"Hey Kevin, what do the viewers say? What do they feel about the collab so far?” on the other side, which is the West Wing of the Clearwater Municipal Hospital, Lester asked via the handheld radio while Brian was handling the Camera: "How many live viewers do we have now?”

"It’s… not much.” Kevin responded with a bit of hesitation: "They kept asking for more - they said you guys have been jumping and screaming too much without any real scares.”

"Got it, Kevin.” Lester said: "Sounded like they want us to go in deeper? We’re actually planning on that soon.”

"Branston’s group already made it to the third floor, maybe you can try going there as well. Looks like things are more creepy there.”

"The third floor? Isn’t it where the mass poisoning happened? But that’s in the North Wing right?”

"Yes, but some of the viewers sent some pretty interesting stories.” Kevin’s voice was shaking like he was trying to hold back laughter or enthusiasm: "They said that there were some kinda sketchy things going on in some of the rooms - they are - they were not regular hospital rooms for patients.”

"Interesting. Let’s go to the third floor then!” Lester hung up the radio and tapped Brian on the shoulder from behind: "Hey Brian, let’s head to the third floor. The viewers want more action!”

Jenny squirmed, hesitated for a while and said: "Hey guys? I am feeling really uncomfortable on this floor already, I don’t think going up to the third floor is a good idea...”

"Don’t worry Jenny, we’d be fine.” Ricky patted Jenny on the shoulder: "This is gonna be fun and epic! I wonder how this stream will blow up when we get the footage!”

"But...”

"Let’s go! Quick! Catch up!” Brian spoke loudly and led the group to a staircase, causing the formation of the group to change and loosen for a bit, and in the brief moment where Jenny was left behind because she was not as quick to approach the staircase as the others, her eyes glanced through one of the broken windows on her right side, and she saw someone with a bald head, long neck, slim body in patient gown and a pale face behind her. She tried to say anything, she could not utter a word.

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"Alright, thanks, Evelyn.” Jason hung up the radio, then immediately completely shut it off: "We need to leave, now. And Branston, stop the camera, I doubt you’re even streaming.”

"Wait, why? And what was that?” Branston was not sure why Jason had such a strong reaction: "We still need to check out the sound, right? What’s wrong?”

"My friend’s name is Caroline, and I did not ask Evelyn to tell her to come find me when she comes.” Jason took out his wooden pen and some Demon Suppression Sigils from the backpack: "We need to go, we need to get you out of the premise and I will come back to get the other group.”

"Wait, what?” Branston seemed to have trouble grasping what Jason said.

"The person on the radio, it’s not Kevin! OH MY GOD! Are you fucking KIDDING me Branston!” Adam almost threw his notebook and flashlight on the ground: "We need to go! This place is not right!”

"No… We should not...” Tim was silent for a while, and then suddenly spoke with a low and slurred voice: "We… should… not… leave...”

Jason turned to Tim and saw that his head was down and his arms were drooping in front of him, then all of a sudden, he violently raised his head up and faced the ceiling, with his eyes and mouth wide open and started running towards the door of the room.

"Come back!” Jason was already on high alert, so he leapt forward in Tim’s direction, grabbed Tim by his collar and forcefully pulled him back. His pull was so forceful that he sort of ripped Tim’s shirt and almost slammed him onto the ground.

“Let… go of me!” Tim struggled and his speech was still weirdly slurring, the veins on his forehead were popping out and throbbing, his eyes were bulging and the corners of his mouth were foaming: “Let go!”

“Who are you!? Get out of my friend’s body.” Jason stared at Tim’s eyes and with one hand over his neck to hold him down, Tim’s hand began flailing about and he even tried to scratch Jason’s face and arm. But hard as he tried, he was only able to leave some white marks on Jason’s skin, and couldn’t even make Jason bleed.

“Jason? What is happening right now?” Branston sounded like he was about to freak out: “What are you doing?”

“Exorcizing.” Jason gave a very simple answer, then started chanting a spell in mandarin, taught to him by Jianmen, with one hand over Time’s neck and one hand over Tim’s mouth: “By the laws of Heaven and Earth, all the filth and corruption shall not hide before me. The power of the Will and spirits, heed my call!”

As Jason’s Xuanli and power of mind and will flowed through his arm, palm and fingers and locked onto something within Tim’s body like a claw made of energy, he felt that something just popped out of Tim’s mouth into his palm. The bizarre wet and hairy feeling did not even make him flinch - with a grab and pull, Jason removed it from Tim’s mouth, leaving his friend coughing and retching while rolling on the ground.

“What the fuck!?” “What, the, fuck!?” as Jason took a closer look at what he pulled from Tim’s mouth, Adam and Branston also had a chance to check it out. But the sight of it immediately made them jump and back off from Jason.

Jason couldn’t blame them, for he also saw what he had in his hand, and he also heard the ugly cry it made: it was a grotesque looking small human head covered in blood, with one eye closed and one eye widely open and staring at him, and a mouth that was full of sharp and malformed teeth. Under the head there was no neck, but a floppy and torn cord.

The head cried and tried to bite Jason’s fingers, but Jason’s spell seemed to have not only bound and captured, but also gravely weakened it. Before Jason could think of what to do with it, the head crumbled from the inside and melted into pools of sticky goo and pus with a horrible stench.

“What the fuck was that?” the coughing and retching filled Tim’s eyes with tears, but he still saw what happened as he stood up, and his trembling voice showed how shocked and horrified he was.

Jason was just about to answer, but he immediately turned around as he sensed something else was standing behind him.

It was a nurse, with the left half of her body and face terribly burnt and her throat slit, standing at the door, blocking their exit.