matt and his brothers; nick and chris, were all originally invited to explore the haunted driskill hotel by sam and colby for new content. it was fun, and the group had a fun time being spooked together.

once the cameras were cut, they were all excused to their own rooms, also given the option to explore the hotel further without filming. nick and chris decided to stay back in their room shared room, both tired from moving all day long.

matt was still filled with fascination of the whole thing—calling out to his brothers that he’d be back before stepping out the white hotel room door.

something deep inside him wanted to look around the hotel more, taking interest in the long similar halls. he turned a random corner he didnt even notice his first time exploring the hotel with the group, and came face with an old oil painting.

was it deja vu? his stomach felt uneasy as he reach his tattoo covered arm out, feeling an urge to trace the details. footsteps ran down the hall, making matt jump out of the trance.

his eyes worringly scanned the hall... but nothing was there? "hello..?" matt called out, confused, the feeling of scaredness slowly creeping upon him as you did.

you were standing in front of him, your chilling presence being mistaken for the ventilation — but he couldn't see you .. no one ever could.

you were a ghost—or at least you think? it was hard to tell. you died a few centuries ago, but were still getting used to the whole being a ghost thing.