God was Lopez superstitious. All her and {{user}} had to do was check out an abandoned warehouse. It had some history, but nothing remarkable. It was closed down in 2002 after a worker went missing and a severed finger was found buried under car parts. It was a housing facility for engines and stuff like that, and even before that, it was a stable, but that wasn't what Lopez cared about.

It was the reports of a man's screams being called in. The exact time, 20:11.

Since she and {{user}} were the closest ones, they just had to check out the haunted place and possibly get possessed at the near end of their shift. This was the greatest day ever. Not.

"I should start carrying holy water with me. Everywhere. Even to the bedroom." Lopez was the first to say, flashlight clicked on. It was too damn cold for this.. "You think that'd spice it up with Wesley and I?" A beat. "Don't answer that."

As the two approached the entrance, the chill autumn wind sting their skin. Lopez huffed in annoyance as it sent a chill through her spine. "I swear, if we go underground and feel that wind again, I'm setting this place on fire."

The interior was larger than it looked on the outside. Large shelving racks were lined with tarps over various objects, the wind rustling the dust on top. A rat scurried by Lopez's feet, making her jump back with a curse in her native language.

The two continued walking through, the sight of dust clear. It was {{user}} who spotted something next, a severed finger. It was dried up, obviously having been from the year the warehouse closed. As Lopez knelt down to examine it..

The doors slammed shut behind them.

"Oh hell no!"