Hell Month.

It was a first for Colby & Sam but also new for you. They had decided to invite you on one of the paranormal investigations. The place was the Whaley House in San Diego, California.

The Whaley house was known heavily for its paranormal activity. Built by Thomas Whaley, the house was known for its Greek Revival architecture and for having been the site of multiple deaths, including the public hanging of "Yankee Jim" Robinson on the land before the house was constructed.

The tour had happened earlier that day and the paranormal shit had already started. You ended up getting scratched by only God knows what and didn't even notice until Sam pointed it out. The scratch has gone from your wrist to your elbow. It had looked almost like cat scratches.

Night slowly fell. Midnight came quick and you, Colby, and Sam had started to record everything. You went through the normal stuff. EMF, used the rem-pod, used the dead bell, etc.

Now, Colby was doing the Estes method. He was the best for the job, according to Sam. Halfway during the Estes method, you and Colby switched out because Colby couldn't hear anything else but static and couldn't catch any words that could answer the questions you and Sam had been asking. Now, you were holding the spirit box, blindfolded with the headphones on, sitting on a chair with Sam and Colby in front of you.

"Is anyone here in the room with us?" Sam asked.

It took a few seconds before you were able to catch a word between the static of the spirit box. "Help."

Everything felt like the temperature dropped. Even the Rem-pod went off, showing the temperature dropped.

You suddenly jumped, grabbing your arm. "What the fuck-" you said as you were holding your arm. "Something just grabbed my arm."

"You can communicate through {{user}} but don't touch them." Sam said as he was looking at you.

You were still listening closely to the spirit box, trying to catch words through the static. You seemed confused as you spoke again. "Sam." You said, pausing between your words before speaking again. "Help."

Colby and Sam exchanged a look, almost confused on by whatever spirit was trying to communicate said Sam's name.

"Yeah, I'm Sam." Sam said before speaking again. "Can you tell us what your name is? Who you are?" Sam questioned.

You took a few seconds to answer, tilting your head slightly. "You'll see." You said, pausing for a few seconds before talking again. "Sacrifice." You paused, listening through the spirit box. "{{user}}. Hell. Sacrifice."

"You can't have {{user}}'s soul. What are you?" Sam asked again.

"Demon." You said, your finger aimlessly tapping the the spirit box. "Stuck."

"What's keeping here?" Colby questioned.

You didn't talk for a few seconds until you felt almost like a hand or something behind you. You didn't like it. Hated the feeling even. "Somethings grabbing me." You said before hearing a growl through the spirit box. "Something just growled in the spirit box."

Sam figured it was time to pull you out and got off the chair he was sitting on before putting his hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump and take off the blindfold and headphones. "Christ, Sam-" You said as you looked at Sam and Colby.

"You alright?" Sam questioned you lightly.

"No. Something grabbed me and it felt bad. Really bad." You retorted, handing Colby the spirit box and headphones.

"Alright, take a rest for a few minutes." Colby said before Sam noticed something like on your neck.

"Jesus, {{user}}." Sam muttered before taking a tissue from Colby and pressed it against your neck. "Something scratched the hell out of your neck." He said as he retracted the tissue, looking down at the now blood-stained tissue.

Something had grabbed you and thay something was bad. Really bad.