Metallica one shots and headcannons

Beware- (Kirk Hammett one shot)

Warnings: Paranormal Activity/Haunting, Violence/Injury, Blood and Injury Detail, Entity Threat, Fear and Suspense

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 The church was colder than I expected.

The moment I stepped through the creaking wooden doors, a chill crawled up my spine, as if the air inside was thicker, heavier than it should have been. I adjusted the camera in my hands, trying to steady the shaky lens. My breath hung in the air as I took a deep breath, ignoring the uneasy feeling growing in the pit of my stomach.

"This is it, guys," I said, forcing a calmness into my voice. It echoed in the empty space. "Saint Anselm's Church. Abandoned for decades. People have disappeared here. Paranormal activity. Tonight, I'm going to uncover why."

I swept the camera across the room, taking in the dimness, the decaying wood of the pews, the flickering light from the few broken windows. The altar at the far end was draped in shadows, and the stone floor looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. Despite the coolness of the room, it felt stifling, like the air had been locked in here for too long.

The headache began almost immediately.

It was just a dull throb at first, nothing to worry about. Maybe I was dehydrated or tired. But the deeper I walked into the church, the sharper the pain grew. My temples pounded, and every step felt heavier.

I pressed my fingers to my forehead, hoping it would pass. I was here to get footage. I couldn't back out now.

"I'm fine," I muttered under my breath, turning the camera to capture the altar. The EMF detector in my bag wasn't picking up anything unusual—no signs of paranormal activity yet, but the air was growing colder. Unnaturally so.

But the pain wasn't going away.

It worsened, like something inside my skull was twisting, grinding against my bones. A sharp, pulsing ache that made it hard to focus. I staggered toward the altar, hoping that maybe moving around would help.

As I passed the old confessional booth, the pain hit me like a blow to the head.

I gasped, dropping to my knees, my hands gripping my skull. The pressure was unbearable. My vision blurred, and my breath became ragged. I couldn't even think straight, and I felt like the world was spinning around me.

This isn't normal.

Something was wrong.

I staggered back up to my feet, desperate to regain some control, but the dragging sound echoed through the room, cold and ominous.

I turned sharply, my flashlight flickering as I swung it across the dark expanse of the church. The beam landed on nothing but shadow.

"Hello?" I called out, my voice unsteady. It felt too loud in the heavy silence. "Is anyone here? I'm just filming..."