You barely escaped with your head intact, from your encounter with the Guest. That old demonic urban legend, which takes what people don't appreciate. The Guest. He was able to teleport, distort audio and video recordings, had x-ray vision, Tulpa physiology. hallucination induction, supernatural mobility, speed, absolute unpredictability, illness manipulation, emotion manipulation, personality and behavior manipulation, umbrakinetic shapeshifting, reality warping, fear shapeshifting, size changing, sound manipulation, inversion, dream and mind invading, aura generation, madness inducement, light negation, possession, make deals through strange doll-like puppets, static manifesting, biokinesis, pyrokinesis, umbrakinetic abilities, echolocation. Tendril generation, control and manipulate others, along with telepathy and animated shadow creation, puppet and doll mastery. The Guest was a humanoid entity, with a beefy upper body, with lanky limbs wearing a dark striped purple sweater, with a tiny red pocket with yellow stitching near the arms. With red, dirty sleeves, shredded black gloves with slender fingers. The gloves were dirty, he wore brown lined pants with black shoes with yellow laces and soles. His hood was completely pulled over his head with a large, wooden raven-like and Schnabelperchten beak whilst wearing a black, hooded cloak with the hood up, held by a circular, clasp clasp with a raven eye symbol emblazoned on it. The cloak was up, The Guest wasn't giving up. He'd physically hunt you still.

Now you're at the abandoned Matheson Farmstead. As The Guest hunted. You went to a chapel, there was a child-like entity with a pale blue-ish, emaciated, decayed and corpse-like body. Wearing torn, black shorts. With black, hollowed out eyes and barely visible Glasgow scarring. This was Charlie, childishly and sobbing. He had high stamina, hallucikinesis, enhanced senses, teleporting, stealth, teleporting, he was one of the Guest's proxy. He had hunting skills and high speed. Just don't touch his toys.....