The Last One | Project Fear

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

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Needless to say, I didn't exactly handle everything.

We had gotten into the prison and only walked twenty feet before I hit the ground, curtesy of nearly being attacked by a bird. I was too busy focusing on how heavy the camera felt in my hand and how my friends were all hanging out without me. When we got to the auditorium, we couldn't open it and then heard a loud bang on the door that sent me screaming and running. It happened twice, and the second time, I was totally and completely embarrassed to have Dakota and Tanner tell me that I couldn't show that much fear.

They weren't upset, but they were right. I wasn't in the right headspace.

After that, we'd gone up to the hospital and went fairly quiet. It got cold, Dakota felt weird, and I was genuinely freaked out. Then I ended up wandering into the auditorium from the third floor. We actually went quiet there and heard scuffling footsteps. Tanner dropped his flashlight, scaring the absolute shit out of us, and then started to complain that his throat was getting tight. He started to cough—and I mean, cough—and he ended up taking his inhaler at my pleading. We took a short break in the gear room before heading back to the investigation.

It had started raining as we made our way to the death row cells. I suggested that we all take seats in the open cells, mostly hoping to show the eventual viewers that I wasn't a complete wuss and could think up some good ideas. Alex ended up hearing more scuffling footsteps that freaked us all out. Then, Dakota took out the Ovilus, but we got no responses.

We went to the last building, which housed the Hole. We went and sat in different cells again and started to hear banging and movement from above us. Dakota tried to investigate, but couldn't find what had caused it. Then, we headed back to the gear room, where Dakota gave me a Polaroid camera, instructing me to take pictures with it when we got to James Earl Ray's cell. We started using the Ovilus as well and got words such as "entire" and "mommy," which made me incredibly uncomfortable.

This spirit was singling me out because I was a woman. I was encouraged to try and talk to him, but didn't really get anything until we were about to leave. His final word? "Kiss." I told him straight up I didn't think he was the kind of man I'd like to kiss and I might have called him an asshole.

Now, we're back in the gear room about to choose sleeping arrangements.

"This is my experiment on fear, so we are all going to separate and sleep alone," Dakota says and I crinkle my nose at how he pronounces experiment. God, that's something we're going to have to discuss eventually. "You guys know this. We all have agreed on this. I think we'll all experience a lot more activity when we're alone, so what do you guys think are the three scariest rooms? I'll say mine. I think the James Earl Ray room is the scariest. That, to me, seemed like one of the more active rooms. What about you, what's your scariest?"

His question was directed to me. I answer, "My absolute scariest was the . . . hospital, like, emergency area."

"Yeah, the hospital," Dakota agrees. "Okay, yeah, the hospital sucked. So scary."