Claire, Georgia, and Danny aren't your average ghost hunters. Their hit livestream channel "Creep It Real" rakes in thousands of viewers each time they go live. But what their fans don't know is that the trio fake the hauntings they come across at e...
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If I told you where I am right now, you wouldn't believe me. Trust me, I barely believe it myself.
I am sitting in a dressing room in the studio where Good Morning, Madison is filmed. The four of us are going to be interviewed on the morning show in less than twenty minutes.
Georgia accepted for the group without asking us first. If I was in my right mind, I'd probably strangle the girl. But what would I say to Tina May and Norman Smith when they ask where Georgia is? Ah yes, I murdered her because she doesn't understand boundaries.
The stylist finished with me over half an hour ago, but I haven't gotten the courage to leave the dressing room yet. I've been sitting here and staring at my overly makeover-ed self, waiting to be told to leave. So, the moment the door opens, I expect to see the producer's assistant telling me it's time to go. But instead, I watch in the mirror as Seth sneaks into the room.
"Seth?" I say a little startled, my gaze fixed on his figure in the mirror. He approaches me and looks at me through the reflection. I immediately notice that something is off. He looks even more unruly than usual and the bags under his eyes heavier than the last time I saw him. "Are you okay?"
He shakes his head and grips the back of my chair. "Danny said I should talk to you. He said you guys talked about...strange things."
I open my mouth but don't know what to say. The only thing that seems right is, "You too?"
Seth nods. "It's my tech. I can't explain it, but it's...fighting back."
"Fighting...back?" My eyes shift and in his reflection, I see his bruised hand. It's purple and blue, but not like he was in a fight. "Seth... What happened to your hand?"
He looks down and raises his hands. I gasp when I see them more clearly. His hands shake as I look over his palms. There are burn marks that are blue in the middle and fade into a dark purple. All of them are enclosed in a black ring. Much of the skin on his hands is red or a deep imperial purple. I shake my head. "What in the..."
As he lifts his gaze to meet mine in the mirror, I see the tears in his eyes. "I can't use my computers. They either don't work, or they short-circuit. My keyboard did this." He holds up his left palm. "The TV remote did this," he shows me his right palm which is a burn that extends to his wrist. "I don't know what's happening, and I don't know if I can say it's something unnatural, but something is wrong."
I turn at the waist to look at him. His hands look worse up close. Much, much worse. "Do they hurt?" I glance up at his face. "Do you need to go to the hospital?"
He shakes his head. "No. No, I'm fine. I'll be okay." As he moves, I notice that just under the collar of his shirt is another dark purple burn.
Before I can say anything, the door to the room opens. The assistant steps inside with her clipboard tucked under her arm. "We're ready for you," she says, and then her eyes fall onto Seth. "Oh, there you are. I'll take you both to the stage."
