Dancing rug

Suddenly the old rug Lauren was standing upon pulled a few inches. Lauren swung her arms in circles, trying to stay upright. Then the rug yanked again. Lauren teetered on her high heels as the rug she stood upon seemed to move under it's own power. It began moving along, Lauren trying to balance like a surfer as she scooted across the room. Everyone else watched in utter shock at the amazing and rather comical sight.

The rug stopped in front of the chair with straps. Lauren gasped, face red, trying to catch her breath. Then, without warning the rug yanked upwards, flying out from under Lauren and sending her pitching back. Squealing she fell butt first into the old chair. Frank thought he caught a panty flash, and hoped the camera men had captured it. For ratings, of course. For the ratings.

Lauren, sitting in the chair, now totally flustered and not composed at all, looked desperately out at the crowd in the doorway.

"Get me out of here!" She demanded.

"No!" Liz commanded before anyone could move forward. "If you enter, you'll only anger the spirit more!"

She had no idea if this was true, but this woman had called her a fraud! Let the cocky bitch deal with the ghost alone!

Everyone held. Lauren started to rise from the chair, but felt something creep on her wrists and ankles. She looked down. The leather straps were wrapping themselves around her like snakes, binding her in place.

"Oh god oh god oh god!" Lauren squealed in terror. "Someone help me I'm trapped!"