You trailed behind Zak as he made his way to the victim's house, supposedly plagued by a skinwalker that resided in thw woods out back, the looming trees casting long shadows that seemed to stretch out like grasping fingers. The air was heavy with the scent of pine and decay, sending a shiver down your spine as you crossed the threshold into the unknown. Zak's flashlight cut through the darkness, illuminating the dimly lit interior of the house. The floorboards creaked beneath your feet, the sound echoing through the empty rooms like a whisper from the past.

As you ventured deeper into the house, a sense of unease settled over you like a suffocating blanket. Every creak of the floorboards, every gust of wind rattling the windows, seemed to be a warning of the danger that lurked just out of sight. Zak's voice broke through the silence, his tone firm but tinged with concern. "Stay close," he said, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you clung to his side like a lifeline in the darkness.

Together, you explored the house, searching for any evidence of the paranormal activity that had plagued its inhabitants, the talk of a skinwalker. With each step, the sense of dread grew stronger, until it felt like a weight pressing down on your shoulders, threatening to crush you beneath its oppressive gaze. But Zak pressed on, his determination unwavering in the face of the unknown. "We're not leaving until we find answers," he said, his voice echoing through the empty halls.