Luxury love

Camera footage

When the two arrived home, it was impossible to not talk about what just happened. It was still sort of late, about 4:30 AM . Parker decided to break the silence between them. "Hey I-"

"No." Chester cut him off.
"No, no, no, dude. I cant even think of it right now."

Parker sighed. "Chester, I can't just look at it alone. It has to be with you."

"No! No Parker! I'm telling you no. I just can't do it. Those peoples dude.. they were all dead, every single one of them. I smelt it I saw it- it's just in my head forever.."

Parker sighed, pulling out his computer and setting it on the table. He plugged the hard drive from the camera onto it and then played the security footage. Chester groaned and looked at the screen, he couldn't help but look. It was so disgusting and just absolutely nauseating but he couldn't look away.

"Nothings happening yet. I should skip through" Parker said to himself. Skipping through the night. Soon, it was on their rooms security footage of their little makeout scene. Chester looked away.
"Oh cut the shit dude! Skip that! God!!"

Parker quickly skipped through their scene and flipped to a different camera, the basement camera. They saw the tall figure scratching at the wall with his nails, it was almost like he was itchy himself because after that he started rubbing his back against the wall with the nail marks, he rubbed his head next, his legs, his face, everything. Finally dragging a body out and eating it right in front of the camera, as if that was the only thing that would satisfy his itching sensation.

The squelching sounds from the fluids coming out of the body and dripping out of his mouth made both Chester and Parker turn green. They turned off the video footage and looked at eachother.

It had been a few weeks since that occurrence. Chester and Parker turned the tape into the police. They pulled up to the house and then they informed the two boys that there was simply nothing in the basement. No smell, no scratches, no bodies, no nothing. It was completely paranormal because everything from that night was on the flash drive they sent in. It had all been there the night that they encountered the figure.

The two boys tried to just sleep past it that night and forget about everything that ever happened but it wouldn't be easy because of the mass amounts of paranoia loaded onto their shoulders.

During the night Chester got up to get a drink of water, his throat was feeling sorta dry and he in general was feeling pretty nauseous and tired. He filled up a glass with sink water and began to chug it down. He turned to head back to his room but he heard scratching.

Scratching from his basement. He turned his head, feeling a wave of dread and anxiety wash over any calmness in his body.