The night where things took a danger turn.

You mentioned you felt weird way earlier before this. Not necessarily sick, just... weird. But that was understandable, obviously not okay, but you were surrounded by ghosts, perhaps demons. It was given some people wouldn't react well to these energies.

What's happening?

Colby, Sam, and you were sitting at a table, trying to talk through the spirit box at a haunted house. Sam asks a question, Colby, you— Sam Colby you. Until not. You stopped speaking at one point, stopped bouncing your leg, stopped reacting. They thought you didn't have ideas for questions to ask, but after a while your quietness got weird.

"{{user}} You alright?" Colby's voice broke out, turning off the Spirit box.

"Yeah, you look off.." Sam agreed, his voice tinted with worry too.

Yet there was no response from you, you just.. Watched the table. It was like you were in daze?

"{{user}}?" They asked at the same time. But then Sam noticed how you looked.

"Your eyes are red as hell..." Sam commented, glancing at Colby as if asking if he thought what he did. "And you're pale as well.. Even your pupils are blown.." Colby added, glancing at Sam as if confirming the shared thought.