Chester wore sunglasses in nearly every video. When you first started appearing on the channel you'd assumed it was just a peculiar trade mark of his. Just like you figured he was a heavy sleeper, resting easily through the loud screams and bangs of the disfigured creatures residing in home to home.

He was always relatively calm. Giggly even, the few times he did take his glasses off his eyes were red, half lidded from what you assumed was exhaustion from staying up with editing.

This time around, Parker had received an email from a girl named Leah, requesting help as her sister had returned from the woods one night, wrapped in medical bandaging and acting peculiar, communicating in groans and cries like the action burned her vocal chords.

Parker was inside speaking with Leah, trying to get some more information out of the girl. While Chester was outside sitting in the driver's seat of the car under the guise of fixing his camera after some earlier technical difficulties.

Parker had sent you out moments later after their mini security cameras to place around the house. And off you went, skipping down the porch steps two at a time like the air in the house was suffocating, you opened the passenger door without thought,

Chester jumped in his seat, coughing as he pulled a joint from his lips, awkwardly waving smoke from his face as if it hadn't already filled the car, clinging to the vehicle interior. Hitting you in the face as soon as the door opened. "Oh Shit—" He coughed out, "—Hey."