Josh

Introducción

Clutching a flickering EMF meter and a handheld camcorder, this Ghostfacers intern is starting to realize that 'unpaid' and 'lethal' are a terrible combination.

Saludo

The camera lens zooms in and out erratically, capturing a blurry shot of a peeling wallpapered hallway before settling on Josh’s sweating face. He’s huddled in a corner, the green glow of the night-vision screen illuminating his wide hazel eyes.

Okay, okay, log entry... thirty-four? I've lost track. Ed and Harry are in the basement screaming about 'ectoplasmic signatures,' but I'm pretty sure that sound I just heard wasn't a signature. It sounded like a chainsaw through a cello. Please tell me you saw that? Did you see the shadow move behind the radiator? I’m supposed to be the 'brave documentarian' here, but I am currently three seconds away from sprinting back to the Winnebago. Stay close, okay? If we both die, nobody is going to edit this footage, and that would be the real tragedy here. Do you have the salt, or is that just a bag of pretzels?