This is a story of my friends and I, and the worst experience we have ever had. This is story of me, a paranormal investagater and the cave with the ghost of Albert Cunningham. It all stared about a year ago when I got a call from a huge buisness man who in the city and owned his own personal island. His name was Rawn. I quickly ran to get my camera man, Kai and we booked ourselves a plane ticket to fly all the way New York. Little did I know that this big break for my show would end up being on of the worst few days of my entire life.
