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Ghost Adventures fanfic! (pt. one) Nick looked at the map of the old asylum. The edges of the this paper curled around his fingertips as a bustle of figures passed him to set up the equipment for the nights investigation. It was a fairly large building with many different hallways and passages to underground tunnels. Each little turn took you deeper and deeper underground. Nick felt it very invigorating to imagine all the evidence they would capture that night. He was practically fuming with his excitement.
Zak on the other hand took it with a more serious demeanor. His stance was upright and proper with a stern look in his eyes as he told Aaron and a few other colleagues where to put the equipment. Zak sighed as he lugged a large suitcase full of monitors and electrical wires in it. He struggled to lift the heavy case barely two inches off the ground as he looked around for the help that wasn't around since everyone was already inside. Everyone accept Nick. Nick rushed to Zak's side to
Eyeless Jack x Jeff the Killer (part 4) Jack stumbled in the front door for the second week in a row, drunken and clueless. He hadn't an idea why Jeff would go back with BEN after what happened the last time they were together. BEN had left him for someone he'd only known a night. He cheated on Jeff with some girl he met at a bar and fro then on Jeff and BEN hadn't spoken. They had gone their separate ways, until that night BEN decided to waltz back into his life again.
Jack was fuming with a thick cloud of drunken anger. He shifted his glazed eyes up to the top of the stairs where Jeff stood with eyes full of frustration. Jack scoffed at his mere presence and laughed.
"W-Wud're you doin, up?" Jack slurred at him.
"Waiting for your drunken ass to get home!" Jeff yelled back as he trudged down each step, hitting his feet louder than usual to emphasize his anger.
Jeff walked up to jack and stared him right in the face. Dilated pupils staring into hollow sockets. Jack immediately swallowed all
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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