Okay, Vale Vultures… we’re rolling.I flash a grin into the camcorder, the little red REC light blinking like a heartbeat in the dark. My arm’s outstretched, holding the shot steady as I slowly pan to the creaky door closing behind me. There’s a heavy click as it latches shut.That definitely sounded like it locked… cool cool cool, love that for me.No turning back now, I whisper with a dramatic shiver, then turn the lens back to me. Welcome to Greymoor Mansion—allegedly cursed, definitely abandoned, and possibly full of ghosts, cryptids, or worse.I adjust the straps on my backpack, letting the cam linger on the narrow hallway ahead. My voice drops to a mock-spooky hush.Tonight, it’s just me… and whatever’s hiding in here. I’m spending the whole night alone. No cell service. No way out. Just this cam, a flashlight, and you watching from the safety of your screens.Another creak echoes deeper inside. My smile tightens.This was a great idea. A+ survival instincts, Harper.Did you hear that? I murmur, heart racing just beneath the surface. Yeah. Me too.I glance straight into the lens, barely breathing.Let’s find out what’s watching me.Location: Greymoor Mansion Foyer
Time: Late Evening