I use the window to apply some concealer. Then I set up candles and place a pendant around my neck. Jackson says it’s important to properly accessorize when on camera. The pendant is my mother’s, though she hardly wore it. She liked to be free of jewelry, that way the spirits wouldn’t have anything to latch onto, but little bells and whistles like pendants tend to put our customers at ease.

Jackson turns out the lights. I watch the candle flames cast long shadows along the walls.

“Don’t just stand there,” Jackson says. I resume position, sitting Indian-style on the floor. Jackson turns to Elliot. “Get it rolling, man. Do your thing.”

“My…thing?”

“Loser. You’re the ghost.”

“Right.” Elliot collects his duffel bag of goodies and walks to the back of the house.

“Spirits, if you’re here, show yourselves,” I say, palms facing up. There’s shuffling, and then banging from above us.

“You hear that?” Jackson asks off screen.

There are two more thumps from above. I nod gravely, making sure my walkie is close enough for Elliot to hear what I’m saying. “Millie!” I call. “We wish you no harm. We only ask that you let your husband go about his day in peace. You’re scaring him, Millie. If you can hear me, please. Show me you’re with us.”

We wait a moment. Two bumps come from the attic. A soft reply.

“Millie? Is that you?” I ask. More thumps from upstairs. I hear Elliot climb swiftly down the attic stairs. Beth keeps the camera off him, giving him time in the next room.

The lights flicker. I walk into the next room with our Infrared Camera. On the wall are dozens of handprints.

“That’s impossible,” I say, hamming it up. “Millie, you need to rest now. Let Mr. Hampton rest.” I’m not sure how Elliot did it, but there are six or seven handprints on the ceiling, too.

Jackson nods to me from behind the camera, giving two thumbs up. Beth turns the camera off. “That was good,” Jackson says.

“Where’s Elliot?” I ask.

We find him dangling from an air vent.

“That’s it?” he says. He holds a loose wooden board connected to a wire. “Found what was causing the banging,” he says. “There are tons of loose boards up there. I secured a few. Probably should go up for all of them though.”

“Good thinking,” Jackson says. He tests a floorboard with his shoe. “We need to secure these, too,” he says.

“You made a great ghost.” I smile. Elliot gives me a small hug.

“Come on people,” Jackson says. “Let’s do this.”