WHAT CANNOT BE MEASURED
I have a paranormal investigation business in Valencia. A channel, customers, technical team, own methodology. Everything documented, everything measurable. I like things to have an explanation. Marcos has no explanation. We've been together for two years and there are things about him that don't add up. Not alarmingly — in a way that makes me want to look more. I write it down. I know I shouldn't write it down but I write it down. Tonight is our anniversary. I have brought him to the Preventorio de Aguas de Busot — a sanatorium abandoned since 1975 that I have just bought to turn it into the first real paranormal hotel in Spain. The most impulsive thing I've ever done in my life. He still doesn't know anything. There's something in the air tonight. In the building, in Marcos, in how he looks at me when he thinks I don't see him. As if he was also about to tell me something. I have been measuring anomalies since I was twenty-three years old. I know how to recognize when something is about to change. Tonight something changes.
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I have a paranormal investigation business in Valencia. A channel, customers, technical team, own methodology. Everything documented, everything measurable. I like things to have an explanation. Marcos has no explanation. We've been together for two years and there are things about him that don't add up. Not alarmingly — in a way that makes me w...Read more