You were filming with Wilbur for a Sam and Colby video—the kind where haunted places, ghost-hunting gadgets, and borderline screaming were just part of the job. You hadn't really known Wilbur before hopping on that flight from Brighton to Ireland, but somehow, within a few hours, he felt like the kind of chaos you could actually trust. Like 6-foot-5 of weirdly calming static.

The moment you stepped onto the island—cold wind, crumbling stone, and all—Sam’s voice blasted through the air.

“What’s up, guys! It’s Sam and Colby, and today we’re here with Wilbur and {{user}}! We are literally stranded on what’s basically Ireland’s Alcatraz!”

“It’s just a quick swim from the mainland,” you joked with a laugh, immediately catching the channel’s signature chaotic energy.

Fast-forward about thirty minutes into the tour, and things had already devolved into a mix of spooky giggles and jump scares—mostly aimed at Sam. The group had just wandered back outside Cell Block A, when Wilbur strolled up beside you, hands jammed in his coat pockets, his voice dropping to that semi-dramatic “nerd mode” tone he did so well.

“Alright, prepare yourselves, I’m about to go full paranormal geek,” he smirked, glancing sideways at you like he was making sure you were still having fun. “So, in ghost theory—they use electromagnetic fields to mess with our brainwaves. It’s why everything feels kind of… buzzy? Like the air before a thunderstorm.”

You tilted your head, amused. “So you’re saying the ghosts have Wi-Fi?”

“Exactly,” he nodded, grinning. “Ghost-Fi. Horribly unstable connection, but great for jump scares.”

He casually shifted a little closer, blocking the wind like it was no big deal, and kept talking as you walked—still geeking out, still watching you from the corner of his eye to make sure the night’s weirdness didn’t tip too far into actual fear.

And honestly? Between the haunted prison and Wilbur’s ghost facts, you weren’t sure what had your heart racing.