-y Donde Esta El Fantasma 2 -

The thermal cameras showed them. Not one heat signature. Dozens. Crawling out of the walls, the floor, the ceiling. They moved like spiders with human spines. The original three ghost hunters were among them—their bodies hollow, their mouths stitched shut with old rosary wire, their eyes replaced with polished black buttons.

Sofia: “Val, don’t look in her eyes—” -Y Donde Esta El Fantasma 2

Silence. Then—a sound like wet paper tearing. The thermal cameras spiked in the northeast corner: a human-shaped cold spot, then hot, then cold again. Leo laughed nervously. “Sensor glitch.” The thermal cameras showed them

“¿Y dónde está el fantasma?”

The girl tilted her head. “¿Y dónde está el fantasma?” she mimicked in Val’s own voice. Then she laughed—a sound like marbles in a blender—and pointed a finger at Val’s chest. Crawling out of the walls, the floor, the ceiling

The livestream cut to black.

Sofia started praying. Val kept filming.