Try for the second floor.

"I want to get out of here as much as anybody," Eric said with a shiver, "but if this ghost stuff is somehow, actually happening, for real, then maybe Carrie actually knows what she's talking about." The blond forgot her distress for a moment to smile with a quiet pride, before Maria interrupted with a long sigh.

"Fine," she said, "but how exactly are we getting up there? Like I said, I'm not touching that ramp again."

"Eric," Carrie started, "stand there, would you?" Carrie moved her beam over to a wall right next to the staircase, largely unadorned but leading up to a railing from which anyone on the second floor of this main room could look out on the room below.

"Sure...?" Eric walked over to the indicated spot, feeling a little sheepish under the direct beam of the flashlight. He couldn't quite reach the next floor, but it wasn't too far off.

"Now, put your hands together in front of you, and get ready to help me up." Eric did as he was told, and Carrie placed one foot into his hands. He blushed a bit at her long, pale leg, and the glimpse of pale blue fabric as his eyes followed it upward, but a short cough from Carrie was all the signal he needed to stop looking and lift her up. Maria kept the light on her as Carrie scrambled to grab onto the railing, and as she slowly pulled her way up, Eric couldn't help but notice exactly how much of her cheeks were on display, muscles flexing underneath as she hoisted herself up onto the second floor.

"My turn!" Maria said, walking over to him and even snickering a little despite the situation, having caught Eric looking at their mutual friend's butt. Tossing her camcorder up to Carrie (and getting a quick admonishment for the reckless move) she placed her hands on Eric's shoulder and one foot into his hands, giving him a brief peek of her impressive cleavage, before she too got lifted up to the second floor railing.

"Now you, Eric," Carrie said, "jump and we'll try to pull you up." Eric backed up, took a deep breath, and tried for the best running jump he could manage in the cramped environment. His chest connected with the wall with a thud, but looking up he saw his own hands being held by Carrie and Maria, who were slowly but surely pulling him up to the railing. What he didn't notice, however, was a four pair of hands at work, a ghostly pair phasing through the wall he was flat against, hooking its fingers into his waistband, and as the girls above gave one final burst of strength to haul Eric up, he flew straight out of his shorts!

Unaware, Eric let himself fall over the railing onto the second floor, where he rolled onto his back with a relieved sigh. But when his friends stayed silent, he looked to them, saw them staring agape at his lower body, and followed their gaze to see, lit up in Maria's camera, his own bare, semi-erect cock. His hands flew to his privates, and he rolled onto his side, where the defeated Eric simply said "I hate this house...."