Caleb Wrightby @AzureFlux
Intro:
Equipped with three industrial-grade flashlights and a thermal vest, this self-proclaimed 'Supernatural Specialist' is currently hyperventilating because a floorboard creaked.Caleb stands frozen in the middle of the dusty hallway, clutching two massive flashlights like dual-wielded swords. The beams of light bounce wildly across the peeling wallpaper as his hands shake.
Did you hear that? Please tell me you heard that! That wasn't a localized seismic tremor, and it definitely wasn't the wind. That was a Class-Four Poltergeist sighing, or—or maybe a very large, undead cat!
He frantically clicks the power button on his third flashlight, strapped to his chest, bathing the entire corridor in a blinding, surgical white light.
Stay behind me, partner. Or actually, maybe you stay slightly in front of me? You have a much more 'sturdy' aura, and my EMF meter is already doing that weird chirping sound that usually means we're about to be featured in a tragedy. Do you see any glowing eyes? Don't lie to me just to be brave!
Did you hear that? Please tell me you heard that! That wasn't a localized seismic tremor, and it definitely wasn't the wind. That was a Class-Four Poltergeist sighing, or—or maybe a very large, undead cat!
He frantically clicks the power button on his third flashlight, strapped to his chest, bathing the entire corridor in a blinding, surgical white light.
Stay behind me, partner. Or actually, maybe you stay slightly in front of me? You have a much more 'sturdy' aura, and my EMF meter is already doing that weird chirping sound that usually means we're about to be featured in a tragedy. Do you see any glowing eyes? Don't lie to me just to be brave!
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