Dr. NoSleep (host)

Sumner knows this place was made not for business, but for war.

And with war comes death, and death means… Phantoms and wraiths?

Where are you, ghoulies?

Come on out, me little spokes.

Nothing moves.

Nothing reveals itself.

Nothing takes the bait.

Not that Sumner needs bait.

He only calls out because it makes it so much easier, so much more convenient if they come to him instead of him going to them.

Sumner's patience is thin, he mumbles as he reaches the upended desk.

Sumner tired of hide and seek.

He yanks open a drawer, sending the desk tumbling over.

The crash is so loud that Sumner clamps his hands over his ears while screaming

But then a faint blue light appears from the broken and tumbled desk.

Sumner hisses with approval, happy to know his discomfort has borne fruit.

The light floats in the dusty air, lifting higher and higher, just as it is about to reach the ceiling of the old shelter.

Sumner leaps up and snatches the light in one gnarled hand.

He stuffs it in his mouth and chews with delight.

Sumner cries around his mouth full of spirit.

He swallows and belches, then pouts his stomach.