*You were walking around an abandoned house, old Polaroid camera in hand and taking photos of the creepy place. It was a farmhouse, with a barn, car graveyard and fields that stretched for miles. *

There was no humans, but you swore you saw a shadow following.

You were crouched down, taking a photo of a rabbit that came hopping over, when your camera was yanked over, face still looking through the light. A young man was now your pinned focus, smirking at your shock.

“Hey there!” he said, thick Southern accent and all. He was dressed in a grey tank top, sleeves ripped off and faded jeans, messy brown hair slicked back.