Throughout the rest of the stream, it was fairly normal apart from small bugs and glitches from time to time with the camera. What's worse is every time Jack laughs, his laugh is metallic and glitchy which convinces everyone more he's adding Anti effects for shits and giggles. Even though he said it doesn't.

But to me, it feels too odd. There's something off about it but I can't seem to put my finger on it. I've noticed it must be only on our side because of Jack's reactions whenever someone brings it up in chat, his reaction is way too serious. It gives me this squeamish feeling that I can't get rid of...

During the middle of a Golf With Friends collab with Mark, Ethan, Bob, and himself, the camera goes black.

"What the fuck?" Jack shouts.

Oh, the lights!

You hear his voice through the camera but it's too dark to see any movement. Mark, Bob and Ethan"s cameras are still visible, however.

"What happened?" Mark asks concerned.

"The lights went out!" Singe gasps.

"Oh no!" Ethan exclaims, a nervous look on his face.

"It was just the lights though, right? It can't be a power cut because your stream is still on and you would've left our call. Try to find your way around the house for a light switch then you should be okay." Bob explains thoughtfully.

"Yeah, okay. I'm so sorry everyone."

You hear Jack move from his spot and tries to make his way around the house.

"Singe, do you know what could've caused the lights to go off?" Ethan asks.

"No, no one else is in the house and we don't have any animals."

My heart skips a beat.

No people? No animals? There was no one to turn off the lights!

I hold my hand to my face, it's shaking a little. That feeling that I have, it's not a good one. I don't like it at all! This doesn't feel right. Nothing about this stream feels right. It feels wrong.

Just then we hear Singe groan from the darkness.

"Sean! What's taking so long?! It's just a light switch!"

...

No answer.

"Sean..?"

"Singe, what's wrong?" Mark asks concerned.

"Sean hasn't turned the lights on yet and he didn't answer when I called to him." She answers nervously.

Ethan shakes wildly. "Eugh! This gives me the chills! I don't like this!"

"Ethan please stop whining, you're not making any of us feel better. Singe, try to use your phone light and work your way around to turn the lights on." Mark says, he has an uncomfortable look on his face.

"Okay, I'll try." She answers determined.

We wait a couple of seconds but nothing happens.

"What's going on Singe?" Mark asks.

"It not turning on, it must be dead."

There's a disappointed groan that comes from all 3 men, and I let out a heavy sigh.

"Jack, where are you?!" Singe calls out.

We all wait for that small speck of hope, but nothing came.

I nearly jump out of my skin as we hear Singe scream from the darkness, Mark, Bob and Ethan have similar reasons. Shocked faces. Her scream sounds too real for an act. My heart is racing and my hands are sweating.

After a few seconds of screaming it becomes muffled, the before ear piercing scream slowly becomes lower until there's nothing but darkness.

"Singe! SINGE!" Ethan yells.

I can't bear to watch anymore as a loud ear rape of static blasts through my earphones and the camera has green static, with what seems to be a silhouette of a man starring dead into the camera. I slam my laptop shut.

My breathing is heavy and rapid and my heart feels like it could burst out of my chest. So many questions run through my head. Why were there glitches in the middle of the steam? Why did the lights go out if there was no one else in the house? Why did Singe scream in the darkness and became muffled?

There was something wrong with that stream from the very beginning, I knew it! But why..? Why did that happen? And how? Who was tampering with it?

I look over to my left. 10:52 pm.

I let out a sigh of anxiousness, I need a drink...

I drag myself out of bed, open the door then walk to the fridge. I crouch down then open the fridge. There's no water bottles, can't be bothered making blackcurrant, don't wanna have juice.

I reach deep into the fridge and grab a can of Pepsi.

By the time I stand up and close the fridge, I have this odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's not a good one.

I feel like I'm being watched.

I don't dare move a muscle, or say a word. That if I do will be the end of me. I feel the darkness creep on me, and the hot, silent breathe of a tall person behind. It sends chills down my mind and my blood runs cold. My senses seem to tell me it's a man, which is giving me flashbacks of the previous stream.

I can't stay here, I need to move. But I feel scared. I feel eyes piercing into me from behind. I shut my eyes tightly then zip around 180 degrees.

Slowly, I open one eye. Nothing there.

I open my eyes completely and look around.

No one in the laundromat, no one in the kitchen, no one in the lounge, no one outside.

I let out a sigh of relief. I must be just paranoid. That's a logical explanation, right..?

* * *

I decided to stay up a little longer and play Animal Voyage on my phone.

When I decide to go get my can for a sip, my hand stops. Hesitating.

I look toward my desk lamp which keeps flickering on and off. I lean over the bed and check the multi-plug. The lamp is plugged in properly. I check the wall. That's fine too.

Suddenly the lamp flicks off and I hear a chilling laugh from the corner of my room. My throat closes up and my legs become stiff. My body freezes in place.

I know exactly what the top of my desk looks like so I grab my flashlight and press the button in the corner of my room.

No one there.

I look around the whole room with the flashlight, but nothing's there. My hands shake wildly. Two more places...

My mind is terrified and I almost feel paralyzed, but I force my legs to move. My legs shake as I walk to the wardrobe. My hand grabs the handle, but the feeling of being watched has returned.

It doesn't come from the wardrobe, but from behind me, down lower.

...

Don't take that out of context.

I take a step then crouch down, facing my light under my bed. My heart stops.

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