Our subject today is Simon McNeil.
He's a self-professed medium.
He's almost here.
For those of you that don't know,
I've recently lost my son Miles.
People like Simon like to prey on grief.
Ready whenever you are.
I need complete darkness.
Or rather they do.
All the dead have stories.
There is a place where these horrors are transcribed.
I'm not sure where I'm going, but it
felt like I was being followed.
We're headed to Ravermoore.
Is it a nice place?
No.
Here.
The dead.
They are so much closer than you realize.
I wasn't planning on stopping.
I just think I'm really tired.
Come.
You're safe here.
I just have a thing with noises.
It's neurological.
Would've probably been better if I just
didn't stop taking the meds.
[GASPING]
Oh.
I'm so sorry, dear.
I didn't mean to startle you.
Man, some bad shit happened here.
Urban decay, that's what happened.
We like to think everyone who stays here is family.
We all die.
But sometimes the stories of our passing
must be forever carved into our collective memory.
But all stories end here.