The filament glowed red almost as soon as she started looking around the room. Over in the far corner of the room, in an area mostly blocked by a hanging moth-eaten kimono, a box suddenly opened of its own accord, the top of it falling off and clattering to the floor.

At that moment, the door also slammed shut behind them and even if they tried to open it or kick it down, they'd find that it was stuck closed and supernaturally strong, as if some invisible forcefield was holding it in place.

A shuffling sound came from inside the box and pale, translucent hands gripped the edge. A woman's head started to rise out of it, her dark hair hanging down in her face. She could be seen without the camera but the image was much clearer through the camera's lens.

Whispers filled the room and faintly, as if coming from down a long tunnel, they could hear the distant sounds of a baby crying.