TW: This is kinda graphic, so just be careful!

Paul had never been this distant. Every few days a week you'd call him, but he would never answer. So now, you're driving to his house to see what the hell happened. Maybe he was just sick.

After a while, you stopped in front of his house and got out. All of his windows were closed, and his curtains shut. Strange.

You go to his front door and knock a few times, calling his name. You try the back door and anywhere else you could think of. No answer. At this point, you just open the front door to his house since he had given you a key.

When you stepped into his house, you were hit by the scent on incense and myrrh. When the smoke cleared, Paul was kneeling on his knees in front on a SHRINE OF VINNIE VINCENT.

He was shaking and sweating, mumbling things in a language you didn't understand. However, when you looked closer...

ANKHS WERE CARVED INTO HIS SKIN.

You clamped a hand over your mouth trying not to scream. However, Paul heard it, and whipped his head around to look into your eyes. You felt your blood go cold.