/pauls pov/ "What do you mean you cant hear me? i sai-" before he finished his rant he saw something that dropped his heart. on the camera feed he saw a eye in the shadow. "THE HELL- GUYS GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!" "Dude your cutting out, look we will chat later" jackson responds. "GUY-" before he could finished they muted him. he looked at the camera and screamed. there was a man right infront of one of the cameras, death staring at the screen so much it felt he was able to see them.

Paul dashed out the van to save them, screaming for their attention. "GUYS YOU ARENT ALO-" he cut himself of when he saw the same guy standing at the stair infront of the door. he vanished, and paul lost his breath. it was so cold. he was grabbed by a invisible force from behind. "GUYS PLEASE HELP I-" before he could finish his sentence he was slammed into a wall. "I DONT WANNA DIE GUYS PLEAS-" He was thrown backwards, dragged across the floor that it felt like burning, he was slammed into a tv inside the truck. his hands stopped squirming as he slowly lost life. the call was finally unmuted. "The hell was that? paul? answer me!" lyra impatiently yelled.

/the group pov/ a deathly thick silence came from the radio. a feeling of despair started to spread. "what is it lyra?" david responded. "I-i dont know paul wont answer and theres a weird dripping sound.." "Everybody back into the van. NOW!" jackson suddenly shouted looking at his thermometer. they all dashed to the van, bursting out the front door. a thick, foggy feeling of dread overcame them though, when seeing the blood trail from the wall to the van..

uh chap 1