Ten kilometers from the nearest apartment building, in the middle of the forest, there was an old abandoned resort. It was a two-story building from the Cold War era, there were many rumors about secret military experiments or mysterious disappearances. The building was officially vacated in 1970. There were three disappearances in the area between 1970 and 1980, people associated with the missing people mentioned their conversations with the missing people about their desire to investigate the abandoned resort before they went missing.
Year 2018
Johnny, a 17-year-old blond man, went with his friends on a paranormal hunt, believing the resort to be haunted. He was a great lover of the paranormal and fantastic, had a large collection of books on the occult, and hoped to make contact with the inexplicable, regardless of the consequences.
The car stopped in an overgrown parking lot. Old car wrecks were resting here, long abandoned by their former owners. Rusted barrels and faded resort posters strewn across the worn asphalt.
“We have arrived.” Emma said as she got out of the car and headed to the trunk. Dan our driver pulled out a large brown bag, and I took the camera, wanting to document everything, I turned on the recording.
“Hello everyone, my name is Emma, we are paranormal investigators, we are located in an old Cold War resort that we have heard rumors about, secret experiments and disappearances.” Emma pointed at Dan.
“Everyone say hello to our driver Dan, he's our gear specialist. Johnny show yourself to the camera.”
“And this is Johnny our psychic and occult specialist, give him a warm applause!”
“Okay, okay, enough of this. It's time to act!”
We climbed the creaking stairs, checking each floor. Just a pile of garbage and homeless remains, nothing of note, and our EMF meter didn't budge.
“Check low frequencies.”
“Silence.”
“Keep going, Johnny, do you feel something?”
“No, we need to choose a room and get it ready.”
It was starting to get dark, it was the perfect time, I took out my notebook and chalk and drew Sumerian signs used by mystics, made some circles of salt and placed objects in them that served as focus points. Dan placed the candles and his devices. Emma, the star of our group, made sure we didn't forget anything, and we proceeded to summon the spirits.
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I stood in the middle of a dark room lit only by candlelight, holding my notebook with phonetically prepared text in Sumerian in my hands, trying to influence supernatural forces to give us some sign. Just then, we heard a sound coming from downstairs.
“Dan, report!”
“Nothing, I'll go check it out and be back. Be careful.”
“You mean yourself?”
“It will only take a moment, don't worry.”
We continued our ritual, checking the equipment sporadically with no effect. Then I felt a presence in the room.
“He will die and you will be next.”
“Did you hear that?”
“What?" Emma answered.
“That voice said we were going to die.”
“I didn't hear anything and the equipment didn't detect anything. Are you sure you heard something?”
We heard a loud scream coming from downstairs, Emma ran out of the room without saying a word, heading downstairs.
“Wait!" I screamed running after her, when I was in the doorway I looked at the room one last time, I could have sworn there was something standing where Dan had been before. Wasting no more time, I ran after Emma. Together with Emma, we found a descent to the basement from where there were disturbing sounds.
“Tell me you're not serious.” Emma said.
“Someone has to, I was carrying a knife just in case.”
“Why did you have a knife?”
“I wasn't sure if it would be useful for the ritual, so I carried it around if needed.”
“I'm going down, you guard the entrance.”
Darkness surrounded me, illuminated only by the glow of my phone, my footsteps echoing across the flooded basement floor. Old washing machines and clothes baskets were everywhere, and I felt like I was suffocating in the mustiness of this vile place.
“Dan, Dan.” I spoke his name half aloud in the darkness. And the silence seemed to drown out my voice. I reached the end of the room and there was an old metal door. I went inside, and was immediately grabbed by something in the darkness; strong long hands dragged me across the floor blocking my mouth.
I was tied to a chair along with two people I didn't know. Suddenly someone turned on the light. There were seven people in front of me, each of them had a tattoo on their face and machetes and pistols.
“Okay, what the fuck is this all about!” said the man in the suit.
“Wait, I'll call the boss.” Said another man with glasses.
Jane and Michael were siblings and their father was a drug dealer, the problem was that he dealt outside his territory. And the siblings have been caught by an angry drug gang and taken to an abandoned building in the middle of the forest.
“Our father's fucking sins! And so ends the adventure of the Jackson siblings.” thought Jane, strapped to a chair.
Some time later, two of their kidnappers came out of the basement to check the bellowing coming from upstairs, but returned alone. “We've solved the case.” they said.
Five minutes later someone entered the basement. He was quickly overpowered and joined our merry gathering.
“Oh, ok. We'll do that boss, too bad.”
“So what are we doing?”
After a moment of sigh, he said.
“He didn't show up, no ransom. The boss said to get rid of them.”
“What about this guy?”
“Him too.”
A strange beeping was coming from our new companion's pocket.
“What's that, a bomb?” Said the bespectacled thug taking the device out of his pocket.
The lights started flashing, a red light came on on the device. A dark presence entered the room. The bandits, not giving the intruder a chance, started shooting at him, but to no avail. Jane heard something like mumbling coming from the entity. With each subsequent meter traveled by the creature, hatred could be felt, the color was fleeing from the faces of the bandits who were closest to the creature.
A bright light engulfed Jane, Michael, and Johnny.
“HEROES ARRIVE.”