Some up close and personal spirit activity

It didn't take long for Mackenzie to start picking up on some paranormal activity. After only a few minutes, her EMF meter began emitting its telltale squeaks and whines.

"Oh, ho, ho, yeah..." Mackenzie muttered, following along the basement wall. This was, by far, the fastest any of them had ever picked up on any paranormal evidence. "I knew this place was gonna have some serious activity!"

Mackenzie was so excited by following the slowly strengthening signals, however, that she failed to notice the ever so gentle tugging sensation from the bottom of her shirt. Bit by bit, the hem of her gray shirt came untucked from her tight jeans. Soon it was completely loose, baring a tiny sliver of Mackenzie's pale stomach to the empty (or... not so empty?) basement.

"I'm getting some serious readings here!" she announced for the camera. By now the levels were substantial enough that the footage might actually make it into the episode. She made sure to film the EMF meter for a few moments as she continued, "As you can see, the basement seems like a hot spot for spiritual activity!"

What the camera failed to capture, however, was the redhead's belt buckle slowly coming undone. The sound was covered by an even louder surge in noise from the EMF meter, and the physical sensation of it was lost beneath Mackenzie's own boundless excitement.

The lead investigator set the camera down on a nearby crate, making sure it still had a good view of the room around her, and pulled a few things from her bag. She set up her small portable electric lantern. It wasn't as good as the floodlights on the far wall of the room, but it certainly helped illuminate the dim corner more. Then, she pulled out a small walkie talkie.

"Mackenzie to base," she said into the device, "I'm getting some serious readings down here! Over."

"Well it's you and you alone so far," Aaron said after a few moments of static. "Jason and Zack have got bupkis so far. Over."

"Make sure they stay on it," the leader replied. "At least until we regroup. But I wouldn't be surprised if we head down here afterwards. Over."

"Roger that. Over and out."

Mackenzie spent the next minute or two trying to follow the electromagnetic signals as slowly as possible. Every little spike in volume could signal an adjustment she had to make, so she devoted her entire focus to it. As a result, she didn't notice as her left boot slowly came untied, with her right following soon after, as if by some unseen ****. But the ghost hunter was beginning to get slightly frustrated. It felt like she'd been making small circles around the area. Sometimes the meter would spike, but it was never consistent where it would happen.

"This whole area is flooded with energy," she mumbled to herself, "but where's the epicenter?"

Then, Mackenzie raised the meter higher, and it picked back up again.

"Wait a second..." she mused. She held the EMF meter above her head and the device squawked even louder. "It's the height!"

Mackenzie glanced around, finding several old wooden crates sitting against the wall. They didn't seem too decrepit... She cautiously tried standing on one and it held her weight. Sure enough, the device picked up its readings.

"Yes!" she cried, far too excited to notice the button on her jeans pop open. Or the zipper begin to slowly unzip as she recklessly climbed onto an even higher crate. The only thing on Mackenzie's mind was following the trail revealed to her by her trusty EMF meter.

Not too far across the room, the camera was still resting on its own small crate. Inexplicably, the wood under the camera broke slightly, despite the device's relatively light weight. This did, however perfectly angle the still recording camera to get the ascending Mackenzie back in frame.

Mackenzie, meanwhile, was beginning to regain a bit of her rational thought. She had been about to climb even higher on the pile of crates when she realized she was already about five feet off the ground. A fall from there onto the concrete floor would not be pleasant, and could potentially even injure her. And these old crates had likely been sitting in this basement for decades, so who knew how reliable the wood was... But she was so close to the highest point of the basement, nearly at its ceiling. And the signals were still increasing...

After a few moments of deliberation, Mackenzie decided to proceed, but with caution. Instead of trying to step onto the next crate, she instead attempted to climb onto it. She bent over, letting her torso rest on the higher level, before trying to pull her legs up one at a time behind her. But, as she did, Mackenzie finally noticed that something felt wrong with her jeans.

"What the..." the redhead muttered as she felt around her waist with her hand. Not only had her usually tight jeans somehow come completely undone, but they were actually slipping down her waist!

"Ah!" she gasped in equal parts surprise and embarrassment as her hand made contact with the completely uncovered back of her underwear. "How in the hell?"

Mackenzie blindly reached lower, trying to grab the waist of her jeans, when something quite paranormal happened. The jeans slipped down her legs at a terrifying speed, only coming to a stop at her ankles. This time, Mackenzie let out a full blown shriek. Both at the complete exposure of her black, bikini cut panties, and at the fright of whatever was causing it!

"Wh-what's-" she began, but was quickly cut off by what happened next.

The jeans were pulled away again, but this time horizontally, and much harder. The sudden motion of the bottoms actually yanked Mackenzie's feet off the crate entirely! If she hadn't had half her body weight on the higher crate, she'd have likely fallen off! As it was, though, she managed to hang on and regain her footing a moment later. Although, she noted unpleasantly, her feet had also been relieved of her boots, leaving just her thin white socks to protect them from the unpleasant wood. The redhead, now genuinely scared, quickly and cautiously scrambled down off the crates.

"What... in the hell... was that?" she muttered, her heart still pounding. The pantsless girl began picking up her fallen items from the cold concrete. Her EMF meter, which had fallen from her hand in the confusion, seemed to have gotten slightly damaged, but was still working. Her boots were both nearby as well. But, frustratingly and embarrassingly, her pants were nowhere to be seen! "No, no, no! Where did they go?!"

Could it be? she thought, not even daring to say the words aloud. Could an entity have been responsible for what just happened? Is that even possible?! Well, of course it's POSSIBLE, but can that really be what just happened here?

"Mackenzie, come in, over," the walkie talkie squawked from the nearby crate beside the camera. Mackenzie slipped her feet into her boots and hurried over to the device. With a pang of embarrassment, she hastily moved the camera so it couldn't see her. She had no intention of giving her coworkers an up close and personal view of her panties!

"M-Mackenzie here, over," she said, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.

"Jason and Zack are wrapping it up," Aaron's staticky voice said. "Want to make your way back to base so we can regroup? Over."

"Roger that. I-I just have to find my, uh... I-I'll be there in a few minutes. Over and out," she replied.

Trying not to panic, Mackenzie spent the next few minutes desperately searching for any sign of her missing jeans. But alas, they were nowhere to be seen! With a small pout and no small amount of ****, Mackenzie did the only thing she could think of. She unzipped her leather jacket, took it off, and tied it around her waist. It wasn't a perfect solution, as the knot of sleeves only partially obscured the front of her underwear, but her back half was completely covered by the thick material, at least. Plus, it was completely obvious she wasn't wearing any pants. Her pale slender legs were completely on display. And her teammates were going to undoubtedly have some questions. Boy were they ever...

So, with nothing else to do about her embarrassing situation, Mackenzie grabbed her things and prepared to exit the basement. She picked up the camera, unaware it had perfectly recorded her entire embarrassing mishap, and her slightly damaged EMF meter. If she had looked a little more closely, or been a little less flustered, Mackenzie might have noticed that the device had been damaged in a very interesting way. One single gash on the casing had obscured the rightmost leg of the letter 'M' on its label. Instead of proudly reading "EMF Meter" as it had for so many years, Mackenzie's trusty device now read "ENF Meter" instead...