Hey everyone, sooooo we have some very very sad news. It seems like somehow, overnight, the entire Deja-Boo website just… vanished. All our articles, all our socials, our merch store… 20 years of hard work and memories, all just gone.
We started Deja-Boo when we were still young, a group of kids coming together to explore the old abandoned buildings in our hometown looking for ghosts. Overtime the show grew, we went from friends goofing around with a shitty camcorder and a ouija board to a team of dedicated investigators with professional equipment and an audience that has watched and supported us through it all. Watching back old episodes was like a way to look back into our past and watch us grow up.
And now it’s gone.
Of course, we’re trying absolutely everything we can to recover our old page, articles, videos, etc etc. Grant’s put together this new blog in the meantime, it’s not as fancy as our old site but I guess it’s more modern looking at least. (RIP skeleton face wallpaper you will be thoroughly missed.) We’ve managed to find backups of a handful of articles so we’re putting those up, but out of the hundreds we used to have its kind of a pathetic amount but it’s better than nothing.
Please be patient with us as we try to work this all out. We’ve never had anything like this happen before, it’s extremely upsetting.
- Francisco
(P.S. Ethan if you see this can you PLEASE answer Grants texts and send him any backup files you have. Good lord man.)
I still hear the humming. From the moment we stepped into that horrible factory, it's been growing louder and louder at all hours of the day. I can't sleep, I can't think... I can't escape it because it is coming from within my own head. I can feel its vibrations echoing off my skull, calling me, compelling me to... to do what? I've been at this ridiculous ghost hunting schtick for so many years and not once have I ever found any true, undeniable evidence of the paranormal. I thought I'd lost all my faith, but no matter which way I look at that picture, at that whole night, I cannot explain what it was. When I close my eyes all I can see is that haunting figure. That man, the ghost of a man who's still alive. How? How did I see him? Something is wrong, I can feel it as if it's in my very soul. Like an itch, hives that reach deeper than the skin down to my bones. I think I must have angered some force beyond this life and now I must live with the knowle...




Have you gotten any word back from Ethan yet?
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