[h1][color=0072bc][center]Gray Crowell[/center][/color][/h1]

[Color=0072bc]"That would actually be more useful than what you've done so far Sidney."[/color]

Gray muttered this to himself as he held back the grievances he would slaughter the girl with. The violet hair was his sisters idea which meant to him that she was actually not only getting on his case but hers. However, unless Sidney he actually could restrain himself from talking from a bit. Either way, at least she was doing something to help all of them figure out if this was the work of a hallucinogenic property escaping into this bathroom.

[color=0072bc][i]"Alright, if I can recall, Andy said something about corrupted photos of a ghost due to... something. If his theory is right, this might actually be a ghost as their is no way a camera should act up like that."[/i][/color]

As he left Sidney to perform that, it seems others were on the move with... Elizabeth was rushing at the ghost, whichshocked Gray, but made him ponder why she jumped jumped jumped an irrational action.

If he could properly recall, to repel the ghost, you need some salt, but he didn't think running at it and kicking it straight in the face would help at all. He thought the ghost would figure out a way to counter swiftly, but looks like he was thankfully incorrect. He heard a rather ill crack as he watched it fly back into the wall, disappearing in an instant.

Gray, although his idea didn't go as planned, thought to himself about just leaving them to do what they did best while he figured out where this ghost was being tied to. He then recalled that he could always speak to the ghost and make an offering to it. This was possibly foolproof if the ghost wasn't interested on choking him.

The plan was to befriend the ghost and then figure out what the heck happened.

The quicker he could put this plan to good use, the quicker they could escape with Brody and each other intact. As Elizibeth ignored Gray, he snapped his fingers with a cunning smile on his face. He began shining the light around in search of where he could spot the spectral being, finding it futile since it didn't bother appearing.

Well, until Andy started swinging his baseball bat around wily nilly. Grays eyes widened as he let out a little eep as he managed to get out of his way as he got to work with their day of debauchery. The ghost suddenly reappeared and made a mad dash for Andy, but not be for screeching in pain.

Gray could only cover his ears in pain as he ponders on why it would do such a thing before hearing Andy out. Guess his plan would have to wait as he found the source of this whole thing through... destroying the sinks.

...

Well, it worked for him, until the ghost got a little too friendly with the leader of this group.

[color=0054a6]"Tori, spread the salt on her, I know what to do from here!... Just tell someone to find some bandages for my hand after this just in case please."[/color]

As the boy said his piece, he shined the light on the mirror, seeing not only himself but the light refracting as it brightly shone. It was time to smash stuff up and show this Joe how to smash glass.

With a breath of air, he ran at the mirror directly as fast as he could with his free right hand, glaring at it as if their fates on this mortal coil were intertwined. He could of let Elizabeth do it, but he was closer to the mirror than she was and he had to make this quick considering the possibilities.

Gray swiftly launched his hand forward, hoping they could finally learn the truth about this all. Was this recall, or fake, who knew? All he knew was that his fist was about to make contact with the mirror and this was about to hurt like ever living hell.

...

He could only hear the sound of tinkling glass as it fell onto the ground, along with a fist soaked in crimson as the shrapnel embeded itself within his hand.

Was it over?