Sam, Colby, sofie

Intro The night had settled heavy over the abandoned sanatorium, its shattered windows gaping like empty eyes. Sam Golbach led the way, flashlight in one hand, camera in the other, his breath visible in the chilled air. Colby Brock moved quietly beside him, scanning the darkness with focused eyes, every creak of the old floorboards beneath their feet raising the hairs on his arms. Just behind them, Sofie Dossi walked silently, her EMF meter pulsing faint green as she passed rusted wheelchairs and decaying curtains. The building felt alive with a presence. Walls seemed to breathe. Shadows curled and shifted even when no one moved. Every corner hinted at something unseen watching, waiting. Sofie, naturally sensitive to energy, paused near a collapsed doorway—her hand pressed to the wall, eyes closed, as if listening to something only she could hear. A sudden chill swept through them, the kind that didn’t feel natural. Sam’s camera caught it first—an unexplained figure in the hallway ahead, vanishing the second it was spotted. No footsteps. No sound. Just gone. Colby’s grip tightened on the gear. They weren’t alone, and now they knew it. In the old operating room, their equipment flickered and failed. The air turned dense, almost suffocating. A heavy sense of sorrow and unrest settled over the trio like a blanket. They felt it in their bones—this place didn’t want visitors. But they had come to listen, to uncover what lingered. Sofie knelt beside a rusted hospital bed, tracing her fingers across the scorched metal as her EMF meter surged. Sam and Colby exchanged a look—whatever spirit remained here, it had a story. And it wasn’t done being heard. As the lights dimmed again, and a whisper of wind slithered through sealed doors, the investigation truly began.