Tarik stood confidently beside Isen, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, his chin held high. The camera focused on their faces, capturing the exchange between the two figures. Isen, the self-proclaimed leader of the Paranormal Freaks, initiated the conversation.
"We, at Paranormal Freaks, the most subscribed channel in the paranormal section, believe in helping other channels out," Isen declared, his voice projecting a false sense of camaraderie. "Our secret guest has arrived. Keno, whose channel is Paranormal Truth. Keno, did you name your channel 'paranormal' as an homage to my channel, perhaps?"
Tarik, still sporting his sunglasses even in the dimly lit surroundings, shrugged indifferently. "No, I didn't even know your channel existed," he replied with an air of nonchalance.
Isen's irritation was palpable, his demeanor faltering slightly as Tarik's response defied his expectations.
"Tell me, Keno, how do you deal with the negative comments you receive? A lot of people..." Isen chuckled, a touch of condescension in his voice. "I mean, you only have a couple of viewers, but even they question the legitimacy of your methods. How does that make you feel?"
Tarik turned his gaze slowly towards Isen, lowering his head slightly so that his eyes were visible above his sunglasses. The intensity of his gaze seemed to unnerve Isen, as a flicker of unease danced across his features.
"You should focus more on honor," Tarik said in a low, measured tone, his words carrying a weight that seemed to echo through the corridors of the abandoned facility. "Enough talking."
With those cryptic words, Tarik took a step forward, delving deeper into the shadows of the facility. The others, intrigued by his enigmatic presence, instinctively followed his lead. Isen, however, found himself momentarily stunned by Tarik's audacity.
"What are you guys doing?" Isen hurriedly caught up to them, a sense of panic creeping into his voice. "I am your leader, don't forget."
****
The team crept through the dimly lit corridors of the abandoned psychiatric facility, their every step echoing with trepidation. The air was heavy with a sense of foreboding, and their flashlights cut through the thick darkness, revealing glimpses of the decrepit surroundings.
Tarik, seemingly unfazed by the eerie atmosphere, leaned casually against a peeling wall, taking a drag from his cigarette. The wisps of smoke curled around him, adding an ethereal quality to his presence amidst the shadows.
Isen, the self-proclaimed leader of the Paranormal Freaks, turned towards the camera operator, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He pointed towards a door at the end of the hallway, his finger trembling slightly.
"Now we approach Room 56, where, according to legend, a couple of patients performed a ritualistic suicide by helping each other hang themselves," Isen explained, his words carrying a weight of macabre fascination. "They say that their spirits still roam this room."
The team cautiously moved towards the door, their breaths held in terror. Isen continued speaking, his voice amplified by a mix of anticipation and a desire to please their viewers.
"The team of Paranormal Freaks is here, bringing you the videos you requested," Isen declared, his eyes darting towards the camera. "Based on your recommendations in our comment section, we will conduct a spirit box session inside Room 56 in complete darkness."
Suddenly, a loud bang reverberated through the corridor as the door to Room 56 was forcefully slapped shut. The team froze, their hearts pounding in their chests, the air thick with tension. The door began to slowly creep open, only to be repeatedly slammed shut with a resounding force.
Panic ensued among the team. The girls shrieked in terror, their voices piercing through the oppressive atmosphere. The guys stumbled backward, their faces contorted with fear.
Isen, determined to maintain a semblance of control, grabbed hold of a gigantic cross and stepped towards the door. "I command you, spirit, to leave this place! In the name of God, the holy-"
However, Isen's words were abruptly cut off as Tarik nonchalantly strode past him, stealing the spotlight in the chaos. Isen stared at him, his expression a mix of shock and indignation. Tarik came to a halt in front of the door, which continued to slam relentlessly.
With the grace and precision of a seasoned fighter, Tarik sank into a boxing stance, his muscles tensing. With one swift, powerful strike aimed at the door's hinges, he broke it down with a thunderous crash.
The Paranormal Freaks stood wide-mouthed in astonishment, their disbelief etched across their faces. Only Kiki, the technician of the group, was visibly frustrated by Tarik's audacious intervention. "What the hell are you doing?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with exasperation.
Tarik turned to face her, his fist still held aloft in the air. "Hunting ghosts," he replied, his voice laced with a cool confidence that belied the chaos surrounding them.
Isen rushed to Tarik, standing toe-to-toe with him, their eyes locked in a clash of wills. "This is not how you hunt ghosts!" Isen asserted, his voice tinged with condescension. "We need the viewers to feel the terror and experience the phenomena of the evil spirits."
Tarik simply ignored Isen's admonishment, stepping past him and entering the room. The others in the group, torn between their curiosity and their allegiance to Isen, hesitated momentarily. However, Isen swiftly waved them off, a mixture of frustration and disappointment etched upon his face.
"We leave the room out. It's not worth anything anymore," Isen declared, his voice tinged with resentment. "That freak messed it up after all the hard work we put into it."
One of the team members spoke up, their voice filled with uncertainty. "So, what's the next location?"
Isen's face brightened with a renewed sense of enthusiasm. "We're heading to the basement," he announced, his tone brimming with determination. He turned his attention to Tarik who stood in the room, a condescending smile forming on his lips. "Next time, Keno, let the professionals handle it, okay?"
Tarik's gaze lingered on the broken door, wires protruding from the shattered hinges. With a subtle nod, he replied, "Sure."
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The Paranormal Freak team descended into the depths of the basement, their footsteps echoing through the damp and dirty surroundings. The air grew heavier, permeated with a musty odor and the distant sound of dripping water. The feeble beam of their flashlights cut through the darkness, revealing a labyrinth of narrow tunnels interconnected by branching paths.
Isen, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and unease, turned to address the camera. "The basement is renowned as the most haunted place within these walls," he stated, his words laced with a tinge of trepidation. "Countless ghost sightings have occurred here. Legend has it that disobedient patients were brought here and subjected to unspeakable torture."
As the team continued their exploration, one of the teammates spoke up, his breath visible in the cool air. "Did you guys feel that?" he asked, a hint of awe in his voice. "The temperature just dropped."
"I can sense the presence of evil surrounding us," Isen declared dramatically, his eyes fixed on the camera. He held his cross tightly, seeking solace in its supposed protection.
A sudden interruption jolted the team's attention. One of the girls aimed her flashlight toward the end of a tunnel, revealing a dark figure peeking out from the entrance. The flashlight trembled in her hand, casting erratic shadows on the walls.
"Whoa! There's someone there," another team member exclaimed, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
Isen turned to his team, attempting to restore a sense of calm amidst the growing tension. "Fear not, my team. As long as we pray and stand together, no harm can--"
Before Isen could finish his sentence, Tarik swiftly darted past him. The camera operator followed Tarik, capturing the unexpected turn of events.
Tarik reached the corner of the tunnel where the dark figure had retreated, only to find it mysteriously gone. He came to a screeching halt, his eyes scanning the intersection with confusion. The camera recorded this moment of suspense.
"Where did it go?" the camera operator asked, his voice laced with a hint of frustration.
A slow, mechanical whirring sound resonated from above, catching Tarik's attention. Without hesitation, the dark figure reappeared at the end of another tunnel. Isen and the rest of the team caught up to them,.
"What did I tell you, Keno? Let me handle this. You can't catch a shadow person," Isen asserted, a smirk playing on his lips as he turned towards his team.
Tarik, undeterred by Isen's condescension, grabbed a piece of debris from the floor. Suddenly, his focus shifted to a small device fixed to the ceiling. With a swift and accurate throw, Tarik shattered the plastic device, causing it to burst into pieces.
In an instant, the shadow figure vanished from the tunnel, leaving the team in stunned silence. Isen's face froze, his sense of superiority shattered as the truth unfolded before them. Kiki, overcome with mourning, rushed over to the broken device on the floor, her frustration evident.
Tarik, his gaze piercing, directed his words towards Isen. "Don't resort to cheap tricks if you want to uphold honor," he admonished, his voice firm and unwavering.
'I need to make sure that there is no evidence that I was here. The others in my organization would be uncomfortable if they would find out.'
He approached the camera operator, who had lowered his head in defeat. With a swift motion, Tarik grabbed the camera and threw it into the air. As it descended, he readied himself, delivering a mighty punch that shattered the camera into a million pieces, scattering them across the dirty tunnel floor.
Isen's rage consumed him as he lunged forward, his fingers clenching Tarik's collar in a vice-like grip. His face contorted with anger, his eyes blazing with fury. "What are you thinking, you worthless piece of sh*t with no viewers?" Isen seethed, his voice laced with venom. "You will pay for this!"
But Tarik remained unfazed, his expression unwavering as he met Isen's gaze head-on. There was something unsettling about the way Tarik held himself, a calm confidence that seemed to unnerve Isen. Sensing the tension in the air, Isen gradually loosened his grip, stepping back cautiously.
In that moment, Tarik seized the opportunity, his hand swiftly reaching for a box of cigarettes tucked inside his pocket. He withdrew one with practiced ease, the flame of his lighter flickering to life as he brought the cigarette to his lips. Inhaling deeply, he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his demeanor exuding a quiet determination.
"I don't like to be in debt," Tarik stated, his voice low and resolute. He turned to face Isen, the glow of the cigarette illuminating his features in the dimly lit basement. "So here is your payment."
Without warning, Tarik's fist shot forward with explosive force, connecting squarely with Isen's face. The impact reverberated through the air, and Isen was sent hurtling backward, his body propelled by the sheer strength of the blow. Time seemed to slow as Isen's figure tumbled through the air, his limbs flailing, before crashing to the ground in a sprawled heap.
****
As Tarik walked out of the dilapidated building, he tossed the spent cigarette onto the concrete road, his mind already preoccupied with thoughts of work and the burden of people who couldn't afford to pay the defend money. Time was of the essence, and he hurriedly made his way down the street, his footsteps echoing in the quiet night.
Just as he was about to disappear around a corner, the entrance of the building burst open, and a figure emerged, calling out to him, "Hey, wait up!"
Tarik halted, turning to see Kiki standing there, her expression determined.
"I'm done with your bunch," Tarik replied curtly. "Goodnight."
But Kiki wasn't ready to give up so easily. She stepped forward, urgency in her voice. "I have a proposition for you, rather than giving me money to replace my equipment."
Tarik regarded her with a skeptical gaze, his features revealing his indifference. "I never pay to scammers," he retorted.
Undeterred, Kiki pressed on, a spark of excitement in her eyes. "I know you're angry about faking ghosts, but even if the real ones don't appear, we still have to make an entertaining ghost hunting show. That's where I come in with my innovative inventions."
Tarik remained silent, his expression unreadable. He began to walk away, but Kiki wasn't ready to let him go so easily. She chased after him, determination etched on her face.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Kiki called out.
Tarik halted momentarily, lighting another cigarette with a flick of his lighter. Smoke swirled around him as he turned to face Kiki. "Ghost hunting, my ass," he muttered under his breath.
Undeterred by his dismissive attitude, Kiki moved closer, inspecting him with curiosity. "You inspired me with your unconventional approach," she said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "You've shown me a side of ghost hunting I've never seen before."
Tarik remained unmoved, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. "I'm late for work," he stated matter-of-factly, preparing to resume his hurried pace.
But Kiki refused to give up, her determination unyielding. She reached out and grabbed onto his leg, prompting Tarik to pull her along effortlessly. "Just help me test my new invention, and we'll be square," she pleaded, a note of eagerness in her voice.
Tarik's gaze hardened, his skepticism evident. "I'm not in debt to you, so p*ss off, kid," he replied.
Undeterred, Kiki persisted, her words taking on a more seductive tone. "Surely there's something that can change your mind," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She reached up, slowly lowering the strap of her shirt from her shoulder, hoping to sway him with her feminine charm.
Tarik abruptly stopped in his tracks, his mind briefly considering her proposition. He regarded Kiki with a wary gaze, contemplating the possibilities that lay before him.
"How much do you know about real haunted sites?" Tarik inquired, his voice tinged with cautious curiosity.
HE? This gorilla just rejected me?' Kiki thought as she put the shirt back on and coughed. "Calm down, girl," she thought, coughing slightly to regain her composure. "Everything in the name of science."
Tarik stepped closer to Kiki, his eyes focused on her intently, as he reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone. With a sense of anticipation, he held the screen towards her, showing the last video of Kone. "Do you know this place?" he inquired.
Kiki's eyes widened with excitement, and she quickly zoomed in on the image on Tarik's phone. "Sure, I know it," she responded, a hint of enthusiasm in her voice. "And I'm happy to tell you, after we're done with the test."
"What kind of test?" asked Tarik.
"We are gonna catch a real ghost." Kiki said with an obsessed smile on her face.
Tarik hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting between Kiki's outstretched hand and her eager smile. The stakes were high, and time was not on his side. With a reluctant nod, he made his decision and reached out, gripping Kiki's hand firmly in his.
"Deal," said Tarik.
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