A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop. 

Rope made out of sheets? Check. Camera? Check. Flashlight? Check. Heavy clothes and books? Check. Backpack, snacks and water? Check. Everything was ready. He would be done with the dare in no time ... Well, he would like to tell himself that. It was about a thirty minute walk to the house, and it might take longer due to the snow, but he would reach it and get ... evidence. Oliver gulped.

Why had he accepted the dare again? Oh right, he wanted to make it into the paranormal investigators group at his middle school. There only was eighth grade left, and he wanted to get in sooner than later. Sure, they'd probably all go to the same high school, but it would be harder to get in once in ninth grade. At least, that's what he assumed. High school did have the notorious reputation of kicking someone to the dirt if the person didn't find some group to hang out with.

Throwing the sheet rope out of his bedroom window, he grabbed a hold of it and tested its strength first. He gave it a good, hard tug, and it stayed. Oliver breathed a sigh of relief and placed his dark red gloves on and wrapped his scarf in similar hue around his neck. The young teenager adjusted his navy blue beanie some while tufts of dark brown hair poked out from under his hat.

Breathing in before he exhaled, he slung his backpack over his shoulders and took up the rope again. Carefully, he made his way down and used the side of his house to help his descent. A shiver ran up his spine from the cold, but excitement at sneaking onto the home's grounds ate at him.

Hopping down, snow puffed up around his feet, and he headed off towards his destination. Confidence was in his step, and he had to force himself to open the back gate quietly before he closed it again. The squeaking of the old metal made him cringe, but he didn't see his parents' bedroom light turn on. His shoulders relaxed, and he walked through the more wooded area around the houses so that no one would see him.

Oliver flicked on his flashlight at a dull light and reminded himself that the creature was no longer in their town. It had been seven months since everyone had calmed down from the thing, and it had been eight since the last attack. Haley Zeen and (f/n) (l/n) both had been kidnapped technically, but everyone knew them to be dead. Luckily, the creature had left with them. Therefore, it was safe to walk in the cover of the many pine trees around their town. Sure, there were animals and other critters, but he wasn't worried about those. Rarely, did any attacks happen.

At one point, though, he did have to cross the street. His brown eyes looked for any cars, and he was relieved to see none. It was midnight, and he did live in a relatively quiet, small town. Once on the other side, he hid himself back behind the trees near the road and continued to follow the path to his location.

Carnation Hills was his stop, and he felt his heart rate increase as he neared it. He was excited to explore the grounds and snap pictures of the place to earn his ticket into the group at school. Probably, he wouldn't sight anything out of the normal, but that wasn't his task. It simply was to retrieve several pictures of the place and leave. Easy enough.

Still, there were rumors that someone was in the owners' daughter's room at his school. One of the girls, who had gone with her parents to tend to her uncle's funeral, had stated that she had seen the curtains move when no one had been in the house. A boy in another class, who had traveled there for a cousin's funeral, had sworn that he had seen a woman by the window when no one had been inside.

The paranormal group had stated that it had been the ghost of the owners' daughter. Others had whispered that she might still be alive. Fewer people said that both the daughter and the creature were back. After all, it had been common knowledge that the thing had taken an interest in their daughter particularly. Whatever the case, he would check out the window and take a picture. Maybe, the daughter's ghost would appear in it.

When the home came into sight, he grinned to himself and looked to the wall since the main gate was locked. He wondered how he would get over since it was tall and the top had spikes to deter intruders. Others had climbed it in the past, though. Steeling himself, he made the ascent and reached the top. Carefully, he put a foot each between some of the spikes before he hopped down.

Snow shot up, and, momentarily, a cloud of white surrounded him. He rubbed some off of his face and got back to his feet. Thankfully, he received no broken bones or sprained ankles. That jump had been a risk, but he had made it successfully, and he wouldn't be making it again anytime soon. Oliver dusted himself off and reached into his backpack for the camera. Switching it on, he walked more into the cemetery.

Since it got annoying to hold up the flashlight and the camera at the same time, he put the flashlight away and used the camera to view his surroundings. It did have night vision, and he wanted to make sure that he got pictures of anything odd. Dealing with a flashlight at the same time might cause him to miss it. He didn't desire that.

If it had been eight months ago, he wouldn't have needed the flashlight or night vision for the entire funeral home since everyone had massive amounts of lights turned on during the night. Now, the whole place was shrouded in darkness, except for the lights by the main gate. It was a little chilling, but nothing too terrifying. Again, the creature was gone.

Coming up to the front of the funeral home, he angled the camera up to the window. He scanned over the area and snapped a picture, though; he didn't see anything. Oliver went to the picture he just took and examined it closely. Still nothing. A sigh parted from him, but he still had at least several hours; he needed to leave thirty minutes before his parents woke up. Usually, they woke up at seven, so six thirty would work.

About to turn away from the window and check back later, he paused. He swore that something had moved up there just as he started to turn away the camera. Curious, he steadily faced the window again. When the camera was fully on it, his whole body froze. In the night vision, he saw a man standing there. That wasn't Mr. (l/n). Oliver took several steps back while his right index finger pressed the button to get a picture. A quiet snap sounded, but that was enough.

Instantly, the man's head seemed to snap into position too. Oliver became paralyzed. Glowing orbs stared into his camera as a steady smirk grew upon the man's lips. The teenager shook his head in disbelief. Who the h*ll was that man? He took more steps back, but he couldn't look away.

Out from behind the curtains, long nails emerged as the man revealed his left hand. "No," Oliver muttered and shook his head, "No." His mind couldn't comprehend what he was seeing. The creature ... That thing was in there. Did the owners know? Were they dead already?

Lifting his left index finger up to his lips, the creature made a 'shh' sign. That only frightened the teen more, and his finger pressed the button again. Terror ran throughout the teen's veins, but he had evidence. He would get into the club; he would even get rewarded; however, he had to run, but his body stayed in place. It was as though he was frozen to the spot.

Removing his finger from his lips, the creature now held up all five fingers. Gradually, he started to count down. That wasn't a good sign. He needed to dash. Oliver lowered the camera and stepped back. The teen couldn't see what number the creature was on, but he forced his legs to turn before he darted off. Snow slowed him down, but he refused to stop running.

Close to him, there was the wall. Once he was over, he would run along the streets and hope that someone happened to be driving by, or he was dead. He knew that he couldn't outrun that thing forever. A door opened behind him. It would be a close call. "Come on legs," he begged, "Move!"

Behind him, there were soft steps in the snow. Was the thing even chasing him? Should he look behind him? No, never look back. Maybe, he was hearing wrong. His heart was pounding in his chest and conquered most of his ears. Reaching the wall, he leaped up and grabbed hold of the top. Were there even steps behind him anymore? He really couldn't tell, but he didn't care; he just had to keep going. Oliver lifted himself up and made the jump. This time, though, he wasn't as careful. One of the spikes nicked his right ankle. A quiet cry of pain left him, and a groan followed as he hit the snow covered ground.

Both of his hands grabbed his ankle, and he could just see blood staining his jeans. His camera lied next to him on his left, but it wasn't broken thankfully. Managing to sit up, panic set in again, and he hurriedly inspected the area around him. There was no creature. Had he imagined all of that? "What the ..."

"Really, you should be more careful." Someone tsked behind him, and his whole body felt like a statue ready to be demolished. A giggle hit the teen's ears. "Though, I don't really care either way." Steps sounded behind him. They were soft and calculated. "Still, that's not the problem here." Another giggle followed. "The problem is that camera." Oliver stared to the deathly pale, bare feet before him. Loudly, he gulped. "Really, it's rude to take a picture without asking." The thing kicked his injured ankle, and he winced, but he couldn't move back; he was far too terrified. "Seriously, learn some manners. At least, you wore red for me." Another giggle left the creature's lips. Crouching in front of him, the creature grinned. "But, you can make up for it." His pale orbs traveled to the blood. "I do want some dinner." He giggled loudly and tilted his head some. "Want to join?"