Terrified

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(Zak's POV)
There I said it. It's out in the open.

I don't want to be here. I hate this house. I want to go home. I'm in my hotel room and realize only then that I'm crying.

The kids. Evelyn. Mom. Gracie. What I wouldn't give to be home with them right now.

"I want to come home Ev. I wanna be home, snuggled in bed with you, watching you hold our little girl while Grayson is snuggled up beside you. I wanna lay around all hours of the night with you running your fingers through my hair. I wanna relax as you trace every inch of my tattoos. I wanna be home."

The call ended with Evelyn trying her best to calm me down. We wouldn't be investigating the house till tonight so I wrapped myself in Evelyn's blanket and envisioned it being her arms.

Soon I was so relaxed I fell asleep.
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I was startled awake by the phone ringing in the hotel room hours later.

"Hello?" I said as I tried to come back to life.

"Hey bro, we are headed to the lobby in 45 minutes to get going to the investigation sites for the night." Aaron said on the other end.

I agreed and spent the next half hour praying and packing like crazy.

We got into the van and headed out. It was 8:00. We would be setting up almost a campsite on the dirt that once held the house.
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Once camp and the equipment was set up, we each went into our individual tents. We had our own cameras and a piece of equipment used to track in different ways than each other.

The night was erie and quiet. I had laid down in my sleeping bag and talked to the camera.

"So we are all in our own tents. Activity has been very mild. I'm wondering if we freaked out for nothing? I don't know. The night is far from over."

I say there in the silence. Just waiting for something, anything to happen.

I soon feel as if two hands have ripped through the ground beneath me and into my tent. I feel them almost pull me into a headlock.

I begin to panic. "Aaron! Billy! Jay! Somebody! Help me!"

I feel as though I have a hand over my mouth then as I can't speak.

I feel weighed down, as if someone is holding me down and I try to thrash around.

I am screaming and shaking. Suddenly the tent door opens.

"Zak?! What's happ...Oh my god!" I hear someone say.

I soon feel something wash over me and enter into my body through my feet. I feel myself twitch and almost seize before passing out, completely limp.

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