The thermal cameras showed them. Not one heat signature. Dozens. Crawling out of the walls, the floor, the ceiling. They moved like spiders with human spines. The original three ghost hunters were among them—their bodies hollow, their mouths stitched shut with old rosary wire, their eyes replaced with polished black buttons.
Val stood center frame, phone in hand, live stream already hitting ten thousand viewers. “Ladies and gentlemen, ten years ago, three people asked a question and vanished. Tonight, we ask again—but this time, we’ll actually find the answer.” -Y Donde Esta El Fantasma 2
She cleared her throat. The chat exploded with ghost emojis. The thermal cameras showed them