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Chapter 2: Overactive imagination

You awoke with a start on the floor, your hand was bleeding. Your head was hurting. You looked around you, there was no shadow & the mirror was completely untouched. You just sat there, very confused. You eventually got up and made your way down the stairs, looking for Mark. Still a bit disoriented you bumped into somebody, causing them to drop whatever they were holding onto the ground. 

Before you stood a 19 year boy desperately checking his camera for any scratches. "Oh my god I am so sorry!" You quickly picked up the rest of his things. One of them stood out to you. A strange black book with a hard felt-like cover lined with silver accents. The letters were faded. The boy quickly took it from your hands and put it back in his bag. "Thank you." He mumbled quietly, his eyes didn't meet yours. You looked at his appearance. He had dark hair, part of which was dyed a vibrant red. It reminded you of Marks in 2014. "I like your hair. So, are you working on the set?" You asked him, he just nodded. "Mhm, camera crew." He replied, fiddling with the strap of his bag. "You look young, how old are you?" You asked him. 

"19, I was just doing this for some experience and exposure but I'm being paid anyway." The boy's head was still down. "What happened to your hand?" He asked, lifting his head up a bit. "My hand? Oh. Good question really.." You replied, staring at your scarred palm. Mark approached the 2 of you. "Is your hand alright?" He asked, also looking at the scar. You shrugged. You looked back at where the boy was, but he was gone. "Where'd the apprentice camera guy you hired go?" You asked, looking at Mark. 

 "Andrew? Good question. Probably with the rest of the camera crew. I'll go find him, we're about to start filming." Mark walked off. Suddenly the ringing noise filled your ears again. 

Your surroundings changed into a black void. 

The shadow approached. This time you could make out some features. The shadow grabbed onto your hand. It had sharp black claw-like nails. They dug into your skin. You didn't even have a moment to shriek before it disappeared once again. This time it screamed in anguish. You blinked. 

You were back in the living room of the mansion again as if nothing had happened. You frowned when you saw Mark and Amy laughing together by a window. You walked over to the kitchen. You could feel a strong burning sensation on your wrist. 

You looked down and found a strange marking on your wrist. It was some type of half heart with chains all around it.

"Did you see him too?" A voice from behind asked, putting their hand on your shoulder.