Dylan regarded the exchange between Darcy and the cop, careful to keep his expression neutral. He had thought that they would just enter the asylum on their own volition, just like they used to. He wasn't aware that Darcy had gotten permission for this, and he wondered how she did it.

"Hey Darcy, what exactly did you tell them we were doing here?" He asked.
He wasn't sure if they would have given her the go ahead if they knew what she wanted to do. But, then, he wasn't a beaurocrat.

@xXSINXx

Baxter followed the two up to the giant doors of the Asylum, glancing back over his shoulder, towards the gates, reminding himself to ask their cameraman to get a good shot of the exterior for the editing and introduction later. Turning his attention back to the building looming over them, jumping as the patrol car pulled up and blipped his siren once to announce his appearance. He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking somewhat uncomfortable with the authority figure. He tried not to look surprised as Darcy stepped up and explained their reasoning for being there. It really was a completely different situation, wasn't it? He was so used to them breaking and entering, sneaking in just to get what little footage they could and running away. This was... legit. It was a nice feeling.

"That... was awesome" he admitted, as the cop unlocked the door and headed away, glancing down to the girl, an admiring look on his face "you're getting really good at this" he added, giving her a playful, maybe even flirtatious nudge with his arm. "I hope those guys get here soon, I want to set up and get going before it gets too late" he said.

Darcy felt a bit of pride, enough to guve her a shy blush and a big smile, giggling a bit as Braxton nudged her."It wasn't an easy task, getting this set up was no easy task.." She then let out a sigh of exhaustion, thinking about the effort that had to be done to get to this point." three days of no sleep and tons of paperwork is a hassel. But this...this will pay off, I can feel it." Darcy had always been the one to feel things, even paranormal presence, and when she feels something its usually right. She had so many wonderful emotions going on, she knew tonight would change their future.

@Eveekitten@Spin The Wheel



Nora smirked at Jason, going along with his mischievous fun. I think we could catch Darcy and Bax off guard, Dyl though definitely has the ears of a bat, we'd have to be crafty, can the delinquent duo gets passed him is the question?" She was referring to Hason amd herself. A pair almost never seen without one another, Darcy giving them their team name. She laighed a bit and grabbed Jason's hand, pulling him into trying to sneak up on their friends, now creeping up along the bushline following the wall of the stairs Darcy and the others were waiting at.

@Dark Light

An eager grin rushed across Jason’s face. Nora knew it as the one he got when faced with an exciting challenge. Jason took her hand, the motion comfortable and natural, and crouched down as moved steadily towards his friends, watching his every step. He took the lead and slowed right down as they came to the end of their cover. Listening intently and breathing slowly. He looked back to Nora, hands still held, mischief painted on his face.

"You have got to be kidding me!" He could hear a banshee scream in the distance, it's voice mottled and echoing in the void of space.

Connor's bloodshot eyes flew wide open. As they stared straight ahead, he looked on in a blurry haze at a ball of light that spread out like a snowflake, slowly spinning around and around. There was something beautiful about it, like a luminescent kaleidoscope.

He could feel his heartbeat in his temples. His mouth was dry and seemingly sticky. As he tried to mentally recalibrate, he couldn't help but wonder just where in the hell he actually was. The sight looked familiar and, yet, it seemed wrong somehow.

"Dude!" the banshee screeched again, only this time the word sounded clearer, closer... "Why are you naked?!" It wasn't but a second later that the silhouette of the monster eclipsed the light from above and looked down upon him in rage. "Connor, you drunk asshole!" This banshee was mean. As Connor's pupils began to retract, the face of this berating enigma slowly came into focus. "Get off the couch! I just bought this thing!" shouted Connor's very upset roommate.

"That's not a pretty snowflake..." Connor managed to mutter hoarsely as he looked passed his furious roomie. It was a ceiling fan. His livingroom ceiling fan. He was in his apartment, he realized. Slowly, he sat up. His laptop was open in his lap, but that was just about the only thing covering his otherwise entirely naked body. His stare craned over to observe a nearly empty bottle of whisky that was spilled over onto the ground which was sure to become a source of future scoldings as soon as his roommate took notice.

"Seriously, dude, did you just get drunk and beat off all day?! ON MY COUCH?!" his roommate asked incredulously, still in his Best Buy uniform, no doubt having just finished his shift.

"I-I was off today! And the couch is awesome!" Connor cried, trying to defend himself. Sobriety had mostly returned, but it came with an ever-growing headache. As he tried to plea his case, he noticed his phone on the coffee table blinking. He quickly snatched it up and let his thumbs dance upon the screen before opening an unread text message. "Oh shit, I've gotta go," he said finally before pushing the laptop aside, fully exposing himself. His roommate shielded his own eyes as if he had accidentally looked directly into the sun.

"DUDE! Who's going to clean this up," he cried. Connor quickly ran into his room and grabbed whatever clothes he could get his hands on quickly - a pair of blue jeans, a black shirt with a cartoon penguin, a baseball cap and some well worn gray Vans - and stumbled toward the door of the apartment.

"Sorry, man, I'll take care of it when I get back," he quickly sputtered as he dove toward his camera case, snatching it up by the handle. He dashed out of the door and swung it shut behind him. As he began running down the corridor toward his truck, he could hear his roommate shouting obscenities in the background. Connor couldn't help but grin.

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Sorry, was asleep - OMW

Connor's thumb pressed the SEND button on his phone as his truck barreled through the rain. Not the safest driving habit, but he was trying to make up time as best he could. He opened up the console and popped open a tin of Altoids before shoving half of them in his mouth in a poor attempt to drown out the stench of whisky. As soon as he got the information about the asylum, he quickly plugged it into his GPS and followed the directions of the kind robot lady who spoke to him through his phone's speaker.

It wasn't too long before he saw the opened gates and, in the distance, the majority of the crew. He pulled his truck off to the side to park, grabbed his camera case, and pulled himself out before slamming his door shut. Despite having driven, he was somehow slightly out of breath as he trotted up to Darcy, Baxtor and Dylan.

"So sorry, guys. Roomie got this new couch and I fell asleep on it and it's this whole thing," he huffed, looking exasperated. His eyes then trailed off to the asylum itself and he couldn't help his mouth from dropping open in awe. "Holy crap, this is the real deal, huh?" The place already looked creepy as hell.

Dylan turned as Connor arrived and shot him a quick grin.
"Hey Connor, you're right on time." He said to him.
Connor wasn't his best friend but he knew how to find good movies, and Dylan was happy to see him after so long. This was shaping up to be a good night.
"Just waiting on Nora and Jason to get here. Not sure what's taking them so long."

Nora and Jason waited for the perfect moment, when the right amount of silence was there, they both jumped out at their group of friends with a loud yell, hoping to catch them off guard, unaware that Conner was long with them.



"Man you look like hell Conner,Here.. She tossed him a coffee energy drink from her bag before taking a step closer to him, giving Conner a feiendly pat on the cheeck."Gotta sober up bud, shits gonna kill you one day." She knew Conner the least amount of time but still well enough to care for his well being. As the air grew silent as Jason and Nora tried to care them. Darcy jumped a bit but didn't scream as she was used to their mischief.
" And the Delinquent Duo arrives!... Now that were all here and ready.. Let's get spooky.." Darcy said with a smirk pushing through the old crickety doors of the Aslyum, leading her group in.

@Rekker@Dark Light@Eveekitten

Connor

Connor gave Dylan a playful wink when the latter commented on his punctuality. There was something really great about having the ol' Raccoon Rumbler as a buddy. Dylan never seemed like the type of guy that would judge you and was generally a lot of fun to rap with when it came to breaking down and analyzing flicks.

He then did his best yearbook pose, coupled with the cheesiest of grins, when Darcy commented on his presentability. He knew it came from a place of love and, subsequently, happily accepted the energy drink tossed his way. Even though this group was here tonight on 'business', there was definitely a familial bond to some degree. It always seemed like they were looking out for one another, without even having to ask. As Connor cracked open the container and raised the drink to his lips, he warmly reflected upon that notion...

...until a two-toned roar erupted from behind them! As Connor's nostrils erupted in twin sprays of mocha-frappe-snot, he gagged for a moment and bent over, allowing his facial orifices to drain onto the ground. As he looked up, he could see Nora and Jason seemingly all too proud of themselves for the fright.

"Jeebus, guys!" he managed between a couple of awkward burps and unwieldy laughter. As he tried to regain composure, he stood up straight and wiped his face with his sleeve before taking in a big sniff. "Coffee tastes weird when it's in your nose. Do. Not. Recommend." He then wiggled his nostrils nervously like a rabbit and looked on as Darcy headed toward the doors. This was it. Go time.

Connor gestured for the rest of the team to move on ahead of him into the big haunted building like a gentleman would. Or like a coward would. It was definitely one or the other...

Baxter glanced up as he heard the quickened foot-steps of Connor behind them, a grin appearing on his face as he took in the guy's disheveled appearance. "At last! Where ya' been, man?" he asked as the guy made his way up and Darcy handed him a coffee energy drink. "Gotta be bright eye'd and bushy tailed, ya know" he added, with a cute sideways smirk.

At that moment, he spotted the two Jason and Nora as they slunk their way along the side of the building towards them, though none of the other's seemed to notice. He kept silent, unable to hide his small laugh before they bounced out, roaring loudly. He watched as Darcy jumped a bit, but started laughing at Connor's reaction, who probably hadn't even known that the two were already here somewhere. "You good, Connor?" he asked, as he clasped him on the shoulder.

Finally, he turned his focus back on the building, looming over above them. "'Ay, Connor, you gonna come with me and map out camera, locations?" he asked, glancing back towards his friend with a slight smile. "We might even catch something cool just on an initial sweep"

As Darcy stepped through the doors, closing her eyes and breathing in as she feels out the lobby. She stood for a moment with an almost disturbed look on her face as a flood of terrible emotions, fear, agony, pain, and anger all flooded into her. It was almost overwhelming to her but she tried her best to continue, trying to get some sort of connection. Darcy then groaned a bit as a slight pain ereged in her head, seemingly getring worse the more she attempted to feel, almost like something didn't want her to.

She suddenly felt disorientation as a gust of wind blew through the broken windows, echoing and eerie wail throughout the lobby. The entire vibe there felt dark. The air was heavy with dust, cobwebs draped off old wooden awnings of the multple hall entrances. Few old wooden benches were intact whille others rotted and broken. The tiling of the floor racked and chipped from ware and abandonment. This place looked and felt like lingering death. Darcy turned to the others after getting her barings, feeling a bit drained.There's definitely something here.." She said, now messaging her temples to dull the slight pain.



Nora took an EMF Detector out of her tech bag and began pacing around the room as her device fluctuates a series of click patterns. She finally stops before a hall to the left of the lobby, her devives now clicking raoidly as she points the antenna toards the end of the long dark hallyway."Woah this is nuts.. Guys we definitely got a spike here.." she said before flashing her tac mini flashlight down the hall, revealing a couple of wheel chairs, a gurney and some other indistinguishable rubble.

Dylan could see that there was something... off about the asylum. Maybe it was leftover adrenaline from the scare he had been subjected to just moments earlier but he felt like he was being watched. It could have just been him, but Darcy seemed to be feeling something too. So, he decided to try lighten the mood a bit.
"Yeah, this is pretty spooky, but I'm more worried about the Jason and Nora jumpscare house right now." Dylan said to the group.

He got a torch out of his pack as Nora took hers and began scanning the area.
"Got a floorplan or anything like that?" He asked Darcy. "If you don't we might have to split up to look around."

Connor

"'Ay, Connor, you gonna come with me and map out camera, locations? We might even catch something cool just on an initial sweep"

"Oh captain, my captain," Connor responded with a salute and a subtle lift of the camera case he had in tow. Despite his rough exterior, he was ready to go to work.

As he made his way into the place, there was a definitely density in the air. It was akin to a retirement home, in a way. It was like a humid feeling of old age that seemed almost palpable. There was no doubt that this institution was rich in history.

He then heard Dylan's suggestion about splitting up and slowly shook his head in utter disappointment.

"Bro, you're completely disregarding Rule Number 2," he explained in jest. "I'm fairly certain we've all lost our V card, so death is obviously imminent. Now you want us to split up in the haunted sanitarium OF HELL?!" He let the point sit for a beat or two before finally adding, "but, yeah, he's totally right. We should definitely split up if we're going to map out our stills." His crooked grin left no doubt that he was amused with himself. "Shotgun Baxy!" he exclaimed, claiming his initial partner. "We go left and you go right?" His question was posed to Dylan, his comrade in camerasmithing. This place was not small and running the layout was going to take a decent amount of time.

After hearing Nora's revelation about the EMF readings, Connor raised an inquisitive eyebrow. As his eyes darted around the dark and dank lobby, he silently questioned whether or not this would truly be it. Would this finally be the real deal? Only time, and camera footage, would tell.

Once Jason was done chuckling with his boyish charm, amused by his own antics, he made his greetings with the others and and began looking around. He only half caught the conversation behind him as he went around the reception desk to study it. Cockroaches scuttled out from beneath it, disturbed by his footsteps, disappearing into the darkness that clung in each and every corner of the room. The wooden surface of the table was half rotting and most electricals had been taken long ago. An old blocky spin-dial phone still sat upon the desk covered in dust and cobwebs causing him to raise the question.

”How old is this place and how long has it been abandoned?”

After blowing the dust from the old relic he lift the chunky earpiece and put it near the side of his head saying ”hello” as he did. His face dropped as the smile vanished rom his lips. Wide eyed he stood completely still for a solid moment until eyes from the others eventually fell on his still form. He pulled the phone away from his head. ”Guys..” He stammered, holding out the ear piece.
”It.. it’s for you.”

Then unable to contain it any more a thin smile tugged at his lips.
”The voices are saying that you should have seen the looks on your faces when we scared ya!” another self amused chuckle followed, dampened by the seriousness he had interrupted. He put the phone down and continued to study the desk.
Beneath the desk was a draw, and as he grabbed the handle to open it the wooden knob crumbled off.

”Damn.” he muttered, kneeling down and trying to find enough grip on the flat surface to drag it open. ”what secrets are you hiding from me?” he asked the draw curiously.

He was happy to be out of view from the others, so they could not see the serious puzzled concern take hold of his face. He had heard something in that phone. Was it just interference with the old lines. A static caused by the movement of cables, maybe something deteriorating. He pushed it from his mind.
He was too sober to be hearing things so the solution was to NOT be sober. Giving up on the draw he stood up and called out.

”Heading back to the mothership for a min, just gotta get some things and set the parking cameras.”

Dylan nodded to Connor. Splitting up was usually unwise in a horror movie, but this wasn't a horror movie. If it was dangerous to be in the asylum they probably wouldn't have been allowed in. Probably. As he shone the torch towards the left part and couldn't help wonder if it was really that safe. But this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for the group and he didn't want to let his friends down.
"Hey Nora, how many cameras do we have to set up?" Dylan asked.

Darcy was just shaking off the feeling in her head as Dyl spoke to her."I think we sould split up and find good camera spots and device zones. We have five tripod cams, two protable cams, and ine infared cam. Nora has with her a Spirit box, and a few EMF Detectors." she then looked over at Baxter. Baxter, you and Nora team up, I'll scope out the main lobby and hall into the foyer."

They all then split up, Darcy walking lightly down the main hall with graceful strikes with her hands off her sides, feeling for more connections. This was a bit bold for her, yes she may be able to feel a spiritual presence but this also left her vanurable to paranormal entities. She continued into the foyer, now disappearing into complete darkness. She hugged the wall and used it to guide her as she went up a flight of steps, ascending to the second floor. At that point, Darcy heard terrible screaming, over and over it repeated as It was all in her head as another spirit was fighting her. Her headache got worse and she dropped to her knees, trying to power through it all.



Nora gave a nod and motioned for Baxter to come over. She handed him am EMF Detector as she stood infront of the hall she scanned."We're gonna scooe this hall, break away if we need to, depending on what our detecors read. We can map some hot zones." she then tossed Dyl an EMF Detector as well."You boys take this, it will help you find some hot zones for cams." She sais beofre leading Baxter down the hall slowly, scanning around with her EMF Detector.

Dylan nodded to Darcy as she told them what to do and picked up his share of the cameras before making off after her. They journeyed into the foyer, the shadows growing thicker as the night wore on. As they ventured into almost total darkness he took a torch out of his pack and lit it, the bright yellow light providing a welcome - if small - relief from the blanket of darkness. The asylum was darker even than the night sky that could be glimpsed through the broken windows; the darkness denied even the starlight from entering its domain. In spite of this, Darcy remained ahead of Dylan, as if the darkness didn't bother her at all.

He had seen this state of hers a few times over the course of their friendship. He wasn't sure what it entailed but usually just let her concentrate. It was usually harmless and she'd break out of it eventually. This time, however, was different. As Dylan shone the torch ahead, Darcy suddenly stopped and clutched her head. In a rush, Dylan set down the equipment and rushed to where she was.
"Darcy, what's wrong? What's happening to you?"

Connor

Connor began pulling his camera out of its case. It was one he invested an inordinate amount of money in. Crisp picture, built-in flashlight, night vision mode and the entire device was surprisingly light weight and portable. As he turned it on, a small electronic hiss escaped the machine.

"She's alive," he said, mostly to himself as the others were discussing something behind him. He then dug into the camera case and pulled out two battery packs, tossing them into his back pockets. He would surely need each of them for a full-night investigation. Especially if activity began to pickup. Otherworldly entities have been prone to, on occasion, sap the juice out of electronics in order to manifest. He wanted to be prepared in case that happened.

"Camera, check," he whispered. "Battery packs, check." He them began patting himself down. "Cell phone, check. Rosary..." He said as he pulled one out from his pocket. While he was not a practicing Catholic, he still harbored a bit of faith and the item just felt like an extra bit of protection, just in case. As he draped it around his neck, he took in a slow breath and exhaled. "...check. Alright, ladies and gents! I think I'm rea-"

As he turned around to address his fellow investigators, he found that he was left completely alone in the lobby.

"Oh, what the fuck!" he cried out. "The camera guy?! Y'all leave without one of the camera guys?" He then shook his head and huffed. "Screw it. I'll find a phantom on my own!" He then pulled out his cell phone and began typing with his thumb into the group message.

I see how it is. JERKS!

j/k luvyabaiii~

With that, he hit a button on the camera that toggled the frontside bulb, blasting a cone of bright light just ahead of him. He held the camera down at chest level, trusting his own eyes more than the display screen. As he scanned the doors, he saw a twin set with a diagram of a man on one and a woman on the other. Restrooms, he thought to himself. Don't mind if I do. He hadn't relieved himself since before he crashed on the couch. With the whisky and the energy drink teaming up, it was high time for a drain.

Cautiously, he opened the door and proceeded inside the Men's room. In an instant, he knew something had died in there. Or, at least, it smelled like it.

"Hooo-hoo that is rank!" he stammered, his face contorted. He tried his best not to breath, letting only little shallow exhales escape. "Quick... sweep... then... bail..." The tiled floor was splotchy with grime and other mysterious substances. The stalls were crooked, looking as if they could topple over at a moment's notice. Only one of the three even had a door still connected to it. The mirror above the sinks was cracked in the corner with smears upon it like someone took their muddy hand and just dragged it across. Oh wait... maybe that's not mud. The sudden realization made Connor double over and gag. After a bit of a fit, he spit out the accumulated saliva and stood up straight once more.

"Okay," he shouted. "Any ghost in here? I don't know why there would be. This would be the last freaking place I would choose to haunt! If there is anyone in here, now is your chance! Make yourself known!" He then held his breath and tried to be completely silent as he scanned the room, switching between his naked eyes and the display screen on the camera.

Nothing.

"Alright, sayonara, shit hole," he said before quickly ducking out. Once he was back in the lobby, he took in a huge breath, trying to flush out the polluted air that was now in his lungs. "Jeebus," he said finally. He slowly craned his head over until the sight of the Women's room enveloped his vision. He still had to pee.

As he took four more quick breaths, he pinched his nose, kicked the door in and proceeded inside.

All at once everyone’s phone went off, ringtones and vibrations breaking the eerie silence that nested over the asylum. It was Jason, having finished setting up on his end he started a group chat.

”Ok Scooby squad, link me into what ever cameras you got or at least face your phone camera in the right direction. Talking to you Darcy.
And don’t mute me again Connor, I’ll cycle through the channels and only talk to ya one at a time.”

There was a pause followed by the faint sound of a keyboard clacking away punctuated by what could only be the swooshing of a bottle being put down.
After a gasp Jason continued. ”Ok, everyone, headphones in test the connection and tell me where your at. This maps a bit outdated so I’ll try update it live as you go. Who’s carrying the laser measurer?”

Jason was sitting in the back of mothership, the bed folded away and replaced with a table and chairs. On the table were two laptops and a spare, larger monitor connected to the wall. The larger monitor was divided into screens for each camera he was connected too, be it simple phones or more professional recording equipment. He even had visage of the cars and front door due to the cameras set up on his roof.

One of the laptops held a digital file of all of Darcy’s findings on the place and Jason was slowly making his way through it. The last laptop controlled the group meeting and who he was talking too when. It also held the sound and audio analysis software should he need to teplay or study anything but right now it was simply being used to play metal music through only his left headphone so none else could hear it when he talked to them.

While everyone made their checks and set up, Jason continued to swig away at his second bottle of bear while rotating between various apps on his phone. Namely Tinder, Insta and reddit.

Darcy was too far into this trance to even hear Dyl or note his existence. I her mind was flooded with what seemed like terrible nightmares. She sat there rocking back and forth with tears streaming from her eyes as she whimpered as if she was experiancing fear and paranoia. Luckily Jason had sent out a text to everyone causing Darcy's phone to go off, snapping her back to normal.

"Dyl? What happened lad??" She asked, still breathing havy with fresh tears in her eyes as she was still experiancing mild disorientation. She slowly read Jason's text and she turned on her phone cam, breifly showing her distraught face before chaning the mode to the back cam, showing her and Dyl was on the second floor just by the stair well.

As her breathing calmed, she stood up with her cam infront of her and with a quick sniffle, she spoke."Darcy Cam be up and runnin' mate." She tried to remain calm and hife the fact she just went through a terrible experiance. "Me n' Dyl be scopin' the scond floor, had a wee connection woth a spooke me thinks."

@Spin The Wheel@Dark Light


Nora already had her phone camera rolling as she continued down the dark hall with her EMF. She had to turn on her phones light to see and illuminate the hall for the camera, rapid clicking from her EMF Detector soundednoff as she found the way down to the basement." The laser measures' one hun." She said, now pushing open the heavy iron door, making an eerie screaching sound as the old metal moved. At this point her Emf was off the charts.

Little did she know, The Shade was there with her and once it revealed its bright red eyes, she was pushed back by an unknown force that sent her right out the basement door, abruptly slamming it in her face.. Woah... The fuck was that, You catch that Jason??

Jason hadn’t caught what happened to Nora, he was busy texting Darcy after seeing her tear stained face. He couldn’t help but worry.

‘U ok? Don’t push yourself! Get out if needed. Got a drink waitin for ya.’

Was what his txt message said.

”Sorry Nors, I missed it, backing up the camera’s now. See if we caught anything.” he said into the microphone after switching to Nora and Baxter’s channel. He brought up both their streams and rewound them, going silent as he played them back in slow motion through various filters.
A shiver pierced his spine as even while slowed down he heard that sound again from before. The same one that ran through that old disconnect phone but now it was in his headphones.
Something subtle, something soft and barely there, a quiet whisper. It was like a mix of a distant screech crossed with nails being dragged over a chalkboard, or a scowl of a cat, all hidden beneath faint croaky static.

How could it be here, in this playback at this exact slowed down speed. If he adjusted the nob one way or the other it disappeared. It made no sense. His thoughts were pulled back to the screen.

”Ah, sorry Nors. Got some heavy visual and audio interruption happi... wait... what’s that.”
Then there was a ‘Click’. ‘Click’ over the phone as Jason tapped on his keyboard.
“Oh.” he whispered in disbelief.

A moment later his voice came back a little shaken. ”As I said, the feed musta dropped out for a second but it somehow imprinted one of you guys in the static, I can see a blurry silhouette but not much else, or is that Connor with you guys? Anyway the weirdest thing is I’ve got this really vague colourless static image but it’s gone and given him red-eye in one of the frames just before you left the room and slammed the door. Fuck, I hope you didn’t leave Connor in there? What are you guys playing at Nors?”