"Jazz," says Chris.
"Nope," replies the landlord. "Ain't no one here called that."
The whisper of a marching band floats through the air.
"It's getting closer," says Mike.
"Check again!" barks Chris.
"I'm here, Christopher."
Chris, Mike, and the receptionist all turn towards the lobby stairs. An elderly gentleman makes his way down; saxophone in hand, a solemn look on his face.
The sound of the marching band draws closer.
"The Darkest Music has returned," says Chris.
"I'm old, Christopher. Best years behind me."
The sound of the marching band shakes the hotel.
"MrJazz, sir?" says Mike. "I believe your power will be stronger because of yourage."
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Chris And Mike vs The World
ParanormalMike's life is as boring as they come. Miserable job. A family that hates him. He's going nowhere, fast. And then his old school friend Chris is released from a mental institute and left in his care. While Mike tries to find someone to take Chris of...
