“Sometimes as a paranormal investigator you see some wacky shit- but that’s just in the job description. I mean, any job you see that’s like ‘Wanna drag around this fucking massive camera to film ghosts that may or may not be real sometimes?’ Is going to be weird. I was okay with that. Until about five minutes ago.

When that that doll spoke to us in a grown ass man’s voice and told me his name was...

We have all seen those zombie movies right? The ones where the human race is wiped out by what is basically a bunch of psycho undead cannibals? Sometimes they walk really slow, sometimes they run, and sometimes they do this weird demonic crawl and bite the shit out of the protagonists ankles. Well, I’d hate to break the illusion, but that’s not what the zombie apocalypse is.

Let me describe a zo...

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I knocked on the dark wooden door, bouncing on my feet. “Room Service-!” I called, slipping my key into the lock, unlocking the door as I stepped into the room. It seemed empty, how weird…the storm should’ve trapped everyone inside. Maybe they’re in the lobby, I guess I’ll just wait.

I walked into the kitchen to look at all the utensils, looking into the sink I picked up the blac...