The Liar From Hell (Shyan) [Completed]

Panic

A day and a plane ride later, the two ghoul boys arrived at the Bloody Benders house in Labette, Kansas. The camera crew set up the equipment in front of the porch, Ryan and Shane waiting for them to finish so that they could do the intro. Ryan was calmer around Shane now, but it was obvious he was still a bit on edge. Shane decided he let it go for now, not wanting to make the shoot any more tense than it had to be.

When the set was ready, Shane and Ryan sat on two chairs in front of the porch. Ryan began to read his script, using that same theory voice that Shane had grown to love. "The Bloody Benders, a terrifying family who used to live in this house, murdered 11 known people with an unknown motive. They would lure them in an.." As Shane listened to Ryan go on, he heard a noise within the house. His head snapped back towards it, forgetting for a second his role as a skeptic. Ryan stopped reading, looking to his cohost. "Hey, are you okay? Did you hear something?"

"No. Just..the wind I guess." He let out a forced laugh, hoping to fool the camera. Ryan's concerned face told him that he saw right through it. However, he let it go and Shane was glad. Shane didn't know why it made him so nervous, because he couldn't really be hurt. So why'd he care so much?

"Anyways, the police found.." Ryan finished up the intro, and Shane tried to look his normal skeptical self. Still, he swore he had heard something.

When it was finally time to go inside, Shane couldn't deny he was nervous. Well, at least to himself. He walked in before Ryan, trying to seem confident and goofy like he always was. "Hey ghouls! The boys are here!"  He elicited a laugh out of Ryan, the first in a while. He smiled, feeling a little more at ease.

The boys explored the rest of the small house, nothing really unusual happening. No strange voices on the spirit box, no objects thrown across the room, no disembodied voices. Ryan actually commented that it might be a boring episode (even though he himself was petrified of the place). If only it had turned out that way.

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Ryan and Shane finally got settled into their sleeping bags, laying in the middle of a dirty living room floor. "Jeez, dude. I know they were serial killer and had no moral standards, but like, did they ever clean up the place a little?" Ryan let out a quiet wheeze, and Shane was glad he wasn't too scared not to laugh. "I'm going to bed before I inhale anymore dust. Night." Shane rolled over, the floorboards creaking as he did.

"Did you hear that?" Ryan sounded like he was going to jump out of his skin.

"Yeah, it was me. I guess I need to go on a diet, huh?" This time Shane got no response. "Ryan, it's alright. It's an old house, it was just a loose floorboard."

"I'm getting closer to you, I don't care." Shane could feel Ryan wiggle his sleeping bag closer until he was right up against him, and he felt his face heat up.

"Fine, whatever, just go to bed okay?" Ryan nodded, closing his eyes. That was the last thing Shane heard from him before the tall man drifted off to sleep.

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Shane was awakened by the rhythmic beeping of something electronic. When he pried open his tired eyes, he saw it was the cameras alerting the lack of battery. He groaned, sitting up. That's when he caught sight of the figure next to him. It was an full body apparition, a man with his throat cut. And it was hanging it's hand right over Ryan's petrified face.

Shane couldn't explain it himself, but all at once, he became furious. He forced his hand through the entity, slamming it to the floor beside him where it faded into nothing. His heart raced, and it took him a second to recollect himself before he could turn back to Ryan. "Ryan! Are you alright?" The shorter man was wide eyed, staring at Shane. No, he was staring above Shane. When the taller man reached up and ran his head through his hair, they crashed against the hard surface of his horns. Shit.

"Ryan, please, you gotta talk to me buddy." Shane grabbed onto his cohost once he made sure his horns were tucked away. All the smaller man did was stare silently at the man grabbing him, petrified. A small red scratch appeared across his face, and Shane wasn't sure if it was him or the apparition who had done it. His breathing began to quicken, and Shane gently rubbed his back. "Ryan you gotta calm down. You're okay. You're fine. Everything's okay." His words his nothing and Ryan continued to hyperventilate, only stopping when his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he passed out, causing Shane to panic.