Authors note: This is chapter 4, and yes, it's shorter than the preceding chapters - but there's a reason for that. This is almost the end of the Poveglia episode, and so it had to be written this way to add up to the rest of the story. I want to once again thank the people that read the fanfic, favorite it, comment on it. [On Twitter, Tumblr, , and the JAGAF forums] You guys mean a lot to me, and I always end up with the biggest smile on my face when I see that it's been favorited/commented on. I'm writing this for myself, and more importantly all of you to enjoy. On my profile, you can find my twitter/tumblr/website in case you wish to receive updates from the source itself [and previews, which you can't get anywhere else!] Once again thank you all, and 3 keep on being awesome! ~Zombie [Edit: I added what I had written for chapter 5, to the end of this chapter because this chapter was short and so was 5 (because it was from the last video clip of the episode) so they are spliced together. ]
"Come on, use this camera's battery's energy." Nick urged, before calling out "Use my energy." in Italian. Just then, he heard a voice call out. "Is there someone here?" After all this time of lockdowns, random voices no longer frightened him. In fact, he felt as if he wanted to get closer, to find out exactly what he was hearing. He made his way back into the chapel, and shot around the room. "Are you still praying in here?" He asked loudly, hearing the echo as he did. He felt a presence, but couldn't see anything other than what showed up on his LCD screen. "I cannot see you, show yourself." However, after not seeing anything he decided to go back into the room with the x-cam in it. "We'll go back in this room." He announced aloud. "This room feels like...safe. The other room," he said as he walked back into the other room. "this room, right here, this feels uneasy like a presence does not want you in here. This had to be, like, the old hospital." Suddenly his handheld camera started malfunctioning, and he sighed quietly. This cannot be happening, he thought. "What the hell just happened?" He stared at it for a moment, and then looked into the x-cam. "Alright I'm documenting this. My camera, just totally malfunctioned."
"What I'm gonna do right now is I'm gonna record the readings from right now." Zak said, glancing down at his EMF reader. "As you can see it's seventy degrees." He was quiet for a moment, and in the moment of silence heard two sounds, "I heard like a moaning noise, and I heard footsteps, so I'm gonna walk around, and see if I can get any readings right now...To back up any of this stuff that I'm hearing, feeling - seventy-one degrees, and it's freezing in here. Is there anybody in here?" He asked aloud, but as he finished the question he heard a voice near him saying, "Let's fight.." he jumped and gasped. "What the fuck?" He asked aloud to no one except the owner of the voice. He then pointed the camera at his face. "Okay right now..." He took a deep breath, hoping to calm himself, and wondering if that voice hadn't come from the demonic presence that had possessed him earlier.
"I'm feeling something just go right through my body, it's making my body react- LOOK AT THAT!" He said, staring wildly at the EMF reader. "Seventy-nine degrees..." he gasped and let out a deep breath. "And my body is chilling right now!" He cried out, "Now it's going back down to seventy-four..." he announced, watching the numbers on the EMF reader fall quickly. "Now the temperature is going back down," He let out another deep breath. "seventy-three...That's ten degrees right there, okay? It's..." He paused upon hearing yet another noise. With his camera aimed down the hallway in front of him, he started shivering, though perhaps not just from the chill in the room.
He stared into the LCD screen as if his life depended on what he should see, and his body shivered even harder at the thought of what would happen if he were to see something truly horrible. Another look at his EMF reader told him that the temperature was continuing to fall, he took a deep breath. "Alright, earlier it was eighty-two degrees in the same spot, that right there is what I'm feeling." He said, almost glaring at the numbers on the EMF reader, which showed sixty-nine point seven. His body was no longer just shivering, he was shaking badly, and he definitely knew now, it wasn't only because of the temperature in the room. "That right there is a fucking spirit going through here..."
Aaron stared at the piece of paper in his hand. "So I have some questions here." He announced aloud. "Che..." He said, stumbling over the words, and not knowing exactly how to pronounce them. "...Che...Q- Sorry." He apologized while looking into the camera. Finally he stuttered out the best Italian he could for Are there any...spirits here? After not getting any immediate responses, he glanced into his camera. "Oh man, I'm gonna try some English here just - just to see what happens." After a quick glance around the room, his eyes settled on the LCD screen. "Priestio..." He called out, "Is this where you jumped? And fell to your death? Show me a sign." He said quietly, before sneezing.
Suddenly after his sneeze, however, he heard a loud noise. "Oh my god!" He cried out, "It sounded like it got thrown, right out in this room. Is that you Priestio?" As soon as he finished his question, he heard someone scream. He looked quickly into his camera, his eyes wide. "...What was that, where was that from?" He whispered. "Was that from the hallway? What is that?" He asked, staring down the hall. He'd heard a faint noise to one side, but upon turning to check it out, he heard something fall behind him. He turned quickly and started down the hallway toward the second noise. "Oh my god something just fell! Was that you Priestio, outside?" He stumbled through the room, trying to move between the furniture. "I can't get around everything!" He said with annoyance in his voice. "How do I get out? Fuck!" He finally made his way to an opening so he could shoot outside. "Oh my god...that was loud. Was that you jumping, Priestio? Oh my gosh, I'm gonna go check it out some more." He said, making his way back into the room.
He grabbed his machete and glanced at the camera. "Just in case...machete...fuck something up!" He said loudly. The camera made a noise, and upon inspection, he realized that it had randomly stopped recording, once he turned it back on, he stared into it. "That was weird...my camera just stopped recording, out of nowhere. Alright Priestio," He called out. "I'm leaving!"
Nick stared into his camera. "I'm going to keep asking questions, 'cause now I'm getting some sort of response, and they're trying to draw the energy from this camera..." He said quietly, "And that's not gonna scare me away!" He called out. "You have to make a noise." After a moment of glancing about the room, he did in fact hear a noise. He stopped, turning toward the sound. "There was a noise." he said, "Alright, uh..." He hadn't expected to have his bidding done so quickly. "I think I got 'em all riled up, I was hearing noises, and I kept hearing this man's voice come from right behind me, so I'm gonna let my static night vision camera's roll...and hopefully I can capture whatever I was hearing. He took one glance around the hospital before leaving.
Zak was still shivering in the room where he'd become possessed earlier. "Oh wow..." he said quietly, before he began asking in Spanish, Are you a murderer? "Are you a murderer, you bastard? You piece of shit!" For a moment he no longer worried about becoming possessed, he was angry again, only this time it was attributed to the fact that anyone could murder someone - that anyone could take someone else's life. "Yeah, I'm taunting you!" He cried out. "What are you gonna do about it, come on!" He said angrily. But his anger was short lived, and turned into fear once again, as he noticed his camera had malfunctioned. "What the hell?" He asked aloud, gently tapping the camera and hoping that it would come back on. "Oh what are these spirits doing to me, man?" He asked quietly, and upon doing so, the camera came back on. "Okay, my camera just shut off...I'm back." He announced. "Wow...this place is nuts." He said quietly into the camera, and thought for a moment. "As I say that, there's probably a fucking crazy-ass ghost behind me. Alright, I'm gonna go find Nick and Aaron now." He turned his camera away from himself, and started out of the room.
Nick made his way through the darkness, looking for his friends. A little bit ahead of him, he saw the distinct light of an LCD screen. "Zak, is that you?" He asked loudly. Zak called out to him, and Nick made his way over. "Jeez, I hope I catch some of that stuff on my digital recorder." He said, sounding tired. Zak and Nick turned at the same time, upon seeing a light in the distance.
"What is that light? Is that Aaron?" Nick said hopefully.
"Yeah!" Aaron called out.
"That is him, yeah." Nick said, as Zak started to question.
They found themselves a spot to rest at, and regroup while they waited for daylight to slowly approach. They reminisced about their experiences that they'd had alone, and finally as the sky started lighting up, they saw a boat in the distance. However, they remained quiet while gathering up their cameras, until the man in the boat drew close enough to ask them if they found what they were looking for. The three of them thought back to the night they'd gone through.
"And some more." Zak replied. "I think it found us."
While on the boat, the three of them watched the island get farther and farther away from them. Nick and Aaron secretly happy that they were getting away, Zak, however, felt as if he should stay, as though it was meant for him to stay - as if, perhaps, he was meant to remain here for eternity.
The three made their way to Los Angeles, California, to consult with a few professionals in the field of analyzing the video and EVPs. They first showed the evidence to Ashley Blackwell and Robert Davis, of Planet Paranormal, to get their insight on it. After they were finished there, they found Andrea Bassani, a Venetian native, to listen to the Italian EVPs they had captured.
"Andrea, we called upon you because we understand that you were born only twenty-five miles from Venice." Zak said, looking the man in the eyes.
"Yeah." Andrea replied.
"You speak fluent Italian." Zak said, nodding. Andrea nodded too. "We captured a voice there. We set up a uh - boom box, a music box; we had somebody over there, an Italian ask a bunch of questions. We received an answer." He said, pointing to the laptop, he then started the clip. Andrea listened intently, repeating what he had heard.
"It's saying - uhm, 'Come here, I'm here.' it's Italian, also have a little accent, if you want me to tell you." Andrea said, nodding.
"So you're telling me that this is an accent that matches that area?" Zak was overcome with excitement.
"Definitely, also I can tell you that it can be an old man. Meaning like the tone of the voice."
"What does this mean?" Zak said, navigating the computer to the question on the clip that the EVP had answered. "That's the question that was asked." Andrea looked astounded, and was visibly shaken."Now I have goose bumps." He replied.
"Why?" Zak asked with a laugh. "That was the question that we had some Italian person over there ask, and that's where the-"
"He says uh, the doctor and the nurse, have beat you up? And uh, the answer seems like it's, 'come here, I'm here'. This is quite impressive."
Zak pointed at the screen where the EVP was. "That right there, is the proof, that they...exist. That's all." He closed the laptop "That's all." he said again, before making his way out of the building.