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I honestly don't know how it happened, but I ended up sitting in Jack's room.

After I had bought my jeans, Jack had helped me pick out all white superstars and we had got hot chocolate. He had walked me back to my mom and we found out he lived nearby.

"So, how long have you lived here?" Jack asked.

"About a week" I told him, scanning his room. His room was themed white and black, but it was pretty boring. He didn't have any posters or anything hanging up.

"Do you wanna see something cool?" Jack grinned.

"Yeah sure."

"Put on your shoes, it's in the woods" he told me.

I looked out the window. It was half eight and pretty dark.

"I don't know, that seems dodgy" I told him.

"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe" he winked.

I sighed and followed him downstairs and ot the door. It was freezing.

"This seems like a bad idea" I told him.

"Nope, seems great to me" Jack smiled, leading me down into the woods. We were on a different side of the woods this time. There was nobody around, considering how dark it was.

I walked close to him, feeling creeped out by the whole experience. I knew something was going to go wrong.

We walked for about five minutes before Jack veered off the actual path and into the actual woods. I sped up my walk trying to keep up with him.

We stopped at a large brown shed. What was a shed doing in the middle of the woods? This kept getting creepier. My palms were beginning to get sweaty from fear.

"Are you ready?" Jack smiled.

I nodded and he pushed open the door. It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything inside the shed, until he turned on the light.

It was a workshop. There were wooden figures lined up on desks. On the other side there was a tv and bean bags. There was even a fridge and cupboards. It was like a mini house.

It was when I saw the camera on the desk that things fucked up. The camera reminded me of what happened to Dylan. And suddenly I was being pulled back into the black hole.

I could see by Jack's face and lips that he was shouting, but all I could hear was ringing in my ears, before I crashed to the floor and everything stopped.

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