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"Terribly tragic, I have to wonder if there was ever a happy, peaceful moment here."

He looks over at the building sadly.

"I guess that's something I can do for the spirits here, give them peace."

He looks back at the camera with determination, "let's see how many ghosts we're dealing with here."

He packs up the tripod and switches the veiw to a chest camera.

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"Alright, let's see how the gruesome tale ends shall we."

"We jump to 1953, the building now a few years into being made apartments, one of the residents Amelia Cake- woah" he stops reading to exclaim, "these are the first names that have been divulged throughout the whole thing."

"I wonder why" he ponders then continues reading, "Amelia Cake was stricken with greif after finding out her husband, Patton Cake was having an affair with their neighbor, Roman Castillo.

"Her grief led her to murder both her husband and Castillo in blind rage but the murder doesn't stop there, it's said that after a few days after the double murder she also took the life of her child."

"The tale isn't over yet however, right after the quick death of her daughter she went to the roof and set it on fire-"

Thomas looks up at the building confused, "it doesn't look like it was set on fire" he looks back to the article, "the fire was contained to the roof and some of the top floor, after this she jumped to her own death."

"The building had to be evacuated for repairs but it never actually got them, the workers hired to repair the top floor and roof quit not long after trying to fix it due to 'supernatural activity' and it's been sitting condemned since."

"I admit, I'm probably not the best person to be doing this -I'm no spirit expert or anything but..."

He runs his hand through his hair with a sigh, "but I think someone in there needs help and I want to at least try, you know?"

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He lets out a nervous chuckle, "heh... yeah you're telling me, who knew one building can have such a colourful history."

He looks back to his phone, "maybe the next one won't be so bad?"

His hope visibly dissipates, "or not."

"Okay, get ready for this one guys- between 1933 and 1942 this place acted as a personal practice for a doctor who -surprise surprise- wasn't as much of a great guy as he seemed."

He sighs and starts to read the article out loud.

"The small hospital stayed open for almost ten years before the grisly details were unearthed by its very patients, patients who were said to have died on the operating table."

"The hospital was advertised as open for anyone who needed treatment for anything that ails them, so you can imagine most of the patients that came in were ones down on their luck with nowhere else to get help."

"The doctor on the outside was a warm and inviting character, seemed to understand anyone that came through his practice- but within the confines of his walls contains a secret operating room where the warmth doesn't reach."

Thomas takes a second, before continuing on.

"The patients in here seemed less like patients and more like genetic experiments- the ones that weren't dying from thier treatments seemed rather stable."

"The experimentation these people had to endure is a cruel splicing of thier own DNA and... animals."

Horror falls on Thomas' face, "is that even possible? it said some of them were stable... I am horrified and curious."

He continues reading.

"The most stable of the patients was able to break free of their confines and get far enough to be witnessed by others before the doctor found them, it's said that when they were found they lashed out and bit the doctor with thier long fangs that killed him almost immediately after."

"The hybrid person wasn’t so lucky to get out alive themselves though, their very existence panicked the other patients and was stricken down by fear of the unknown."

"The hospital was shut down not long after- it's said that you can hear mysterious animal noises in the building to this day with the loudest of them being an angry hissing."

"Right right, let's get to the next page."

A few seconds pass as he waits for it to load.

"Oh, this is super interesting- we've got quite the time jump here, from 1919 to 1928 this place was classified as a 'warehouse' but in actuality it was a front for mob activity."

"The thing that happened to disband this mob was when the son of the mob boss went against the family, he was killed for his betrayal but not by his father- after his son was killed by his own men he disappeared."

Thomas scrunches his lips, "I know they probably weren't the best people but that's still kinda sad."

"There's a written note from the don, the last thing anyone ever heard from him."

He clears his throat and starts reading.

"I never meant to push him, I knew he had it in him, I just wanted him to see it too so he can take over after my own death.

I never thought he would use his talents for betrayal, my sweet boy always was one to err on the side of caution.

I know he must have been planning this for a while, all the ins and outs, anything that can go wrong, he would have thought of it all.

That night I saw him doing all the things that I taught him to do -against the family- I must admit I felt a swell of pride in that moment.

I'll never get my men back, but they can be sorrowfully replaced if need be- my son can't ever be.

this proves my idea for research was a good one, I think. even if it’s kind of horrible, it’s good to be prepared.

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"Yeah, now we know something, which is better than nothing... I suppose I'll continue with the next segment."

"The Lab: it says the building stays condemned for almost twenty years, we're now in 1857- says here that a wealthy scientist bought the land, blocked it off from entry and barely came out himself."

"He lived here until he died in 1870 by what authorities can only explain as 'an experiment gone wrong'... hm this part doesn't give a lot of information."

"There doesn't seem to be anyone who knew him either, he just kinda showed up one day."

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"You're telling me."

A beat of silence is had before he speaks again.

"So this building was intended to be a meat factory when it was made in the 1830s but was soon shut down in only five years -oof that's rough- it was a pretty small operation trying to make a corporation of itself, however they cut a lot of corners that brought their downfall."

His eyes read a little farther, "oh man it makes sense why it shut down so soon, apparently it was such an ill led company that people would just drop dead from overworking and malnutrition" his face scrunches up, "what really put the nail in the coffin for this business -other than everyone dying and the not great processing of thier meat- is one particular death."

"It says that meat factories in those days were already bad with these things- contamination, overworking and diseases running rampant but this place really made a name for itself gaining the title of: The Human Butchery."

He takes a second to soak in this information, "it's... tragic how many people died here with no care."

He clears his throat, "uh but the particular death that made it shut down was a man who tried to lead the workers in an uprising of sorts, it didn't work the way he intended because he was killed for it but he did get the issues be seen with his death."

"This next part has a warning on it, so uh just mute your sound if you don't wanna hear the gory details."

"The man with an 'unknown name' tried to lead a workers uprising and was brutally murdered by the company owner as a warning to the rest of the workers."

"He was tied up tightly with butcher string and... oh god, he was hung on a meat hook for days before his torture was ended."

"The-the..." he shakily breathes out, "sorry- the killing blow was reportedly an 'unwanted mercy'... whatever that means."

He looks up at the camera, there's sadness etched in his features.

anyways, yes that is a great idea.

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"Alright! let's get researching!"

He goes and picks up the camera to bring it over to some boulders, sets it pointing to said boulders, sits up on one and takes out his phone.

"I guess the best place to start is to look up the name of the building" he says as he types.

A few seconds pass before he speaks again.

"Woah okay... this building has been around longer than I thought- more than a hundred years..."

His eyes widen, "this building has a colorful background just from reading the table of contents on this website, it was a few different things before becoming apartments."

He hums, "should probably start at the beginning- unless you guys are particularly drawn to one of these?"

His face goes blank like the idea didn't even occur to him, "that- that is a good idea..."

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"Ah! I'm prepared for that!" he yanks a large waterbottle from the side of his backpack and shakes it, "I should have plenty!"

"As for other things, I've watched some ghost hunting videos to see if there's anything that would help and well, I can't get all that equipment right at this moment but!" he shoulders his bag off to set it on the ground.

"Okay, I have bandages, rubbing alcohol, snacks, extra batteries and lights, notepad and markers and some little peace offerings juuuust in case."

Thomas is standing in front of the apartment once again, he has a larger backpack on and a camera strapped to his torso.

"Hi! yes hello hello everyone! I am in fact right back at the scariest place I've ever been in my whole life!" a nervous laugh bubbles out of him before he composes himself.

With a more sombre tone he says, "but there's something sinister going on in there and I have a feeling it's not the ghosts."

He turns to the building, "I have to... to... help?"

Turning back to the camera with a puzzled look etched on his face, "I don't know why I feel like I have to but... I just do."

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"I- don't know if it's that I particularly want to" he looks away then closes his eyes, "I feel like I have to you know? there's this... this unexplainable pull that's tugging at me to."

He breathes in deep, holds it and lets it out.

Opening his eyes he stares determinedly at the camera, "I'll be prepared this next time."

A yawn escapes him, "but bed time first- good night or I guess good morning."

Smiling sleepily he bids gooodbye, "peace out."

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"Yeah, don't worry I went to get it checked out- nothings infected but I did get three stitches and thank god my ankle and wrist are only strained."

"There's two distinct voices, I color coded them."