famous[Colby Brock fanfic]

Chapter 2

The Interview

The following week was a whirlwind. The footage from the investigation—a grainy but unmistakable image of the tall shadowy figure—went viral almost overnight. Comments flooded in on Sam and Colby’s channel, ranging from astonishment to fear, with countless fans demanding one thing: an interview with Aliyah, the psychic who had helped them escape.

At first, Celina wasn’t sure if Aliyah would agree. Her cousin was private, preferring to stay behind the scenes, but after some coaxing and a heartfelt plea from Celina, Aliyah finally relented.

The day of the interview, Sam and Colby transformed their living room into a makeshift studio. Soft lighting illuminated the room, and cameras were strategically placed to capture every angle. Celina sat on one end of the couch, Kris beside her, while Sam and Colby set up across from them, leaving a space in the middle for Aliyah.

When Aliyah arrived, there was a hush in the room. She stepped in, her presence calm and commanding. Her long dark hair was pulled back, and she wore a simple white blouse, her aura serene yet powerful.

“You must be Aliyah,” Colby said, extending a hand.

Aliyah smiled politely, shaking his hand. “And you must be the ones who don’t listen to warnings.”

The room burst into laughter, breaking the tension.

“Fair point,” Sam said, grinning as he motioned for her to sit.

Once everyone was settled, the cameras rolled, and Sam started the interview.

“Alright, guys,” Sam began, his voice energetic. “Welcome back to the channel! Today, we have a very special guest—the psychic who saved our butts last week, Aliyah. Let’s give her a warm welcome!”

Fans in the live chat flooded the screen with messages:

"QUEEN ALIYAH!!!"
"She’s the real MVP!"
"Can we talk about how calm she sounds even after that shadow thing?!"

Colby leaned forward, his expression curious. “So, Aliyah, let’s start with the obvious question. How did you know something was going to happen at the asylum?”

Aliyah hesitated for a moment, glancing at Celina before answering. “I had a dream,” she said simply. “In it, I saw Celina, Kris, and both of you walking into that place. There was a...presence there, something dark. It was watching you. And as the dream progressed, I realized it wasn’t just observing—it was waiting to act.”

Sam nodded, his brow furrowed. “So, when you called Celina, you were trying to warn her?”

“Exactly,” Aliyah said. “I don’t always have control over these visions, but when I do, they’re usually warnings. And when Celina called me during the investigation, I could feel that the entity was feeding off your fear. That’s why I said the prayer. To disrupt its hold on you.”

Kris chimed in, her voice serious. “That prayer...it worked. We felt the shift immediately, like a weight lifting off of us. But how did you know it would work?”

Aliyah smiled faintly. “It’s not about knowing; it’s about faith. Prayers and protective rituals draw on universal energies—light, love, and strength. They repel darkness because darkness thrives on fear and doubt. The moment you stop feeding it, it loses its power.”

The room fell silent as her words sank in. Even Sam and Colby, known for their skepticism despite their paranormal adventures, looked impressed.

Colby leaned back, his tone lighter. “Okay, real talk—how do you stay so calm when dealing with stuff like this? If that shadow thing showed up in my dream, I’d probably never sleep again.”