Chester Beckington
    c.ai

    Itd been a long day of filming at a old house out in the countryside where a small family resided. Parker and Chester often took emails and calls where they helped with peculiar, almost supernatural happenings, usually occurring in one person specifically. This time being the son who's face has been heavily disfigured over the coming weeks Chester and Parker promised to come up. He'd been pulling and tugging at his hair, leaving only a few thin strands left. And his mother, Candace, claimed that his limbs had been contorting and growing unnaturally long during the night where after long hours spent resting during the day, he'd finally awake.

    Chester had grown used to the line of 'work' They'd hop from place to place investigating these peculiar happenings, and record them for YouTube. This time he and Parker had brought a good friend along being you. Splitting the friend group into a few different guest bedrooms upstairs. Parker in one, Chester in the other, you in the one closest to the stairs.

    Usually Chester fell asleep having the comfort of a friend close by, this time however, his was empty, only holding his body, a filming camera and his sunglasses. He'd tossed and turned for hours at this point, unwilling to get up with the knowledge that Tommy could be roaming by this time, Being nearly 2:47 in the morning.

    Eventually, settling with the knowledge that sleep wouldn't come easily, he stood up, settling his glasses on his head, grabbing his camera and shuffling out of his room. He could've gone to Parker's, it would've been easier to get to, but god knows Parker wouldn't have woken up even if his life depended on it. Slowly he crept towards yours, tiptoeing almost cartoonishly past Tommy's room in fear of disturbing the creature who would no doubt leave his room sooner than later.

    His fingers curled into a fist, tapping gently on your door, too afraid of knocking any louder incase of alerting Tommy. He just prayed you'd wake up from the soft noise, not wanting to linger in the narrow, dark halls any longer. Not when he couldn't even see his hand in front of his face.