Rose "Chloe" Chuma

A supernatural investigator sets up a camera and starts a vlog with a clear goal in mind: To capture footage of the elusive Bird People, and prove once and for all to all non-believers that the supernatural exists!

As her journey continues, it becomes clear that this challenge isn't about non-believers as much as it is about the investigator herself. Paranormal oddities have been a constant in her life, and she tries desperately to find other people like her, to know she isn't alone in her special interest, and that it's valid to have it in the first place.

Will she find what she is looking for? Will her world-view be validated, or torn to shreds? Should she care in the first place? Find out yourself by checking out the first entry of "Katherine Drew's Investigations of Paranormal Occurrences and Oddities" on YouTube!

A modern-day paranormal investigator summons the ghost of a 1940s paranormal investigator to interview him.

Katherine Drew is a big fan of a certain Henry Vertingham, one of the few famous historical figures from her small Slavic country called Admiria.

Instead of going on a "total Wikipedia research dive" as Katherine puts it, she decides to summon his ghost in order to learn more about him, his life, his research, and his philosophy in regards to what it means to share knowledge about supernatural oddities.

Will they see eye to eye? Will Katherine see her initial idol as a mentor, or as something best left in the past? And what has a Werewolf cult and the Admirian private company "Divergence" got to do with it all? Find out now by checking out the third entry of...

Katherine Drew's Investigations of Paranormal Occurrences and Oddities

...now out on YouTube.

Storms break out in spite of sunlight Though thankfully they’re far less bright I only write in the darkness of the night Face a mirror and remember I’m blind

Turquoise nails and velvet dresses Remind me of your sweet caresses I know nostalgia is senseless But they help avoid future stresses

You stand out in those memories Like birch amongst pine trees But if you read this, then would you please Forget about our first kiss

We’re so similar, but I differ You're a rabbit, I’m a hare Despite how my heart flutters I’m afraid to lay bare

I thought you knew I was more Than what you taught and I learned That picture of us you tore I took the pieces and burned

But isn’t that the funny thing How images don’t capture moments Because moments keep existing Without a frame’s constraints

And so I weaponize what’s left of us When it rained and you got on the bus I stood as it left, wishing it would stop But the sun rose, and the last raindrop dropped