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@paranormaljoey: SO I LIVE LIKE IT'S THE LAST TIME!!!!! FOR A LONG TIME!!!!! AT THE WRONG TIME!!!!!! WHEN'S THE RIGHT TIME

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have we seen sinners 16 times? maybe so

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@paranormaljoey: what in the christopher street movie adaptation

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meeting my friends for coffee wow i sure hope i can find them in this busy crowded city 🙄🙄

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@paranormaljoey: getting a haunted vibe from the white cat btw. don’t ask.

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Hero’s cats like me more than her and, as it so happens, so do little PB’s foster fails too. The camera never lies.

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@paranormaljoey: TODAY IS A GOOD DAY @paranormaljoey: @louwardo2025 feel like you'd enjoy this

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“I give you my heart,

a safe house.

I give you promises other than

milk, honey, liberty.

I assume you will always

be a free man with a dream.

In america.”

- Essex Hemphill

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@paranormaljoey: okay MUSCLES

@paranormaljoey: your arms are like MOUNTAINS

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things stuff lookin buff

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@paranormaljoey: WELCOME BACK SCOTTYJOEY DAYS YOU WERE MISSED

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Joey days are kinda the bomb.

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@paranormaljoey: need to be you when i grow up FR

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new highlights who dis

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Joey raised an eyebrow at Micah’s greeting for any entity that might be sharing the room with them. Her eyes darted around in consideration before she threw a look at him over his shoulder.

“Micah, I think that greeting might actually be reserved for aliens,” she said, confident that was correct.

She pressed a hand to her chest as the spirit box she held kept on beeping. Abruptly, it cut out, leaving her breathing ragged, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Naturally, Micah was the one that recovered first, forever being the voice of reason while Joey’s imagination ran away with itself. 

Her jaw fell open as he addressed the room at large, calling Yankee Jim Robinson his nickname out loud. Swiftly, she backhanded his arm in warning before shaking her head with a pout, hoping that if the spirit of the centuries-old man was in the room, then he would understand that she was just as unhappy about Micah’s pet name as he was.

“It’s okay, Mr Yankee Jim,” she called out, still trembling a little. “I didn’t… you know… actually pee.”

It wasn’t Yankee Jim Robinson that she was worried about offending if she had soiled herself though. This wasn’t his house. Instead, she wondered: what would Mrs Whaley think? Would she burst through the doors in a ghostly rage, her famous green dress billowing behind her, ready to throw a teacup at Joey’s head? She shivered at the thought.

“We should head towards the front parlour,” she whispered loudly. As terrifying a prospect as it was to her, that room in particular was widely recognised as the most haunted bit of the entire Whaley home. It was where Yankee Jim Robinson had been executed before Mr Whaley had built the house from the ground up, so if there was going to be any sort of activity from YJR - gosh darn it, Micah! - then it would probably be there.

She beckoned Micah with her hand to follow her, double checking that the red recording light on the camera continued to flash. As they crept through the house, floorboards creaking underneath their weight, she couldn’t help but hold her breath as soon as they stepped into the parlour.

Once again, she lifted the spirit box. 

“Um…” She cleared her throat nervously. “If anyone in here answers to the name of Yankee Jim Robinson, can you please make yourself known?”

The ensuing silence was almost as scary as if there had been any response. Joey could practically feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as she white-knuckled the spirit box.

“Thomas Whaley?” she called. Nothing.

Swapping an unsure look with Micah, guilt sparking in her when she realised that she might have kept him from the warmth of his bed for a dud episode, she tried one more time.

“Anna Whaley?” she tried, her voice weak.

Suddenly, there was a clattering noise, like something heavy hitting the floor and Joey thought that her heart was about to erupt out of her chest from the sheer surprise of it. She jumped, blood thundering in her ears as she reacted and did the first thing she could think of, which was grabbing Micah by the lapel of his jacket and pulling him closer to her so she could cling onto him. 

Even in the midst of her terror, she was careful not to dislodge the camera from his grip as she did everything she could to practically crawl inside of his jacket. She held onto his shirt, pressing his face into his neck, the soothing and familiar scent of his cologne helping to calm her nerves as she trembled against him.

“Holy shit!” she swore, only for a stammering voice to pipe up from behind.

“Oh my god guys, I’m so sorry!” Joey turned, still a little twisted up in the material of Micah’s jacket, to see Marty standing in the archway from the back parlour, looking sheepish and nervous as he threw his hands up in surrender.

“Marty…” Joey breathed, wilting against Micah and tipping her head back against his shoulder.

“I thought you were a ghost,” she said, a little unnecessarily.

“No. Just a white guy with anemia,” Marty joked feebly, bending down to pick up the folder he’d dropped. Joey let out a weak laugh as she looked at Micah, realising just how much she’d gotten entangled with her friend.

“Sorry, sorry,” she apologised, finally pulling away from him, her fingers reaching up to sort the collar of his shirt where she’d all but yanked it down past his collar bones. She caught a flash of muscle, swelling towards his pecs for a moment before she quickly diverted her gaze and looked away, back towards Marty.

“How’s things upstairs?” she asked quickly.

Finger on the trigger, Micah held the camera up to about shoulder level, silently thanking whatever higher power was out there – be it God or Yankee Jim Robinson, he had no idea – for that he and Joey were of a similar height. If she were any taller than him these angles could get a little janky, and even during the years when their show was at its lowest budget that shit wouldn’t cut it. He followed his best friend and costar on tender foot, edging further into the darkened room as he scanned their surroundings, brow arched and ever the sceptic.  

Micah would never claim to be an unbeliever, but he liked to think he and Joey balanced each other nicely. She thought every creaky floorboard announced the presence of some sort of ghostly entity, while he believed their landlord was an asshole who owed them a world of repairs and a rent deduction on their apartment. Joey interpreted soft buzzing noises as a spirit making itself known, and Micah deliberated over if he’d left his phone on vibrate one room over. His job was to help bring the two of them back down to earth, to prove to their viewers that they weren’t just planting flashing lights and mysterious objects in an otherwise abandoned building, but that they too could make mistakes and get it wrong from time to time. 

“We come in peace,” Micah found himself muttering, a playful smirk on his face. 

He wasn’t entirely wrong – they did come in peace. Still, he knew that Joey had a method of how she liked to approach spirits, a code of conduct that she swore by to ensure she never disrespected the dead or made them feel mocked or belittled. But he couldn’t help himself. Jeff hated any sort of reference to their older format, and Micah knew he’d despite the idea of a headless voice sounding from somewhere behind the camera. He believed the camera-man's job was to never be seen or heard, to be a voiceless companion to Micah and Joey on their journey. And as it happened, Micah didn’t give a flying fuck what Jeff thought. 

Then, the box in Joey’s hand started rapidly beeping, the sound increasing with each new set of beeps as his best friend spun on the spot to face him, eyes wide with a look of both terror and excitement. Micah’s heart seemed to pound in his chest, his face breaking out into a wide grin. It could be a total fluke, some sort of trigger that Jeff had planned, but he liked to think they’d struck gold, that their good buddy Yankee Jim Robinson was genuinely trying to commune with them. 

“Oh, they’re gonna love that,” he muttered under his breath, unable to help himself. 

Their viewers loved any real candid moment between the two of them, even if it was something as simple and mortifying as Joey Claremont wetting herself on television. And they’d both fight to ensure Jeff kept the line in too. 

“Hey, YJR – pardon the nickname,” he cleared his throat, shooting Joey an apologetic smile. Glancing around, he ushered her forward, redirecting her as he turned on the spot, pointing the camera in a new direction. “You owe JC here a new pair of pants.” 

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@paranormaljoey: i think they should slay monsters for you as well!!!!!

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Leaving treats on neighbors doorsteps means some days I come home to this 🥹🥹🥹

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@paranormaljoey: well it’s very sxc you see!!!! the world should know

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joey stole my phone just so she could take pics of how sxc the back of my head is clearly

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@paranormaljoey: just fell to my knees in target

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Taking these new headshots serious.

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JOHN BOYEGA: GQ Interview (2022)

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DAISY RIDLEY photographed for Deadline during the 2025 SXSW Conference & Festivals

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@paranormaljoey: ROCKSTAR? SORRY- ROCKST- SORRY. ROCK- SORRY, ROCKSTAR?

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Haven't been to one of these things in a while since... y'know! Thanks guys, I had a blast!

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@paranormaljoey: yes and who DROPPED ME!? 😤

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she fell 0.3 seconds after this was taken btw

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@paranormaljoey: HECK YEAH!!!!! micah and i are READY to start flogging the scotty carter tote bags to everyone

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The look of a man who just sent away a first draft and then immediately switched off the wifi as a way to cope. (Sorry, Lou. Your Gilmore Girls binge can recommence in 5.)

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@paranormaljoey: you ARE the sunshine, silly!!!!!

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ready for sunshine ☀️