The Museum of Otherworldly History opened a new exhibit today. Ever since the Fenton's found the ghost world, made the entire world turn invisible and let a comet pass through it, the ghost world was a well known thing. The Museum now had it's own, functioning but inactive ghost portal. It lay unplugged and, if not for janitors, it would be gathering dust. Many people would jokingly walk up to it and take pictures in it, pressing the button to turn it on while making awkward poses. If you had a social life or a Facebook, you've seen these pictures. The machine always had a camera pointed at it, but most security was centered around the more powerful exhibits or the haunted items that needed to be watched in the chances of them acting up.
This is where we meet our young protagonist, one of many, Mark Baren. Mark Baren would visit the museum regularly, as you could smoke inside of it. The smoke alarms were disabled because of ghost mist stuff always setting them off, he and many others came here for the same reasons. Mark wasn't a regular, like most. He only smoked occasionally and would sometimes find his way to the museum. Today he saw a group of people all looking at the machine, and his good friend Marquis was actually there.
"Marquis! Ha-hey how's it been?" He said as he looked at the machine with some girls posing in it, and a few other people were simply standing nearby. He saw a plug behind it on the ground.

Marquis stood near the machine, a camera held onto his neck by a lanyard and a sketchbook in his right hand. "Oh. Hello Baren." He said quite calmly, providing a polite wave with his right hand before returning his attention to the object that he had come to study only a few minutes ago. "To answer your question, it's been quite adequate, although I must say, the buzz surrounding this thing is insurmountable. Getting quite annoying, if I do say so myself." He shook his head a little bit at the thought of all of the chatter that he'd heard about the machine itself. "I understand that "scientists" say that it's supposed to be some stupid portal to another dimension, or something like that, but I think it's bunk. This entire museum is bunk, if you ask me. I'm only here because the flood of people here allows me to do a lot of onsite sketching and things like that."

He fumbled with a knob on his camera as he returned his gaze to his acquaintance. "I assume you're here to smoke the remains of the burning bush's descendants, to which I say, power to you "brother."" After this sentence left his being, he went silent again so as to let Mark retaliate. Although he had sort of rambled off quite a bit.

ARK floated around the ghost zone bored out of his mind.. Well if he had a mind he'd be bored out of it but as he drifted through the ghost zone, passing the occasional ghost, he came across a closed portal to the land of the living. ARK enjoyed standing near these when he came across them and listen in on the conversations of the living. Maybe one day he return there through one of these portals and be able to see what it's like on the outside again. As he listened to what sounded like laughing girls he could distinctly hear two others chatting among themselves but they were to far away for him to hear what they were saying. ARK had been to the land of the living once before but soon left when he found out that the way he traveled in there was through a portal in some ghost hunters basement no doubt that it was unnatural but none the less it was still an amazing feat of technological prowess that ARK remembered vaguely of in his after life.