great."

Sunshine looks at the camera and mouths, "Oh my goshhhhh!"
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The scratching noise never returns.

Sunshine vows to keep her camera with her at all times, just so she doesn't miss anything.

24/7.
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So — ugh.

Sunshine pulls out her camera, hair tied back in a bun.

"So I swear I'm not imagining this. There's a lady out front who's always here. I swear, she like, shows up, and then she disappears. She goes down the dark, creepy, long lane and.. look, there she is."

And it's true. Between two bright, wide trees, a tall woman stands behind the gate. She has waved shoulder-length hair and her face — it's dark. Unmoving. Her hands are curled at the sides of her hugged gray trenchcoat, black buttons curling up on the side of her shoulder and chest. A black skirt is worn underneath; she has long black socks and midnight shoes. She's pale, for the little amount of skin she shows.

It's really fucking creepy.

"She always dresses the same, she doesn't come up to the house, just... stands there. Looking odd, and weird." She flips the camera back to her face, turning away. "I'm very tempted to go talk to her except — I'm too scared. Mmm. Being honest. I'm just afraid of her. She's... yeah..."

When the trees are shown again, the woman is gone.

"Creepy."

creepy lady is here...

she's not going away

:)