Caution

He just fucking lied.

I agreed to it, I said it was fine. If I really didn't want to do it then I would've left. But I said it was fine. But now he had me tied in a straightjacket, seemingly paralyzed in a chair, alone in the basement.

When I did it for the video with The Boys and Sam and Colby, that was different. I was able to at least attempt at leaving even if it meant I had to crawl up the stairs, but right here right now there was no way of me moving. Even if it didn't feel like it in the moment, I knew I would be fine in the end. That they would come back for me. And they did, because they care. Yes, I was absolutely mortified to be alone in the cellar of a haunted asylum, but I still went through with it and was fine even after my shoulder and ankle getting touched and all the equipment constantly going off. But I shouldn't have trusted him. I knew he was a shit guy from what he's already done to me but despite all my instincts telling me to decline, telling me to go home, I stayed and I listened and I let him talk me into him chaining me to a chair in the middle of his basement.

So basically what started this was my ex boyfriend saw the video that Sam and Colby uploaded, the one where I was put in a straightjacket in the basement of that one haunted asylum in Australia. After he watched it he called me up, which wasn't unusual for him since we were still in contact even after what he did since I believed he changed. But when he called me, it was less of a question for me to go over to his house and more of a "You better get your fucking ass over here right now." kind of tone. This is how the conversation went.

"Yo, whatcha need?" I said into the phone, I was just finished with getting my reaction to the cellar footage uploaded on one of my channels when he had called me.

"I just saw the new Sam and Colby video, the one with you getting the punishment?" Weird way to say it, but I knew what he meant.

"Yeah, what about it?" I was curious, he doesn't usually call me for this kind of stuff, it's usually the random gay fuckery even though I have a girlfriend.

"It reminded me of something. At my place, remember when I told you about hearing some freaky shit in the basement?"

"..Yeah? You said you though someone fuckin' broke in."

"Well I decided, why not do some research on the area? So I did that and guess fucking what man."

"...?"

"The shit I uncovered- There was a ritual performed on the premises where my house was built. Records don't say where, but I have reasons to believe it was, as ironic as it sounds, in the basement."

"Dude that's horrifying what the fuck?"

"I know! So what I did was buy an emf reader and one of the cheap ass rem pods and I went down there. I put the rem pod in the middle- Nothing happened. I walked around and got to this specific spot where the floor was a bit fucky like it got paved or painted over and the emf went up to a three which is the orange light. So I put the rem pod there, stepped back, and asked if anyone was in there."

"And was there?"

"The rem pod went off. I don't know if it was just being stupid or if there was actually something down there- But it freaked me the fuck out so I grabbed it and ran back up the stairs and shut the door."

"That's fucking wild man, you don't think you got a fuckin' demon in there?"

"God, I hope not, I'd shit myself."

"Hah, me too man. So why'd you call me about this?"

"Well I figured that since you have some experience with this stuff and being in a basement... alone... with equipment and... in a straightjacket-"