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Love, Hollywood
BRANDON VOICEOVER: We’re back in the basement of the
Calloway House in New Prague, Minnesota. Local legend says
that Agatha Calloway once used this basement for satanic rituals,
but no evidence to back up such claims has been found. While the
daytime tour of the house turned up no unusual readings, Alejo
and I return to the basement at night to see what spirits might
linger between these walls.
ALEJO: Brandon, did you feel that? It was here.
[Alejo shakes his head, eyes color-inverted by the infrared camera.
He waves a hand through the air in front of him, clutching his
chest with the other. Brandon tentatively approaches. He adjusts
his spectacles and powers up a clunky device.]
BRANDON: What did it do? What did it feel like?
[Alejo is silent.]
BRANDON: Alejo?
[Alejo’s grip tightens on the stitching of his cardigan. His eyelids
flutter shut and he collapses against the wall.]
ALEJO: It went through me. God, it’s so cold.
[Brandon takes Alejo’s hands. The ThermoGeist Temperature
Detection device flashes a startling shade of blue between their
fingers, detecting an anomaly nearby. The two men look tenderly
into each other’s eyes.]
BRANDON: We’ll survive. We’ve been through worse.
Logan scoffed and shoved another balled-up turtleneck into her
suitcase. We’ve been through worse. She seriously doubted it. She’d seen
every episode of this show, from the haunted windmill to the satanic rock
museum to the toilet that doubled as a portal to hell, and this was the
corniest one yet. ParaSpectors never shied from melodrama, but as the
show crawled into its sixth season, these cheesy tear-jerker moments
seemed to come every other episode. Logan wasn’t sure if it was the
network’s idea or just her fathers’ penchant for drama.
She pulled two packed suitcases from the pyramid of bags at her feet
and walked them into the hallway. Other than Brandon and Alejo muttering
back and forth on the TV, the house was quiet. Logan sulked back into her
bedroom and stood at the second-story bay window. White morning sun
glinted off the surface of the swimming pool. Beyond her backyard,
sprawling geometric houses rolled down the valley one after the other. She
pressed her fingertips to the window and closed her eyes.
She really didn’t want to leave LA.
Behind her, boots crunched the loose popcorn kernels littering her
carpet. Alejo Ortiz—the Alejo Ortiz of ghost-hunting fame—leaned against
her bedroom door. Between his half-up black hair and lanky frame, he
looked like he’d been plucked right from Logan’s TV. He surveyed her
luggage, holding his phone walkie-talkie style. The real Alejo held himself
differently than the one on TV. He was quieter, less dramatic, always
slouched like he was trying to hear a little clearer.
“The lady of the house is in good shape,” Alejo said into his phone. He
swept the popcorn kernels out of the doorway with the edge of his boot and
raised a brow at Logan like the mess was their little secret. “We’ve got a
few more suitcases to load up, then we can hit the road.”
“Nice.” Brandon’s tinny voice crackled on the other end of the line.
“No bodies under the mattress?”
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