it's phil's birthday , so comment something you adore about him before getting along with the chapter !
tw if you don't enjoy the topic of gore !!!
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I fumbled with the jeans as Pearce had himself leaning against the doorframe, waiting on me to go back to my apartment for the paranormal investigators to come in and speak to us of the problem and to possibly pack my things to move out.
"Phil, are you quite done yet?" Pearce groaned as I zipped up my pants after struggling to pull them up my thighs for a good two minutes.
"Yep! Done." I exclaimed grabbing my phone as well as Dan's dead one before exiting the living room to meet Pearce at the door.
After rushing down the flight of stairs we drove over to my apartment, shutting the car door quickly and feeling a cool breeze of air on the currently empty streets.
Going inside we entered lift, lights flickering about the tight space, the sound of the machinery already haunting my thoughts.
The slow ding sounded and the doors opened, the apartment door stood in front of us, and eerie vibe already felt from the tips of my fingers.
"Let's go." Pearce said as I fumbled in my jean pocket for my keys, which was dug deep inside the abyss that was my pocket.
Retrieving the keys I shook unsteadily, reaching my arm out to fit the key in the lock and turn it around, a click was heard.
I pulled open the door and let Pearce in before closing it once more.
The room was dark and filled with candles the investigators stepped out to greet us.
"So, overnight we overcame what could be the problem here." one spoke.
I nodded, as they both looked at each other and sighed.
"This one has unfinished business, have you by any chance encountered him at any point in your lifetime?"
I shook my head, the only memory I had of first meeting him was during Kay's death, a tragic experience indeed.
I could only think of the last gasps of breath spent during this period of time before being overtaken by the wretched creature, how horrifically they had been held on to, how even if we hadn't been too close, we still experienced the same horrifying glimpse of terror itself.
All that filled my mind were the details, the pages of Jack's notebook, Kay's tears glistening in the light, the gush of blood spilling out of Paul's back, how tightly Kay held onto me, Jack's head, the ouija board.
I felt myself get lightheaded and my eyes rolled back as I lost my balance and heard a loud thump as blackness wrapped itself around my thoughts.
Silence.
"Phil, you'll be okay, please hang on, I'm here for you."
