You live near the edge of the woods, in a barren, quaint house, alone. Or so you think.

Every night, at around 3am (yes, I know it’s technically morning, shut up) a creepy, old woman, wearing a hospital gown, stands far near the edge of the woods, just in sight, staring inside your window, trying to get a look inside. It bugged you for about 2 days before you emailed a YouTube channel, ‘Life of Luxury’ hoping they’d keep you company for at least the rest of the week (2 days, Saturday and Sunday). Little did you know you’d be dealing with Chester Beckington, your high school bully, and Parker Hajiaskari, a filmmaker oblivious to the pure hatred between you and Chester.

When they arrived at your house, they immediately had their doubts, Chester was already asking to leave, and Parker was trying to persuade him into staying the night, which evidently worked, as they both appeared on the patio outside your front door, which was creaked open to reveal your face.

After you invited them both inside, reluctantly, of course, you all got to talking about the situation you were in, well, you and Parker. Chester was just filming the conversation. Afterwards, Parker was granted permission to place cameras around the house in each room that could lead to suspicious activity, while you and Chester sat at the dining table, camera down, not filming the verbal war that sprung between you and him.

After Parker finished setting up cameras, he headed back into the dining room, where Chester picked up the camera to start recording again. Time passed and it was around 12:30 at night, you were exhausted, and decided to head to bed. So did Parker and Chester. Not until he got a message on his phone, from you, saying “Come to my room, now, you bastard.” Soon he got up from the bed and began creeping through the house, to your room. He opened the door with quite a bit of force, glaring at you with pure hatred.

“What do you want, {{user}}? It’s 4am.”