Walker Hall Event Log #3
Event: Ghost hunting
Hosts: Richard Harkness and Abraham
Location: The haunted Kingdom Hospital. Lewistown, Maine.
Harkness note: After much anticipation, I am back! I have a few more events planned, but keeping sending in those asks.
Group 1:
McVries and Garraty
Tressler and Patrick
Olson and Stebbins
Abraham and Harkness
Group 1 (Stairwell to basement)
The stairwell door groans as Pete forces it open with his shoulder.
RG: Yeah, no. I fucking hate this.
PM: You heard Tressler. What if the others are really in trouble?
Pete rubs Ray's shoulder briefly
RG: Then we should save our own asses and get the fuck out of here.
PM: Come on, Ray, don't be like that.
Pete bats his lashes and holds out his hand, which Ray reluctantly takes
PS: peering down the stairs
Why is it so dark?
ET: Because there are no lights on.
PS: …Right. Thank you, Tressler.
PM: …
You have sweaty hands, Ray.
PM: I'm just saying, if we die down here, my last memory is gonna be about your sweaty palm.
PM: squeezes his hand tighter
No.
PS: whispering suddenly
Wait. Do you guys hear that?
They stop, listening to a faint, distant echo of voices in the basement
RG: …That better be them.
PS: You don't sound so convinced.
PM: I'm trying to be optimistic here, okay?
That alright with you?
A loud clang rings out, making them all jump
PS: Oh no, nope.
stumbles back
Nope, nope, nope, I don't like that.
PM: nudges Patrick forward
Keep it movin', Patrick.
PM: You've got the camera, compadre.
Cameraman never dies.
PS: What?! No! Real life doesn't work like that!
They reach the bottom, the basement hallway long and uneven, lined with broken doors and hanging wires
They all turn to look at him
RG: In what fucking world is this fine?
ET: Well nothing's happened yet!
Tressler looks between the group
PS: That's the exact fucking sentence people say before something happens.
PM: I mean- He is right.
Nothing's happened yet.
A sudden burst of footsteps echoes down the hallway, approaching them rapidly.
PS: backing away
Oh my god.
Oh my god, something is fucking happening you jinxes!
Pete creeps toward the corner of the hallway and presses himself against the wall. He motions for the others to stay quiet.
RH: in the distance
Fellas, wait-
huffing
Come on, wait up!
Pete suddenly jumps around the corner, screaming.
BS: body jerks before he runs a hand over his face
Jesus.
HO: stumbles back
FUCK YOU, PETE.
FUCK YOU.
Olson bends over, placing his palms on his knees.
PM: crying laughing
Oh, your faces..
Ray, Tressler and Patrick are laughing with him.
RH: clutching his chest
I thought my heart stopped.
I think my heart actually stopped.
HO: GOOD!
Maybe now you'll stop with these bullshit fucking outings.
RH: Nobody forced you to come!
HO: YOU SAID THERE'D BE NO RIDE HOME!
RH: I was just bullshitting-
breathless huffing
I-Incentivising participation.
That's not coercion.
BS: to Olson
He's got a point.
snorts
You really thought he'd leave you stranded?
What are you, five?
HO: Don't fucking side with him.
BS: I side with whatever's funniest.
RG: Wait wait wait-
Where's Abraham?
RH: laughs awkwardly
Yeah…
RG: Fuck you mean "yeah"?
RH: Yeah.
He fell through the floor.
PM: His smile falls off his face
…You're joking.
HO: Does it look like we're fuckin' joking, huh?
gesturing wildly
Cause this is serious shit, and I am raring to rip.
Fuck boys, I am raring to RIP.
RG: Okay, yeah, yeah, Olson, we get it.
Is he okay?
BS: That's unclear right now.
PM: Where the fuck is he?
Stebbins turns and walks ahead without waiting for the others
HO: watching him leave
See?
That's what I mean.
That's weird. That's weird behavior.
PM: A little, but weird behavior is what keeps life fresh.
RH: to the others, ignoring Olson
Abraham's alive, just..
winces
Pissed.
PS: exasperated
Oh my god.
The two groups merge and make their way down the corridor together
Group 1 & 2 (Basement room)
RH: to camera, breathless
We have successfully regrouped.
Abraham has fallen through the floor.
Now we're just trying to.. retrieve him.
PM: So, wanna explain how he fell through the floor?
HO: Not really anything to explain.
He just fell through the fucking floor.
RG: I find that hard to believe. Was it Stebbins' fault?
ET: Stebbins does have a reputation that exceeds him.
Pete and Ray share a look. Tressler covers his mouth with his hand.
HO: You are such a fucking liar.
BS: I'm not a liar.
I just don't always tell the truth.
Stebbins smiles faintly but doesn't answer.
PS: Are we ever gonna address Tressler getting possessed?
RH: You- were just gonna skim over that?!
ET: It didn't feel relevant.
Like you guys haven't also been skimming over Abraham's fall.
RH: ignores Tressler.
When was I gonna find out about this?!
RG: We agreed to let you find out while editing.
PS: When did we agree to that?
HO: Holy fuck. Something is wrong with everybody here.
PM: smacks Hank's shoulder hard enough to make him stumble
Think positively, Hank!
You have some extraordinary friends.
New events and unexpected twists and surprises.
HO: I don't even like surprise birthday parties.
Why would possession being real be a good surprise?
Pete grins when Hank doesn't deny the "friends" part
PM: I didn't say anything about the surprises being good.
I just said surprises.
They turn a corner, the hallway opening into a partially collapsed maintenance room, a jagged hole overhead where Abraham fell through.
Abraham is leaning awkwardly against the wall, one leg bent at a very wrong angle.
PS: Did you guys do that?
HO: He fuckin' did that!
points immediately to Stebbins
BS: Gravity did that, actually.
HO: Mocking voice
"Erm, actually-"
No. You did that.
You were taunting him!
RH: Both of you were taunting him, actually.
HO: Shut the fuck up Harkness!
PS: under his breath
This fucking guy…
ET: looks around slowly
It's colder down here. I feel something.
RG: Oh, please don't start with your spooky shit.
PM: Yeah, let's focus on the guy with the busted leg first.
RH: Right. Yes. Good! You're always practical, McVries.
AH: Could everybody stop talking about me like I'm already fucking dead!?
Stebbins finally crouches beside Abraham.
BS: Did you hit your head?
AH: No..
I don't fucking know.
Not badly.
BS: Lose consciousness at all?
RH: That's a good sign, right?
BS: For his head? Yes.
For his personality?
Well, that's debatable.
HO: Since when were you a doctor?
BS: Since… maybe three majors ago?
RG: What? I thought you were in culinary arts?
BS: People contain multitudes, Garraty.
Don't be so close-minded.
HO: laughs
You really fucking believed that?
Stebbins?
The guy who thinks air-fried jelly sandwiches are peak cuisine?
In culinary arts?
You really are a fucking idiot.
BS: glances up briefly
You remembered my favourite food?
I'm blushing.
Stebbins gently presses around Abraham's knee
BS: Don't be dramatic.
You're used to my hands on you.
AH: Shut the fuck up Stebbins.
Everyone's heads swivel to Stebbins; somehow, this information alarms them more than the broken leg.
PM: immediately intrigued
Woah, hello?
BS: ignores them and sighs
Well Abraham's leg is broken.
AH: You're fucking kidding me.
HO: Wait, no no no hold up.
You can't just fucking glaze over that.
HO: You know-
The casual mention of touching each other?
BS: We just… work out together sometimes.
Why would your mind even go there?
smirks
Touch of the lavender, Olson?
HO: splutters
How many times do I have to remind you I have a girlfriend?
BS: You can't hide from Papa Stebbins.
HO: I will beat you to death.
RG: In Olson's defense, all of our minds went there.
BS: Yeah well we all know you're a little queer in the bargain, Garraty.
RG: defensive
The fuck does that mean?
BS: innocently
Nothing.
...
Anyways, you wanna do the honours and call an ambulance again?
RG: You can tell it's broken from just looking at it?
BS: snarkily
I don't need to consult the Oracle of Delphi for this one.
PS: What the fuck does that mean?
PM: Means his leg's fucked.
AH: I don't need a fucking ambulance, I can walk it off.
BS: I'll get the others to hold you down while I perform an on-site amputation for your noncompliance.
PM: laughs
Stebbins you have the worst bedside manner.
RG: You can't just threaten to amputate somebody, man.
BS: It was for obedience.
AH: staring at him
You are genuinely one of the most unsettling people I have ever met.
There's a strange moment of tension
HO: …What the fuck is happening between you two?
RH: Look on the bright side, Abraham!
We're basically matching now.
Harkness note: I decided to end the transcript here because the rest of the recording got significantly less entertaining and significantly more medical, which isn't exactly great for engagement.
I did attempt to get in the ambulance with Abraham so I could keep recording, just in case anything interesting happened, but I wasn't allowed in. At least there was more room in the car on the way back.
Personally, I think the night went really well! Nobody died, which was great, and we strengthened group morale through shared trauma.
And no need to worry about my endangerment and criminal mischief charge. Nobody pursued charges!
Which, like, basically means it's okay to do again?
