As Eric swept the flashlight across the room, he was surprised to find something glittering under its beam despite the thick layer of dust that seemed to cover the entire room. It was mounted on the wall; a blade, it's sheath hanging below it, surrounded by dull, dusty, but still impressive looking medals.
"Nice find," Carrie said, causing Eric to jump as she silently appeared at his side, "Looks like it might be from the Revolutionary War."
"Jeez, you can tell that just from looking?" Eric asked.
"Well... I can guess," Carrie said, looking sheepish at being uncertain, "It's either that or Civil War, I suppose. It looks like one of those swords you would see the generals holding in one of those statues."
"Take it off the wall, Eric!" Maria said, "Let's get a closer look!" For once, Eric kind of liked Maria's idea. It was a pretty cool looking sword, after all... sure, it felt weird actually touching some dead people's stuff, but... hey, cool sword. The only problem was that the sword was apparently stuck fast in the display holders
"Be careful," Carrie said, seeing Eric struggle. There was no really easy way for him to grab the blade, except for the hilt, but no matter how much he pulled, it seemed impossible to move... until suddenly, with a crack, the sword came free! The girls jumped back as Eric fell backwards, the sword flying up into the air.... and coming down directly between Eric's legs as he sat up.
"Eep." Eric went pale; the blade was a bit too close to some pretty important places for his comfort, and by the way it was stuck into the floor, it hadn't been dulled any.
"Woah!" Maria said, walking around to get a shot of Eric from the front! "Guess the ghost doesn't like us messing with her stuff!" Carrie seemed surprised at the idea for a moment, before hurriedly returning to her detector, fiddling with knobs and switches and producing a variety of new clicks and beeps.
"Just... help me up," Eric said, catching his breath and allowing some color to return to his face. He stretched out a hand to Maria, and she pulled him right up, but as Eric looked down at the sword, he realized something too late. The sword had landed very close to him, close enough to have caught the leg of his jeans, pinning them to the ground....
shrrrrrrrrrrriiiiip
....and keeping a good chunk of them there as Eric rapidly rose to his feet.
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