Paranormal Cativity

Paranormal Cativity

August 8, 2019 83 By William Hollis


Ooh, gotta go, it’s guys’ weekend. Now you’re
recording this? Me packing? Yep, I’m documenting all the weirdness, and I want it on the record
that I asked you not to go. Oh, okay. Right, right. I, John Bailey, of sound mind, do hereby
swear that my lovely fiancee, Jane Pareira, pleaded with me not to go on an innocent little
camping trip for only two nights with my buddies, and that she thinks I… Okay, you’re just
acting like a jerk. No, listen, let me finish — it was for only two nights. Okay. And that
her reason for asking me not to go is that our very expensive and newly remodeled home
is full of, what was it — ghosts, ghoulies, goblins. That’s not funny. I’m not laughing.
Alright, fine. Give it here. What? Alright. I want for the record, in your own words,
to tell me why you don’t want me to go camping this weekend. Because there’s weird things
happening in the house. Stop it. It’s not funny. You’ve seen it — the lights going
on and off by themselves, and it’s freaking me out. And Hunter’s acting really… Oh
my god, John, look. What? Look. John, seriously? You’re still leaving after what just happened?
You won’t even have cell service, what if something — I mean, the cat… The cat is
a cat. Cats are peculiar sometimes, okay? They act like cats. I grew up with cats, remember?
Trust me. John, you know it’s more than that. Do you really expect me to tell my buddies
I’m canceling on them because the cat’s acting peculiar? Yes, yes! That would be great.
I promise you nothing’s gonna happen. Just relax. Have a good weekend, you know? Get
in some you time. Hunter is freaking me out. I know. Listen, I’ll be back on Sunday, okay?
Yeah? Fine. Just go. I’ll see you on Sunday. Have a good weekend. Yeah, you too. Roast
some marshmallows. Bye! Friday, October 19th, 2012. This is for you, John. I’m recording
while I sleep so I can show you all the creeping things that are happening. Whoa. Jeez, what
the hell happened here? Hunter, of course. Shut up! Oh yeah, John, cats walk on walls.
That is just insane. Shut up. What is that? Oh my god! Oh, oh, that’s disgusting. Oh my
god, I’m gonna throw up. Fuck. Hello? John, that’s not funny. Saturday, October 20th,
2012. Night 2. I found paw prints all over the kitchen, on the walls, on the ceilings.
And Hunter is not in the house tonight, but I don’t think I’m gonna be getting much sleep
tonight anyway. Hunter? Hunter? Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god, I gotta get
out of here. Help me! Help me! Somebody help me. John, where are you! Oh my god. Okay.
Oh god!