[A wild clatter as a flailing arm knocks the communicator off a table, followed by a rushing crackle of static. A faint rapping sound. And a harsh, tight whisper, strained with anxiety.]

Knocking! Again! Ngh!

Just when I'd found another room to sleep in!

[Demyx has been learning to talk through his anteater tongue, but his voice is still a little more nasal than usual]

Uh....um....hey, guys?

Has anyone else felt like they've been watched from the walls, or like...creepily haunted, or something? 'Cause I'm pretty sure it isn't...Linda this time?

...oh geez, what was that!?!