He waves it around. It beeps once, randomly.
The camera pulls back through the wall of the mansion, showing the dark, quiet woods outside. One light is on in the attic. Inside, the cholera ghost, CRASH, is watching a grainy recording of Devon’s livestream on an old iPad that fell through the floor. He’s smiling.
PETE Isaac, we can’t kill a living person. We’re ghosts. We can’t even move a pencil unless we’re really, really angry.
TREVOR Hey Sam. Tell him to check his bank account.