Michael had moved from the Midwest to LA three years ago.

He wanted a career in the movie industry and that was impossible in Minnesota.

After moving, he was able to get a job in the field.

It was not in writing, which was his dream job.

Instead, he was part of the film crew, usually working the cameras at shoots.

He was hoping to catch a break as a writer soon, but for now, the film crew was fine.

In the past year, the three movies he worked on were all filmed in the same place,

at an old abandoned hospital in the neighborhood of Boyle Heights in California.

There were a lot of other people that hated filming there, but Michael loved the place.

He had a creepy vibe to it and horror movies were his favorite.

One day, while the rest of the crew was filming in another part of the hospital,

Michael was hanging out in the craft services area.

He was sitting at a table, scrolling his phone,

when it felt the temperature in the room dropped.

It was weird, but he ignored it.

Then he felt a tap on his lower back.

He turned around expecting to see another crew member messing with him.

But no one was there. He ran back to what the rest of the crew

was filming. In a different part of the hospital, the special effects person, Brian, was filming

alone. He came across a dead bolted door. The window leading to the room was broken and

Brian decided to stick the camera through the hole.

But as soon as a camera went through the window, it shut off.

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