Ghost Freaks
We’re not your typical group of ghost hunters; not that anyone in that business is exactly “normal.” Everything you see on the shows is massively overblown. The few sightings that they get are some movement and maybe a full-bodied apparition for two seconds. Then everyone loses it for the rest of the episode. Those guys never take the real hairy jobs. The ones where a client’s friend calls because the owner of a house has been bombarded by a poltergeist for the last month. Or, even worse, they died and a relative wants to know just what the hell happened in their house.
That’s there the Ghost Freaks come in. We take the cases no one else will because they’re too scared and don’t want to risk something truly gnarly going down on their show.
My name is Keith Shultz and I’m the founder, president, leader, mastermind, head honcho, of Ghost Freaks. I started the business with my brother three years ago and since then we’ve amassed more footage of paranormal most other groups see in their lifetime. When you’re willing to stay in the warzones, you almost always come out with something good.
On our first investigation we went straight for the jugular and stayed in a haunted prison on the outskirts of Detroit. It was one of those ultra hotspots where teenagers would go to do stuff and half the time disappeared. Supposedly there was a series of prison doctors who ran all kinds of experiments on the prisoners. I’m talking weird stuff, like sewing two people together to create a Siamese.
Anyway, our whole team was green and within an hour, Ned Johnson, one of the team leads felt a hand on his shoulder and then start to reach for his throat in one of the cells. Ana Marlow saw a full-bodied apparition crawling across a lower floor and then there was Pete. Poor guy. Pete was hanging back from one of the groups to sweep a cell when the door slammed shut right on his hand. Broke six different bones, the thing looked like a balloon animal that had started deflating. The door slammed again and this time closed all the way, locking him in there. It took eight people over 30 minutes to pick the lock. The entire time Pete said he kept hearing breathing behind him and someone shuffling back and forth. Always a trooper, he stayed surprisingly calm throughout the entire ordeal. We didn’t see anything in the darkness, but we kept the cameras rolling the entire time and believe me when I say I almost quit on the spot when saw what was on that footage.
Someone, or something was pacing behind him the entire time. It looked…almost human, but like it had started to decompose in a strange way. Instead of turning gaunt into a skeleton, it was decomposing into something animalistic, something more predatorial.
Two thirds of our staff quit after that night. Ned, Ana, and to his credit, Pete were the only ones who stayed besides me and my brother Greg. Turns out that was all we needed.
For everyone haunted by ghosts too disturbing to air on tv, who live in houses that are stalked by vengeful spirits ready to rip your soul from your body, or who sense demonic entities lurking in the shadows, don’t freak; that’s our job.
