After the unsettling sensation of a phantom spider, I decided to move back upstairs from the basement while attempting to maintain my composure on my live stream. It was this particular task - maintaining an entertaining presence online while assessing the presence and purpose of a paranormal entity - that changed my mood entirely and thus the course of the night.
Upon my arrival to my safe spot upstairs, I found myself staring blankly at the live stream chat; words escaped me as viewers asked what happened. I usually have no problem cracking a joke or articulating a theory in a moment of fear. In this case, however, I was stuck; my brain and body scattered throughout the floors of the brothel. Within this momentary mess of existence, I found myself experiencing what I would have never guessed...DeJa'Vu. I've talked before about the trickster's comical and persistent attempt to divert us from finding answers within the paranormal and how it he often arrives when we are closer than ever to making sense of it all. It was in the throes of my DeJa'Vu that I felt him near again. The question now was what to do about it. For the remainder of the night, I stayed off live and largely offline. My primary goal had changed from communicating with ghosts to communicating with myself, with the Trickster, and with this odd emotion that had surfaced. I decided to use the SB7 spirit box for the rest of my investigation and visited the basement again, first. After, I spent time inside the strangely familiar madam's apartment...where the DeJa'Vu was strongest. I asked the feeling itself questions, digging into why this would be happening and what it meant for me as an investigator. The ghosts, if there were any, stepped back from this intimate moment between and my own emotions and the message began to decipher for me... Which I'm not telling you. Yet. Muahahah.
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