𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 2,119

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗌.

Zak's POV

𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 investigation of a haunted location. Today my GAC will be investigating the Yorktown Memorial Hospital rumored to be the most haunted in the state of Texas. We have a few people that have experienced apparitions, voices, and even a demonic presence. Sitting midway between San Antonio and the Gulf Coast, Yorktown Memorial Hospital was renounced in 1980. It was founded by a religious group known as the Felician Sister, a catholic church that initially served as a rehabilitation center for those suffering from drug and alcohol abuse.

It's said the spirits of those who passed are not crossed over, STILL roaming the halls trying to escape the torture they once led. Aaron and I were meeting with Vera Cooper, the caretaker to the place. I walked up to the front entrance and met Vera, whom I'd mic up before the interview.

"So, Vera, what type of experiences have you had?" I asked as

"Well, the hospital was built in the 1950s and opened a year later and ran by nuns, BUT this place was far from holy," Vera explained as we walked down the hall. "The hospital experienced a tremendous amount of deaths. Most of them were babies."

"They would kill babies here?" I asked, astonished, and my heart hurt at the very thoughts of doctors, nurses, or anyone murdering babies.

"Well, not particularly kill them. Women would come in and get abortions in the labor and delivery wing." Vera grinned uncomfortably. "In some cases, the babies that were born were to women who were raped."

"That's terrible." I groaned, shaking my head.

Imagine the pain and distraught those women had to go through, both physically and mentally. "The doctors didn't even try to save them."

"That's so fucked up. It makes me anger not going to lie." Aaron said, clenching his jaw in anger. I felt the same way.

How can one not try and save a helpless infant? Hearing her say that makes my blood boil.

The more Vera told me about the history of this hospital, the angrier I got, but I suppressed those feelings because we were filming.

"In 1980, the hospital closed down, then a year later, it turned into a substance and mental hospital," Vera explained as we walked upstairs to the second floor. "So here was the library. There's a spirit here that does not like women. Whenever I come up here, I get my hair pulled."

"What about other women?" I curiously asked, crossing my arms.

"I brought my daughter with me one day, and she was up here. I was downstairs, and suddenly she came running full speed towards me and out of the door. I followed her and asked her what happened, and she said she felt someone yank her hair hard to the point she ended up having a migraine later on." Vera told me, and I couldn't believe what she said.

"Wow, that's unbelievable," I said, shaking my head. "Do you know who he could've been before he passed?"

"No, but all I know is that he's angry, and he doesn't like women." She replied, shrugging her shoulders.

Suddenly the air got colder in the room. "I think the angry man is here."

"Aaron, hand me a recorder," I said to Aaron behind the camera. He hands me the recorder, and I immediately begin recording.

"Are you here with us?" Silence. "Are you the angry man that doesn't like women?" Silence. "Why don't you like women?" After a few more questions, I stopped recording and played the feedback.

After I asked why you like women, a deep voice speaks back. 'Fuck that bitch.'

"Yes, he's furious. I can feel his anger." Vera said, and she looked uneasy. "I-I need to get out of here."

We follow Vera out of the library to the psych ward, where there have been numerous accounts of townspeople saying that there's a demonic spirit there that attacks whoever steps foot in the hospital. There was this one eyewitness where a woman went inside the psych ward and ended up gett three scratches down her side deep enough to draw blood. Before the lockdown, I want to bring in a psychic medium, so Aaron and I go to town and ask around for a medium. Just when I gave up on finding one, a woman came running up to me

"I heard you're looking for a psychic medium." The woman said.

"Yea, I'm Zak, and this is Aaron." I introduced myself.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Celeste. I know someone that'Celestechic medium. She's here in town." The woman grinned up at me.

"Is she available to talk?" I asked Celeste, and she nodded.

"Yes she's in the cafe. I'll go and get her." She said and walked away.

Looking at Aaron, he had the same look on my face. "She's cute." He mouthed, and I rolled my eyes.

Soon the same blonde woman walked out with a brunette woman behind her. She seemed to be talking to her about me searching for a psychic medium. "These are the guys I was telling you about.

"Hi, I'm Zak. Are you the psychic medium?" I asked the dark-haired woman.

"Yes, I am. My name's Esme." She smiled, shaking my head.

"Good, do you have time to do a reading on a building?" I questioned, hoping she'd say yes.

"Sure, I'm free." She smiled at me. Her smile was irresistible.

"Okay, great, we're filming at the Yorktown Memorial Hospital. Can you meet us there?" I asked the medium Esme, and she nodded.

"I'll leave now." She replied before walking away with her friend.

"Let's go," I said to Aaron.

We arrived back at the location not long after a car pulled up. Esme and Celeste got out of the vehicle, and walked up to me.

Esme's POV

The ghost hunters I was introduced to set up a mic and started the interview.

"Okay, so we haven't disclosed any information on this location to you, right?" The male named Zak asked me.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Before we go inside, can you explain a little bit about your gift?" Zak asked me, crossing his arms making his biceps protrude out more.

"I speak to the dead, and I can draw them." I grinned, laughing as I shrugged.

"Plain and simple?" He questioned, nodding.

"Yes, plain and simple," I confirmed, nodding.

"All right, let's go talk to some ghosts," Zak said, and we walked inside.

As soon as I walked inside, the feeling of sadness and dread washed over me. Venturing further inside, I can feel someone following behind me. "There's someone following me." I turned around and saw a flash of long blonde hair.

The presence didn't feel masculine. It felt feminine, and I knew it was female. "Is it female or male?"

"It's female. Every time we pass an opening, the woman peeks around the corner." I spoke, demonstrating what I saw.

Suddenly I got pain in my stomach. It hurt so bad that it brought me to my knees, but Zak caught me. "Are you okay?"

"Thank you. Yes, I'm fine. I just got a terrible pain in my stomach." I explained and saw the same woman next to me. "What happened to you?"

'I lost my baby.'

"How did you lose your baby?" I asked the spirit. Her blonde hair looked wet and dirty, and she wore a hospital gown.

'Doctors took my baby.'

"Why'd they take your baby?" I sat down at a random table inside a room and took out my sketch pad and pencils.

'Unstable. Doctors gave me bad meds, and then everything went black.'

"That's terrible. I'm so sorry." I spoke and began sketching the female apparition I was talking with previously. "What's your baby's name?"

'Anthony.'

"That's a lovely name." I smiled into the empty room. "What's your name?"

'Madison.'

I sketched the female apparition from her long hair to her almond-shaped doe eyes. She has a small button nose, high cheekbones, and full pouty lips. After finishing my sketch, I saw that the woman was now gone. I smiled at my work and showed it to the camera as I stood up.

"Wow, that is amazing." Aaron, the guy behind the camera, said.

"This is incredible." Zak nodded in amazement.

Thanking the two men, we continued throughout the building and then upstairs. As we entered a room, I immediately got the feeling of anger.

"There's a man that's angry and very territorial in this room, and he doesn't like me in here," I said as the man peered down at me. His gaze made me feel anxious and uncomfortable. "He's standing next to me, peering down at me. Almost menacingly."

'GET OUT!'

I winced as the man screamed in my ear as I held it from the loudness. "Is he yelling in your ear?"

"Yea, and he's loud." I nodded. The angry man then smirked at me creepily as he was checking me out.

The next thing I know, he slaps me on my ass, gasping and turning around. "What happened?"

"He just smacked me on my ass," I whispered, shaking my head. "You have no right to touch me!" The man only smirked before fading away.

Leaving out the room, we continue down the hall until we reach a sign that read 'Psych Ward.' The second my foot stepped past the threshold, a darker than black thing emerged from the floor and stared at me terrifyingly. This thing had glowing yellow eyes that pierced into my soul. The room felt dark, and my chest began feeling heavy. I found myself hyperventilating, and my body swayed.

"Maybe you should sit down." I hear Zak say as he holds me in a chair.

I sat there trying to calm my breathing down. "Why are you affecting me? I mean no harm." I clutched my rosemaries necklace my grandmother gave me and said a prayer.

"What's here?" Zak asked, squatting down to my eye level.

"There's a thing here. It's darker than dark and doesn't like that we're in here." I replied as the thing growled.

'Kill Zak.'

Hearing that, I gasped and glanced up at Zak. "What happened?"

"It wants to kill you." I breathed, running my hand through my hair.

"Of course it does," Aaron muttered, nodding his head.

"I have that effect on haunted places. Spirits, demons, and such always want to kill me." Zak said, and the dark thing vanished.

Standing up, I caught my breath and proceeded around the hospital's second floor. When I was about to leave the second floor, I got a flash of a little boy with brown hair and beautiful green eyes. I couldn't resist the urge to sit on the stairs and draw him. Once I finished the art piece, I handed the one I drew previously and gave them to Zak.

"Who's the little boy? "He asked, looking down at the drawings.

"Son," I replied, pointing to the female I drew. "She told me she lost her baby."

"How'd she lose her baby?" Aaron asked me from behind the camera.

"The doctors took him," I answered, staring into Zak's pretty blue eyes. "All because they say she was unstable. The doctors gave her some meds and killed her."

"That's awful," Zak said in infuriated.

"It sucks how someone can treat another person like that." I shook my head, proceeding down the stairs.

"Yes, it does." Zak agreed as we walked outside of the hospital. "Well, thank you for coming out and reading the place. Do you live in Texas?"

"No, I'm visiting family. I live in Vegas." I replied, taking off the mic and handing it to the camera guy.

"No way." Zak had a surprised look on his face. "I do too."

"What a small world." I grinned.

"Do you have a business card? Maybe I can contact you for another investigation." Zak suggested, and I smiled, knowing he most likely wanted my number.

Reaching in my bag, I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down my phone number on it, then handed it to him. As I got in the passenger seat of Celeste's car, she drove away.

"I think you make his heartthrob." Celeste laughed.

"I don't know it's business." I grinned, shaking my head.

"Not from the look he gave you," Celeste said, smiling at me.

Shaking my head at my best friend, I rolled down the window and stared at the sunset. I don't know what it is, but there's something about that Zak guy that connects me to him for some reason. Maybe it's because we can sense energies or because I find him a little cute, but there's something there.