 “Kross Roads Inn” by Twiztid
Narrator: Built in 1803 by Pagan settlers, Kross Roads Inn has been responsible for over 10,000 untimely deaths. Rated the number one haunted location in the world, according to the spirit guides, rumor has it that spending one night in the Kross Roads Inn will result in death…or maybe worse.
Jamie Madrox: Got there in amazement. First haunted place I ever stayed in all night. Up to this time was just chicken feed. This the real deal. Welcome to the big leagues, thrill seeker! With a video cam in hand, I'll be damned if I miss a shot of the century on the count of if I wasn't prepared with video photography. So I would be a little bit dumb if I didn't come with state-of-the-art for the hunt. There's a curse that whoever signs with their full name will never be allowed to return from whence they came. So to prove it all wrong, I jotted mine down fast. I put my middle initial between my first and my last. So my curse, I signed it like an autograph. I even left a note on the way about the time stamp. Who am I to believe she is real? As the camera rolls and records what I feel.
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This is where my problems begin…after just one night at the Kross Roads Inn. ‘Cause you can't check out after you check in…after just one night at the Kross Roads Inn. I've got to live it up…even though the dead's around. I've got to live it up. Screamin', crawlin' outta the ground. I've got to live it up…even though the ghosts so scared. I've got to live it up. Twiztid's been around in the Inn. I've got to live it up.
Narrator: Signing the hotel registry will not prove to be such a funny hoax after all. Still determined, what lies ahead just up them winding stairs is sure to be solid proof to any skeptic moron.
Monoxide: Up the stairs and a couple of quick leads, hoping that the camera catches everything in between. I reach the top now. I'm in the hallway, walkin' and I whip around quick ‘cause I thought I heard talkin'. And my camera drops and the house, it goes black. All of a sudden, I'm startin' to feel hand on my back. The lights come on, I'm freakin' out! I can hear the people walkin' on the top of the house! Little flickers of blue light gets my attention. I can see the reflection of someone standin' there. I got the cam and I'm holdin' it steady. And I'm thinkin' “I'll get the pictures or whatever and I'm outta here!” A door opens to an empty room, and against my inhibition, in the sight of the moon, was the flickering light I saw there in the crack of the door. I'm alright! I gotta make it ‘til the end of the night!
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Narrator: The shadow of light waits for the piercing morning sun. We find two thrill seekers now bound to this unholy structure. In reality, they believe they're still alive, and continue to try to break free from a destiny that cannot be changed.
Jamie Madrox: Covered in shards of glass. Broke through the windows into the lobby and landed on the floor on my ass. (I got up and brushed off.) Now I'm so confused! I'mma break every window in an effort to get through! Every door's locked shut with a skeleton key as apparitions reappear and disappear in front of me! (I'm goin' outta my mind!) As the camera batteries start to die, I'm the only one in here that's still alive! And there's a lady in all white, floating down the hall that says “Welcome home, Sweetie,” as her hair falls off! Now this dirty God don't spell home to me! But I'm trapped in Kross Roads and unable to leave!
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Narrator: Just realize that all of you who ask to reach out, and contact more of the beyond with your cameras and electrical devises. Respect for the dead is something you will never learn until you are truly home…amongst…the dead. HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!
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