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Twenty-five

The sun was setting over L.A., casting long shadows across the city. Colby and I had just finished filming a new video for my channel when he brought up a mischievous idea.

"Blair," he began with a teasing grin, "you know how you're always making me be in your videos?"

I raised an eyebrow, knowing where this was going. "Yeah, what about it?"

He leaned in, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, it's about time you returned the favor."

I tilted my head, playing along. "Oh? And what do you have in mind?"

Colby's grin widened. "Sam and I are planning to film a video exploring this old haunted jail we found. It's supposed to be really creepy, and I think it'd be fun if you joined us. We could use your charm and expertise to make the video even better."

I hesitated for a moment, my heart racing at the thought of a haunted jail. The idea of exploring a spooky location was thrilling but also daunting. "I don't know, Colby. Haunted places aren't really my thing."

Colby pouted playfully. "Come on, Blair. It'll be fun! Plus, you owe me for all the times I've helped you with your videos."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "You're impossible. Fine, I'll do it. But only if you promise not to scare me too much."

"Deal!" Colby said, clearly pleased. "Sam and I are going to pick up some equipment and snacks. We'll head out in about an hour. Be ready for some adventure!"

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An hour later, I found myself in Colby's car, heading toward the outskirts of the city where the old jail was located. Colby was in the passenger seat, excitedly chatting about the night's plans, while I tried to focus on the road ahead, my nerves starting to get the better of me.

When we arrived at the jail, the place was even creepier than I had imagined. The building loomed before us, its broken windows and decaying walls giving it a foreboding presence. The sun had set, leaving only the moon and the occasional flicker of streetlights to illuminate the area.

Sam was already there, setting up cameras and lighting equipment. He looked up and gave us a thumbs-up as we approached. "Hey, Blair! Glad you could make it. Colby's been trying to convince me all day that this would be a great idea."

I smiled weakly, trying to mask my nervousness. "Yeah, well, Colby has a way of getting his way."

Colby laughed and slapped me on the back. "You'll be fine, Blair. It's all in good fun."

As we entered the jail, the air grew colder, and the sound of our footsteps echoed through the empty hallways. The place was enormous, with long corridors, decrepit cells, and old metal bars that creaked ominously.

Sam started filming right away, capturing our reactions as we explored. Colby and I followed him, trying to keep up with his rapid pace as he moved from room to room. The atmosphere was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional scurrying of rats or the distant groan of the building settling.

In one of the larger cells, Sam set up a makeshift "interview" area with a couple of chairs and a table. We all sat down, and Colby began narrating, giving a spooky background about the jail's history and its alleged hauntings.

"Alright, Blair," Colby said, leaning over with a grin. "Time for you to do your part. What do you think of this place?"

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "It's definitely... creepy. I can see why people would think it's haunted. The atmosphere here is really unsettling."

As we continued to explore, the unease I felt grew. Every shadow seemed to shift, every sound felt amplified. My imagination was working overtime, conjuring up ghosts and ghouls from the dark corners of the jail.

In one particularly dimly lit corridor, a sudden gust of wind howled through the hall, causing a set of chains to rattle violently. I jumped, grabbing onto Colby's arm in a moment of pure instinct.

Colby looked at me with wide eyes, clearly surprised by my reaction. "Hey, it's okay. It's probably just the wind."

I clung to his arm, trying to steady my breathing. "I know, I know. I just—didn't expect that."

Colby's expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on mine. "It's alright, Blair. We're in this together."

Sam chuckled from behind the camera. "Looks like Colby's found his role as your personal bodyguard."

I laughed nervously, trying to shake off the fear. "Yeah, something like that."

As the night wore on, Colby remained close by, his presence a constant source of comfort. We ventured deeper into the jail, exploring abandoned offices, dusty cells, and darkened hallways. The further we went, the more I found myself relying on Colby's support.

At one point, we stumbled upon an old, rusted ladder leading to the upper levels of the jail. Sam eagerly climbed up, with Colby and me following cautiously. The upper levels were even more dilapidated, with broken windows and a crumbling floor.

Colby, ever the trooper, made light of the situation with his jokes and playful teasing, which helped keep my mind off the creeping dread. He kept his arm around me as we walked, making sure I was steady on my feet.

At the end of the night, we packed up our equipment and headed back to the car. Sam was already buzzing with excitement about the footage they had captured, and Colby seemed exhilarated by the adventure.

"So, Blair," Colby said as we drove home, "how was your first haunted jail experience?"

I turned to him, feeling a mix of relief and satisfaction. "It was definitely an experience. I didn't expect to be so scared, but I'm glad I had you there. Thanks for sticking by me."

Colby smiled, his eyes warm. "Anytime. I had fun, too. And you did great, even if you were a bit of a scaredy-cat."

I playfully swatted him on the arm. "Hey, I'm not a scaredy-cat. I just didn't expect it to be so... intense."

As we arrived back at the house, Colby and Sam began unloading the equipment. I was exhausted but also exhilarated. The adrenaline from the night's adventure was still coursing through my veins.

I thanked Colby and Sam for the night and headed to my room. As I lay in bed, replaying the events of the evening, I found myself reflecting on how much Colby's presence had meant to me. His support and humor had been a lifeline, making the frightening experience more manageable.

As I drifted off to sleep, my thoughts lingered on Colby and the unexpected comfort I had found in his company. Despite the fear and uncertainty, the night had also been a reminder of how much I valued our friendship—and perhaps how it was evolving into something deeper.