“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….

uh…

Derrick?”

“No-“

“shit… Dededede- deeeee-“

“Denis”

“THATS RIGHT!!! His name is Denis.”

“Denis, sounds like a fifty year old smoker- what’s he doing in this little girls toy?”

“I don’t know we should ask him.” I said, adjusting the view of my camera to focus on the creepy looking doll- before pointing it at the horrified but slightly annoyed face of my coworker- “Heres another episode of, Ghost hunting with Patricia and Martinnn. You can call her Patrick- but don’t tell her I said that- or she’s going to key my car again-“

“I can hear you dipshit- let’s get back to the doll.”

I sighed and pointed the camera back to Denis, before zooming in really close on his face. As Patricia asked a lot of typical boring questions for ghost hunters.

“How did you die? When did you die? Why are you in that body? What did you do to get put in here” Blahblah blah

Denis made a snorting sound and we both stumbled back as I kept my camera on him and he said,

“It’s funny you think I’m the doll.”

Then a hand came out from under the bed and grabbed Patricia’s foot. I screamed and ran- I ignored the begging behind me. This job was too much for me and I had plenty of ghosts.

I went straight to the police.

They investigated the scene, but there were no signs of “Denis” anywhere. Though they found the mangled body of Patricia stuffed into a mattress- and I was the main suspect. My footage wasn’t enough.

In fact. My footage was blank. I was sent to a hospital for a mental evaluation, and I Never left.

The place burned to the ground over a century ago, the only thing that survived the blaze was a strange doll.