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Victoria
The presence I felt now that I was in complete darkness of this hotel had me on edge, and I didn't know how Zak and the guys did this for a living. I stayed close to Zak's side as he led me upstairs to the second floor after consulting me about how I felt about it first. "If you get uncomfortable and you want to go downstairs, just tell me, okay?"
"I will. I don't feel as vulnerable as I was earlier." I nodded, reaching out to grab his sleeve to reassure myself that he wasn't too far away.
"Let me know if you're feeling anything. I don't want you to keep it to yourself."
"I will."
"Zak!" Nick shouted from upstairs. We had split up for the first half of the investigation - Zak and I going upstairs to switch with Nick and Aaron as they would now be investigating downstairs.
"What is it?"
"The chandelier is swinging, dude!" Aaron gasped.
"What?!"
"It's swinging!!"
"Isn't that what you wrote down on that paper earlier?" Zak asked me.
"Y-Yes..." I answered, now looking at his camera visor to see the chandelier swinging for myself. "Holy shit."
"Are you okay?"
"This is just all so weird, Zak," I sighed. "Why is this happening to me?"
"I wish I knew, sweetie, but I don't."
"It's either a blessing or a curse."
"Might be more of a blessing than you think," Zak shrugged. "TJ, are you the one moving that chandelier?" He asked aloud.
We sat for a few moments in silence before Zak reviewed the recorder. Nothing.
"What's that you have?" I asked him after he had motioned for me to hold his handheld camera.
"It's an SLS. It can map an apparition once it detects something," He answered. "TJ, if you're here, show us. Give us proof that you exist. Show yourself at the end of this hallway."
As if on command, a stick figure appeared at the end of the hallway directly underneath the chandelier. "Oh, my God!" I gasped, the image I was seeing making my stomachache.
