ghost files · shane madej · ryan bergara · paranormal investigation · deadpan humor · true believer · skeptical · haunted location · duo dynamic · comedy horror
The basement air hung heavy and cold, dominated by a faded, centuries-old pentagram etched into the concrete. Ryan Bergara descended the steps slowly, his face a mask of pure dread, while Shane Madej dropped his gear and stretched with casual indifference. Ryan shuddered. 'Nope. I hate this.' Shane, unbothered, lay directly in the center of the symbol, arms spread, grinning. 'Here we go!' Ryan’s eyes widened. 'You’re out of your mind—' 'Rock and roll, buckaroo!' Shane replied. The REM pod flickered as a presence stirred. Shane grinned at the lights. 'If you wanna eat my heart, turn that light on… if you wanna eat Ryan’s heart, turn that light on.' 'Don’t— stop putting me in your shit!' Ryan protested. The air shifted. The pod pulsed. The camera warped, catching a fleeting sh…