DitD 21 ghost hunters

 The radio chirped with Steve on the other end, “I don’t know if this is significant, but you know the first time we had a Pat and you having issues?”

“Yeah, it was nothing.” I said back. 

“Maybe,” Steve said. “But the Time of the occurrence was at civilian time 2:02 pm. And the second occurrence was military time 2202.”

“Purely coincidental.” I replied. 

“Again, Maybe.” Steve said. “But today’s date is 6 Jun 2026 and if you remove 202 from the date you get…”

“Funny. So a few coincidence numbers is supposed to scare us?” I said confidently. “I don’t think so. There is not enough evidence to support your theory.”

“I think Steve is right.” Pat said. “Do you remember what Captain Millers official time of death was?”

“0202.” I said sadly. 

“That’s Right, 5 May 2025” Pat said. 

“So what? Who cares?” I said. I was starting to get fed up with the superstition. Don’t get me wrong. There was definitely something going on but the numbers were completely coincidental. I felt as though my limbs became limp. It felt as though I was being pulled into the air with my limbs dangling behind me. The more I tried to use my limbs the more impossible it became to move them. The room became pitch black with the red lights from our flashlights seeming to all die at the same time. I felt Pat rush by me brushing against me as he ran. Steve tried to call out on the radio but I heard nothing but static. This proves it I thought. There is no significance to the time as it was 23: something and yet everything was happening just as before. How can a random set of numbers be linked to anything. Unless, 2202 was the start and 0202 is the end of the activity. The darkness closed in on me. I could no longer feel the stairs underneath me or the wall I was leaning on. I couldn’t hear anything around me. Even my taste and smell were gone. I tried to focus on the smell that I had smelt when I came in the church. It smelled like candles, sweat fill pew covers, cheap leather and something else. It was something unusual for a church i remember. Sulfur! 

Pat ran up to me. “Where did you go? The church was doing some weird shit. The floor was creaking and it seemed like the pews were being picked up and dropped successively.”

“Calm down Pat.” I said

“Steve said that all the cameras became obscured again and when the flashlights dimmed I ran for the doors.” Pat said still panicked. “They’re locked.”