Dressed in black from head to toe, I can barely make out Charlotte's outline in the gloom.

She blends seamlessly into the cemetery's background, which is the point.

The last thing we want is for the foundation guards to notice us.

Unless they have thermal imaging in their goggles, they shouldn't spot us.

I highly doubt they'll switch from night vision to thermal anyway,

since whatever is in this cemetery doesn't put off a heat signature.

Or that's what we learned in our research. Charlotte and I are taking

a huge risk videoing this place. In all of our investigations into the paranormal, ultranormal,

and cryptid sciences, the foundation has been mentioned multiple times. But it isn't until this

investigation that we've come

face to face with them, which is really freaking me out a little bit. Not a lot, but enough

that each breath I take is like cold ice filling my lungs. A precursor feeling to one hell of a

panic attack if I don't get my shit together. Of course,

Charlotte says it will be fine. She said that if we timed it right, we could sneak into the

cemetery undetected. And as long as we stay quiet and don't cause any unnecessary commotion,

the foundation will never know we're even here.

Which presents its own problem.

It makes it hard to narrate our movement for our audience.

And it's all about the audience.

Without them, we're just a couple of fools on YouTube.

Tyler, do you read me?

Charlotte's voice whispers in my earbud. Come in. I read you, I whisper back,

...