YB and I went ghost hunting, and apparently I missed the part where I was supposed to be scared.
While he was panicking, yelling, and reconsidering every life choice that brought him into that house, I was mostly just... vibing. 👻
We hunted ghosts.
We got evidence.
We made terrible decisions.
YB suffered.
So, basically, a successful investigation.
Featuring:
✨ actual ghost hunting
✨ deeply questionable survival instincts
✨ community yapping
✨ YB experiencing paranormal distress
✨ me being WAY too calm about all of this
⦻ The signal is still broadcasting. ⦻