What is it about fame? You can't eat it. You can't live on it. Someone dieing to have it.

A haunted hotel, full of souls. A reality show about finding them. And yet they ignore the one arm man. They ignore the child. They ignore the lady behind them.

Who they pick? . . . No one? I feel bad.

So, I decided to film them myself. I hid until the film crew went somewhere else. Then I sneak into their van. Oh, nice camera.

Time to film.