For you, i will

the sallie house

shane:
it amused me really, to see how scared ryan would get every time i messed with the flashlight. i'm surprised he didn't question my involvement with it, seeing as how the light flickered only when i asked it to. the least he could do is think it's a prank, the man practically has a heart attack when he hears wind, yet this he just accepts? but let me digress in my own thoughts...every time he got scared i swear he had the cutest look on his face, and i felt guilt for hoping he would get scared enough to need me to reassure him, maybe hold him until he stopped shaking so much. it was strange, really, but ever since we embarked on these trips together, i've been feeling myself losing more and more control of my feelings towards this man. the way he goes silent and freezes when he thinks he hears a ghost makes his face resemble that of a squirrel, and i found it utterly adorable. all i had wanted these past several days was a moment with ryan. just one. meaningful. moment. to let him know how i feel.

ryan:
oh god oh god oh god that flashlight. i swear every time i look over this footage i can't find any 'logical' explanation for what happened. there really was something else back in that sallie house. i found it somewhere on a line between suspicious and outright crazy that shane showed no fear during his actions. he just stood there and laughed as a demon claimed it wanted to EAT HIS HEART OUT. it's ridiculous how ignorant he is to fact; just because something hasn't been proven doesn't mean it won't be. i get too frustrated with that man. but what frustrates me most about him, honestly, is how i lose myself around him. we've been such close friends these past few years—even before the show, knowing him around the office—that i've gotten used to his presence. but lately, it's been different. since that night with him months ago when he opened up to me after his break up with sara; when he got drunk. so drunk that he held my hand while he cried, and begged me not to ever leave his side. the whole event is gone from his memory now, it could be so much as fiction, but i remember it clear as day, because that night i wiped the tears from his cheeks and placed a soft kiss on his lips. and he doesn't remember. he doesn't know. and it's been my little secret and OH SECRETS. i've let my mind wonder again this is getting insane. i need to focus on my plan. i believe that ghosts and demons are real, and with that logic, it would make complete sense if shane had some ties to these beings or even.. i sensed a chill trace down my spine... is one himself. i mean it's really ridiculous, i've known him for far too long for him to actually being a supernatural being. it wouldn't make sense. but, it wouldn't hurt to test my theory, would it? i could just call it a prank afterwards, we can laugh it off and look back on it one day. yes, i've decided. i'm going to find out whether or not shane madej is a demon.
that sounds very stupid of course he's not, saying it in my mind sounds ridiculous maybe i shouldn't even bother—
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ryan's phone lit up with a ring, interrupting his late night thoughts. it was shane, asking what time they were going to meet tomorrow for the shoot. ryan pondered for a moment, lost in his own plans, contemplating whether or not he should follow through with them.
"6:15" ryan replied to shane. he knew the crew wasn't going to come, he had lied about the whole shoot. even the building wasn't haunted, just abandoned. the guilt made him tense.
"alright, see you then, goodnight." shane replied to ryan's message, making his stomach drop for a reason he dismissed as guilt for his planned test, though he knew what it really was: butterflies.
ryan replied to shane's message with "goodnight", then got up and went to the kitchen. opening his pantry, he lifted a heavy bag and stared at it. the label read "20 lb Table Salt".
ryan sat down on the floor next to the bag, a light from a street lamp illuminating his face. he pretended the light was actually coming from the moon.
"i'm sorry if i find out something i'm not supposed to" he said out loud. "but i have to know the truth."