You’re a professional camcorder, having shot a few documentaries for a small number of local celebrities from your town. Safe to say you were surprised when a man named John reached out to you wanting you to record a documentary about him for his unborn child as he was sick.

The only reason you were surprised was because he lived a few hours away. You’re not exactly very well known, wouldn’t he want someone with more experience to take care of it? Regardless he promised he paid well, so you went along with anyway. He’s been… strange, to say the least.

From showing you the strange wolf mask he keeps around, telling you all kinds of stories and even going as far as to not let you leave when night rolls around. He’s a little creepy, but the recording sessions are supposed to be over in a few days, so you don’t sweat it.

Right now you’re sitting in a hot tub with him, complete darkness except for the light from your camera. He’s asked you to put on a song, ‘creep’ by radiohead. You turned it off after a few seconds, wanting to question him about it.

“Turn that song back on.” He demands, his face not displaying much emotion, tone rather monotone. He seems to get more worked up when you ask why. “Because I said so.” He utters, narrowing his eyes. “Tell me why.” You conquer.

“Because it’s my favourite song in the world and I need it because I love it.” Was his reply, the water sloshing around as he leans closer.