Zak sat in his dungeon. It was the only place where he felt normal. Only in here was he himself. Outside… out there everything was different. He didn’t feel like he owned himself anymore. His soul had abandoned him to live in this dungeon and it had been replaced by those that he chased.
Zak sat in the darkened room alone, senses heightened in his new environment. He could hear Aaron and Nick moving to their locations before it went quiet. Staring his digital recorder, Zak took a deep breath. “Is there anyone in here with me?” he asked.
He hoped there wasn’t. Being with two other guys and doing an investigation was one thing, but being alone in a closed room in an abandoned insane asylum is another. For the show, however, he was Mr. Badass Ghost Hunter/Provoker. “If there is, I’m all alone in this little room here. I’m all yours.” Continue reading
Nick looked at Zak across the middle console of the SUV. “I can’t believe we agreed to meet him.”
Zak rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time since they agreed to do this. “Its good for publicity, you know that,” he said, taking Nick’s hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it softly.
“You know he hit on you at the-“
“He did NOT hit on me, Nick,” Zak cut him off. Nick grumbled under his breath. “But wouldn’t it be hot?” he smiled devilishly at him.