Through the screen, Yolanda’s flashlight emitted a bright glow that seemed to engulf the whole room. Mason backed up and adjusted the angle of the camera I order to get a better view of the whole lobby. A high pitched whistle slipped between his lips. He scanned the room while maintaining focus to Yolanda with the camera. A shiver went across his shoulders and shrugged them up. “This place is pretty eerie…,” he muttered, turning the camera know with his wrist to give a better perspective in the film. He noticed the reception desk behind a glass window, only a small rectangular opening near the bottom to allow interaction from one side to the other. He gestured in its direction.
“Thought they would have a normal reception desk like in hospitals,” he told his friend. “That one is like one you’d find in a police department or…a movie ticket booth,” he let his tone pick up near the end, trying battle the depressing and lonely atmosphere of the building.
“Maybe they’ll have a patient roster.”
Mason hadn’t planned on a lot of talking while filming but he couldn’t help his curiosity. He wasn’t the most professional filmmaker and he figured he’d do some editing afterwards, anyway. He gave a nod toward Yolanda. “Alright, take the lead, ‘Lana,” he said, trying to brush off the uneasy feeling creeping up on him as he viewed the darkness through the screen.