"I think we might," Braz would reply, sweeping the old gas station with her oceanic gaze. It wasn't too big. "Could be stretchin' it, though."
In response to Hun's last statement, she said, "Okay." Braz scooped up one of the many cameras and navigated her way through the building, passing faded signs advertising long-forgotten brands. She reached the opposite corner soon enough, and stretched to place it on a high shelf. When she was finished, she called, "Done!"

"All right, cool.
Just, uh, set up a camera or two where you think some hauntings might occur," -- looking at the place from outside, it would seem that he didn't have enough cameras to cover the building's entire contents -- "and scan the whole floor with a black light.
Look for signs of ghosts -- yaknow, maybe they leave some sorta residue or somethin?"

Doppler nodded at Arden, and with a point and a shout of "Wellleggo!" he stuffed a blacklight into a pocket, snatched a camera and its stand, and promptly took off to fall flat on his back, the camera skidding from his hands.

"Rocks!" he growled, rolling over to see that the big dog had firmly planted its rear on the crumbling sidewalk.
With a grunt, he stood and chained the dog to...he looked around.
The wheelbarrow's wheel connector-thingy?
Yeah, that should do.

Hooking it on, he turned to pick the camera back up and look it over.
The lens was cracked a bit...he was tempted to give this one to Arden, but it was only a hairline crack -- what ghost was going to hide right in the--....

Doppler furrowed his brow, the possibilities running through his mind, but went inside anyways without another thought.
The top floor might have all the interesting activity anyhow.

It was a somewhat small room that the front led directly to.
The wall opposite the front held a series of doors, one of them cracked open.
On another wall was a glass-fronted desk and some chairs, and against the last wall were some of those itchy grey-cushioned chairs, some weird chipped-paint curvy white chair-looking things, small end tables, and windows to the parking lot on another.
On the same wall as the desk was another door near the front door, metallic with a small glass window in it.

Doppler approached that door first and, stretching to peer into it, could see some stairs within.
"Stairs are here," he told Arden.
He jiggled the knob, but the door wouldn't budge, so he set down the camera and shoved hard with his shoulder.
The door creaked, and he could feel it moving, but then it just stopped.

What in the....
Doppler stepped back and started jumping to get a better look of what could be going on on the other side.

"There's something blocking it," he said, turning to Arden.
"Help me out, will ya?"

Doppler watched curiously as Arden went to pick up one of those curvy white things, not quite grasping what she was going to do with it until she had reared back.
The boy leapt back back, eyes wide, as glass shattered and spilled to the floor, only able to stare as she then dragged an end table over to the door.
He poked a finger into one of his ears, trying to clear the ringing that occurred as a result of her scraping.

After she'd stepped up and started leaning further and further in, Doppler finally stepped forward, afraid she might just flip backwards or something, and put a hand on top of the table in a meager attempt to keep it from falling over.
He flinched when she almost fell on top of him, and watched as she stepped back, offering for him to try again.

"Uh...good work," he said, the surprise etched in his voice.
He shoved the end table out of the way before again knocking himself up against the door, squinting, muscles pulling themselves tight as it began to screech horribly.
He managed to open it just a little more before it stopped again.

Doppler stepped back, examining the crack.
"Think you can fit through?"

Doppler watched Arden go, shoving the door further open after she'd kicked down the board, before picking up his own camera and continuing back to the wall opposite the front.
He slipped through the door that was already open, stepping into a wide, long, dark hallway.

Oo, spooky...definitely had to be some ghosts around here.
There appeared to be two separate doors here, not including the tall, arched entryway at the very end of the hall, which was the last thing he could see before everything gave way to darkness.
Doppler dropped the camera at the forefront of the hallway, near the door he'd just come through, positioning it so that it would be recording the archway, and left it there while he went back to the wheelbarrow.

The dog apparently had decided to lie down, and didn't move as he quickly picked out one of the two night-vision goggles within.
He slipped it on his head before shuffling hastily through the items in the wheelbarrow, grabbing a flashlight and stuffing it in the same pocket as the blacklight.
Grabbing the last of the cameras, he returned to the dark hallway, moving straight for the dark archway after leaving the second camera next to the first.

He pulled out the flashlight first, shining it around the room.
It was a very big room, with doors leading supposedly to two of the other rooms that were also connected to the hallway, plus a third door that was immediately visible opposite the archway.
There were beds, chairs, couches, counters, desks, tables, and all sorts of medical equipment that, for the most part, he couldn't tell what they were, and absolutely no windows.
The only things he could identify were the blood-drawing machines.
Speaking of blood, there was even a trash bin full of bloody bandages.

Though the blood was ages old, long-since dried, pieces even cracking off on their own, Doppler still withdrew in disgust, though couldn't help flipping off the flashlight for a moment to shine the blacklight over it.
...Shouldn't they be incinerating that sort of stuff by this time?
He didn't dare touch them, and something came to mind -- if they were just leaving these things out there, who's to say they weren't careless in other ways?

His spook meter wasn't yet running high, so he calmly moved back over to the door across from the archway.
Just like the stairway door, it appeared to be made of some heavy, solid metal; unlike that other door, however, this one did not have a window.
Doppler jiggled the handle.

Locked.
Of course.
Wonder where the key could be...?

His mind went to the other two rooms, and he stepped back out to investigate.

Light poured into the corridor when Doppler opened up his first door of choice: a glass door that held some of those beige slotted curtains over it.
This room had a big window right across from the door, with moth-eaten curtains that had been left half-shut, and blinds that had collapsed to the floor.
Part of the window had been shattered, the glass bits twinkling in the light of the setting sun, leaving this room as cold as the front, and Doppler wrapped his coat tighter as he began to investigate.

This room was filled with beds, closets, cupboards, dressers, nightstands, and sinks, though to him it felt a mite bit friendlier than the last room.
Aside from what appeared to be a few powerless heart monitors, there was practically no medical equipment, and no bloody bandages to speak of.

Doppler rifled through the closet doors and dresser drawers, finding mostly-clean, if a bit dusty and worn, plain white bedsheets, pillow slips, and medical gloves, gowns, and masks.
The cupboards, tucked innocuously away in the corners above and below the sinks, held some additional medical supplies, such as tongue depressors and syringes, in addition to a bunch of other things, both big and small, that he couldn't even begin to identify.

He closed the cupboards, concluding that medicine was beyond him, and tried the sinks to see if any worked.
Predictably, their pipes had long since run dry.
Curiously, however, one sink held a scalpel, that was lodged halfway inside its drain.
Doppler used the palms of his fingerless gloves to pull it out, lifting it up before letting it clatter on the sink's metallic rim.

As he looked at it, his blood ran cold.
The scalpel's handle held a bit of dust motes on it, but its cutting edge was otherwise...squeaky clean.

Doppler had been prepared to shout out in horror at some point, but not for THIS!
Why couldn't the point have been covered in blood?

Regardless, Doppler was driven to whip out his blacklight...except the room was too bright for it, and there was no way those ripped-open curtains would ever be able to block out enough sunlight for him to use it.
"Gosh darn it!" he whispered.
Flicking the scalpel into a nearby wall, the boy left this room behind, carefully shutting the glass door behind him.

One room left.
Maybe his luck would turn around and it would hold a key to that had-to-be-suspicious door back in the archway room?
...Probably not.