Oh boy, I seem to continue to forget to write in you consistently. Life has been hectic, much more than I expected it to be, so this time, I at least have a pretty reasonable explanation as to why it has been so long. I believe the last entry was about two months ago. Would it be okay if I were to aim to write that often as a minimum?

I fear that if I were to write more often, I will eventually run out of things to write about.

You see, while the job of paranormal investigator, especially one working with another quite chaotic one AND running a youtube channel might sound really exciting, 90% of the time, it's not.

We visit a lot of supposedly haunted locations as well as abandoned buildings, theme parks, zoos and the likes. Which is super interesting, but something rarely happens.

Of course, we get spooked by one thing or another. But at this point, it's kind of a 'been there, done that, seen that' kind of level. There's not that much that scares us anymore, unless we're dealing with something that's legitimately paranormal or supernatural.

Like this one time we decided to investigate what we thought was a relatively harmless house in a suburb of Washington D.C. We genuinely didn't think anything was going to end up happening.

Boy were we wrong.

We were just doing our own thing- Cecil had headed upstairs while I went through the downstairs area and was about to head into the basement, when I swore I could've heard something behind me.

I spun around, ready to playfully punch what I thought would've been my partner in crime, but there was nothing there.

Then all of the sudden, there was the sound of footsteps running down the wooden stairs leading into the basement. Right in front of me. While it would've been downright impossible for anything or anyone to get past me as I was literally standing in the doorway.

Needless to say, the hairs at the back of my neck were standing up straight at that point. It took me a few moments to calm down enough to take a deep breath and head into the basement and- I ended up locked in there as mere seconds after I reached the bottom of the stairs, the door at the top, swung shut.

Then, everything went dark.

I don't remember what happened, but I woke up a few hours later, when the sun had already began to rise. I was outside of the house and apparently, Cecil dragged my out. He wouldn't stop complaining about how much I weighed. As if it's my fault I'm taller than him.

Anyways, we came back the next night, this time having done some research and made the usual phonecalls to some people in Greendale who have proven to be rather useful throughout previous investigations.

What happened that night, will be in my next journal entry, as I fear it appears I have other matters to tend to right now. Also known as, having to get to our next filming location before I have to drag Cecil off another abandoned coaster track like I had to earlier today.

I've got plenty of stories to tell.
- Hwan Bin