Ghost hunt Flow

Yeah… Lights out… we step in… Creepin’ through the dark, got my flashlight low, Heartbeat jumpin’ every time the cold winds blow, Team on my back, yeah we ready for the fight, If it starts a hunt, better pray you hide right EMF goin’ crazy, beepin’ in my hand, Level five spike, yeah we ain’t alone man, Hear a faint whisper through the spirit box tone, “Are you here?” — now I wish I stayed home… Footsteps echo, shadows start to dance, Peek around the corner, ain’t takin’ no chance, Got the parabolic microphone, hear it in the hall, Something just moved… nah that ain’t normal at all It’s a banshee, I can hear the scream, Piercin’ through the silence like a nightmare dream, Door just slammed, now we trapped in a curse, Every second passin’, yeah it’s gettin’ worse… RUN when it hunt, hide don’t breathe, Closet door shut, pray it don’t see, Flashlight flicker, sanity gone, If it finds you… you ain’t lastin’ long EMF spikin’, spirit box talk, Ghost writin’ signs in the haunted walk, Every clue we gather, tryna make it out alive, But the fear in this house? Man it thrives… Yeah we ghost hunters, but we feel like prey, One wrong move and you fade away, From the basement steps to the attic scream, Phasmophobia livin’ in a nightmare scene So if you step inside, better come prepared, Cuz the dark don’t play and the ghosts don’t care, Hear that whisper? Yeah you know the course— Turn around quick… or become the source.