I’d only just turned on my recorder when I looked up to notice the dark hallways. We shone our lights into one of them, but they somehow still seemed colorless. Well, except for the few graffiti tags they had on them. Some of the graffiti were just meaningless messages, whilst others gave an impression of being satanic and ritualistic in nature. Yet they all seemed somewhat organized, grouped. As if the activity had been spreading. I started reporting into my recorder as soon as we entered another passageway. Though I didn’t quite know if it was working or not. Daze kept listening for sounds around him and occasionally freaked out by one. Though we were fairly sure there was nothing paranormal about it. Oftentimes it was either me or Crovan kicking a rock or stepping on a plastic cup. But some other times it could not be explained. They came and faded out of and into thin air. As we went along further, we attempted to explain and document all we heard. I was told I was most efficient at this. I felt strangely at ease in this place, aside from the threatening messages and filth. Crovan seemed to feel particularly paranoid as he shifted his view from front to back, quite often. Yet he said this was probably the darkness. Daze was silent until suddenly he stopped in front of me. Crovan almost ran into me due to his looking back at that time. Daze claimed he’d seen something run, and took a picture to confirm. But all the picture showed was an empty hallway. Daze being as stubborn as he was, wouldn’t have it and lead us into the hallway where he’d seen the movement. It wasn’t until we’d gotten there that we’d all started hearing heavy boots stepping alongside us. We took pictures of every side, yet none of them showed anyone. Just as we put our cameras down, Crovan froze up and startled me and Daze with the mere expression on his face. We could see a single tear making its way down his cheek slowly, as if frozen in fear itself. I touched his shoulder, to which he screamed and looked into my eyes with an expression of dread. I asked him what was wrong several times, but only got an answer 5 minutes later. He then explained to me, he saw a very gory scene playing itself out in his mind. It appeared to have nothing to do with us, but rather a soldier who could have been stationary there. When he finally calmed down somewhat, a second sound could be heard near us. Crovan yelled out: “You goddamn bastards! Show yourself! And stop trying to scare us!”  
I could only conclude that Crovan was indeed scared at this point. Yet I still felt relatively comfortable. The room and adjacent hallways had been seemingly drained of all light and sound. Leaving them dead, dark and foreboding as they had been before. We walked amongst the many bits of trash both natural and synthetic, attempting once again to scientifically explain all we heard and saw. Daze heard another sound. He claimed it sounded most like a sigh. Unfortunately, me nor Crovan had heard this sound at any point. Daze, who was still in front of me, took pictures of the place where he’d heard the sound and picked up nothing. It seemed this place was playing tricks on their minds. And in the 20 minutes we’d been here, nothing seemed to be affecting me. It made me feel as if I was meant to protect and guide Daze and Crovan as they slowly felt more and more afraid. Until I finally got my scare. We were standing in a small bricked up passage when all of a sudden I felt someone stroke my back. I was sure there was no one, but still screamed as if in agony. Crovan was startled and shifted his gaze all around us as if to determine the source of the scare. In the meanwhile, Daze was focused on his hearing so much that he simply stared blankly at me. He’d been thoroughly scared, as I was. Though I believe that was probably because of me. The three of us reported being somewhat uneasy now. But we called it alertness. Nothing more or less than that.  
I remember seeing candles on the floor in a somewhat circular position with graffiti in it. It seemingly formed a pentagram, which would’ve been a confirmation of the Satanist activity I thought would’ve gone on here not long ago. But we simply ignored that and went further into the fortress. Once we got to a foreboding room where we all felt slightly unnerved, Crovan decided to hold an EVP session. For those who aren’t familiar with this abbreviation, EVP means Electronic Voice Phenomenon. He started out by saying and asking some things in Dutch, then left a pause for any entities to respond. Afterwards, he did the same in English and French. Though when he’d almost finished the English part, the air in the room had seemingly thickened. It was as if someone was with us. Or something. Whichever it was, it didn’t want us there. That much I could feel clearly. I suggested we leave the room, soon as Crovan was finished. I think him and Daze both felt the same as I did, seeing as they too didn’t quite walk as much as they sped out of that room. Daze suggested we move on as he looked at Crovan intently, as if to oblige him to come along and keep the investigation going. Unfortunately for Daze, Crovan wasn’t exactly known for his tolerance of these kinds of gestures. And so Daz got himself bit.  
“Auch! What the hell Crovan!?” Daze demanded.  
“You shouldn’t look at me that way, you know this.”  
“So you bit me!?”  
“Well…..yes.”  
“You’re insane!”  
“Nope, I just have strong principals.”  
“Calm down guys,” I interjected, “we have a pretty long way to go still.  
Daze sighed and nodded, but no sound or movement came from Crovan. It seemed like he felt deep resentment towards Daze. Though if he did, he wouldn’t speak it. Standing between them, I could feel the tension between them. Like a thick thread hung between them and nearly slicing me every step they took. I stopped once we were back in the room where we’d started the investigation because I couldn’t have them crossed with each other due to something as insignificant as a look. Sure, we lost several minutes before everything was resolved, but I’d rather the investigation were screwed than lose two of my friends. Which I was pretty sure would’ve happened, had nothing been done about it. Not long after all this had occurred, we went on into the attic room. The attic room was made out of red bricks and had a ceiling which arced in a way you’d imagine a church roof to. Here’s where Daze and Crovan took another set of pictures to see if anything was there, yet nothing seemingly showed up on their cameras other than large amounts of dust.  
Nearing the end of the investigation, we went to the ground floor to try and see if there was perhaps anything there. It was muddy and even more foreboding than any other room had been so far. It left me feeling uneasy, scared even. On top of that, I got the added bonus of a foul stench every time I lifted my legs up. Crovan looked around quickly and even spun around where he was standing, seemingly trying to track something as it moved around the fortress. Daze had an annoyed look on his face as his head kept moving itself toward some vague sounds he reported hearing. I was the last one to notice anything, but when I did, the feeling I got froze me right in my place. The intensity of the hatred that was being directed at me from all but the angle where Daze and Crovan stood, terrified me.  Only a fierce roar from deep within the building and the image of a face as we all perceived those things to be, got us moving again. Only this time, instead of walking out, I can assure you we were running out quite quickly. In our fear, we were quite certain we’d never set foot in there again.  
It wasn’t until we’d started reviewing the evidence though that we were absolutely sure. Seven of the pictures had anomalies on them. One more stunning than the next. And on the voice recorder, it seemed we’d picked up voices from the past as well as the present other than our own. Several of the messages had the bottom line of wanting us to get the hell out. Something we’d done only after having a collective experience. The fact that last experience was the only one we’d all shared made me believe it had been feeding off our paranoia and fear the entire time we were there. And if there’s anything I knew about ghosts, it was that no benevolent spirit would ever do that. Not even if it just wanted to have some fun or be left alone. We’d had contact with a malevolent spirit, and there was no way of knowing if it had followed us home. Needless to say, it took ages for us to feel at least somewhat safe again. But when we finally did, we all agreed on at least one thing. Our bond had gotten stronger because of all this.