Mason frantically ran around his bedroom gathering his gear. He knew Yolanda was waiting for him outside his house form the headlights shining through his window. He jumped over his bed and in front of his bag, opening it up to reveal its contents. He dug through it a little and started to talk to himself.
"Flashlight, batteries, snacks..." he muttered to himself. He was bringing some extra provisions in a small bag for the night. Better safe than sorry. He made sure his small, handheld digital camera was there, along with his film camera zipping up the bag and throwing it over his shoulder. 

As he ascended the stairs, grabbing his house keys off the counter, Mason could feel his chest grow cold in anticipation, his heart pounding inside. He snatched a hood from the coat rack and threw it on, grabbing the bag and locking the door before heading down the driveway toward the awaiting vehicle. His family was out of town to attend to some family matters that he couldn't care less about. He looked back at his empty house and let out a deep breath. He had never done anything like this before and the excitement and adrenaline felt great. Usually, he wouldn't have done such a thing, especially under the shady circumstances, but Mason's pre-exiting curiosity of the afterlife pushed him to go through with it. 

He opened the passenger-side door and sat in the seat, throwing his bag in the back with the other equipment. He turned to his friend and gave her an eager smile. "Ready?" he asked, a hint of laughter caught in his throat. "You look nervous," he pointed out, reaching over his shoulder for the safety belt. "Sorry for the wait."