A/N: Originally I wrote this a couple weeks before the season finale aired on Disney Channel, so I had no idea what was going to happen. After being out of it for a few months I'm back to continue this, and having watched the finale, I have to fit this in after that takes place and hope things make sense, so I've been revising this and the second part. If you spot any mistakes, let me know and I'll be sure to fix them. Anyhow, enjoy and don't forget to leave a review so I know what you liked, didn't like, what worked, what didn't, etc.!


The sky above Whitechapel swelled, murky gray clouds descending as if they were grasping at the ground beneath. A feint layer of fog lingered above the grass. The clouds and fog gave way for a caliginous outlook. Darkness swooped in, covering the town.

"Guys, this is a stupid idea. It's only eight o'clock but it looks like midnight out here."

"That's probably just one of the effects of that gas line explosion from last week. Don't worry, babe. You have me to protect you, and Brock."

Susan couldn't help but feel apprehensive, even with her three other friends with her. She was naturally timorous person, but something about being out there was especially frightening to her. It was like she could feel something bad was going to happen. Maybe it was just her being extra pessimistic, though. She didn't want to ruin this night with her friends; it was the only night they had together due to differences in college schedules, and she knew how important it was to Todd, her boyfriend, who simply pulled her in close and kissed her on the forehead.

"I just feel weird, like someone is here with us."

Sharing the same feeling of being watched was Andrea, Susan's closest friend. The two walked next to each other with their boyfriends on either end, although this didn't help their feeling of lack of security very much. They each had a flashlight and extra batteries, but the rapidly growing fog was making their visibility extremely miniscule regardless.

"I agree with Susan. I think we should turn back, Brock."

Brock, a college football player and big man in his own right, scoffed quickly. He wasn't one to be frightened by many things, but even he could feel a small hint of dread that the park was emitting, though he couldn't admit that to the girls as they'd never let him live it down. He was the tough guy of the group, and thus had a reputation to uphold. He stopped and turned to Andrea.

"Dray, you know I'd never let anything happen to you. I wouldn't have let you come with if I didn't think it was safe. Trust me. Everything's fine. If anybody was here, they'd have me to deal with. I'm an ass kicking machine and a national wrestling champion, remember?"

"He's right," Todd said. "It's just this fog that's making you girls all loopy. It did kind of come out of nowhere all of the sudden, and it's been getting thicker since we've been here…" He stopped himself from continuing any further – he had to keep a positive outlook on the situation. Still, he couldn't help but notice that the fog seemed to be flourishing the further they ventured into the park.

Susan and Andrea felt a bit of relief at the consolation of their boyfriends, but the growing obscurity of the area ahead of them help matters. Even with the flashlights, visibility was limited to perhaps ten or so feet. The temperature seemed to be dropping slightly as well.

"How much further? Shouldn't we have been there by now?" asked Andrea, jumping slightly at the cracking sound of a twig she stepped on.

"It should be right about here," Todd said, shining his flashlight around their general area, searching for a particular bench. His eyes fell upon a bench about a yard away from them, with a small backpack sitting underneath it. "Ah, there we are – just like he said."

"I don't understand why we had to go through all of this trouble just for some video games," Susan commented, following Todd as he went to the bench.

"Not just any video games, babe. These games were never released outside of Japan, and there were only fifty copies produced. It took a whole year of saving up just to get two of them."

"They better be worth it," Brock said, looking around the area. He almost couldn't see Andrea standing two feet from him. "I know this is a bad time, but I really have to take a wicked pee, dude."

"Don't go far, man. Once I check to see if these things are legit, we're leaving. This place is giving me the creeps."

"I'll be right back."

The big man stepped away from the others and into the haze, disappearing from view completely within a matter of seconds.

Andrea, feeling less shielded without him by her side, slid closer to Susan, who in turn was almost toppling over Todd. A wolf cried out in the distance, perking them all up. Todd quickly got over it and resumed his examining of the backpack's contents.

Susan's eyes darted from side to side. The feeling of imminent doom made her restless. Her hands began to sweat. "Todd, hurry up…please."

"I'm trying. It's hard in this fog. I can barely see the cover art, let alone the copyright label."

Scampering footsteps made them all jump, Todd dropping the backpack, the discs spilling out of it.

"Brock?" Andrea called out, gripping her flashlight as tight as she could. "This isn't funny. If you want any tonight, you better knock it off. I'm serious."

Todd cursed as he reached down to pick up the discs. "Son of a bitch. These better not be ruined. Brock, I swear, if you made me scratch these games, I'm gonna find some way to kick your ass."

The footsteps continued to scamper about, this time on the opposite side of them. They turned in the direction of the noise, grouping together closer. Susan was shaking, almost having a panic attack. Andrea was on her way.

"I think we should just go," Andrea said quietly, grabbing Susan's arm. "We should just go, and-and Brock will f-find his way back o-on his own."

Todd bent over to pick up the backpack, but it was gone. "What the hell? It's gone."

Susan's eyes flew open. "W-what do you mean 'it's gone'?" Something was definitely up with their situation. The sky, the fog, the dreadful feeling, the noises, it was too much to be coincidence.

"I'm not leaving without these games." Despite barely being able to see her, he could tell Susan immediately became furious with him. "I did not spend two thousand bucks for nothing!" he spat out.

Branches cracked near them, very near them. The girls squeaked. Todd flung the light around vigorously, trying to illuminate anything he could.

"Whoever is out there, show yourself! You've had your fun, now stop!" Todd shouted.

Andrea whispered, "Brock's been gone for too long. I'm really scared, Susan…"

Susan tried comforting her friend, slowly caressing her hand, but this was instantly stopped when the footsteps continued again. They switched sides, turning the group around. They switched sides again, turning the group once more.

"There's no way this is one person…nobody can move that fast…" Susan whispered. Her breathing was labored, and her voice was beginning to crack.

"Stop fucking with us!" Todd bellowed furiously, trying to lower the pitch of his voice in an attempt at intimidation, but he couldn't hide his fear.

Andrea could feel Susan's dismay. The way she was gripping her hand so tightly was enough for her to know her friend was freaking out. But something was off. Susan was holding on a little too tightly; it was beginning to hurt. Even afraid, Susan didn't have this much strength.

"Susan, you're hurting me! Let go."

With trepidation in her voice, Susan murmured, "…I'm not holding your hand."

Andrea's heart stopped as she tried to register this fact. If Susan wasn't holding her hand, and Todd was too far away to, then who was?

Her sweat turned ice cold, and her chest felt like a hundred pound weight had been thrown onto it. With the low amount of courage she could muster, she slowly pointed her flashlight to her hand, finding it clasped by someone's she didn't recognize. It was a darker complexion, and definitely a male's. She gradually raised the light, tracing his arm.

Without warning, the flashlight was swatted out of her hand, a hiss emitting from the unfamiliar man who remained concealed in the fog and lightlessness of the clouds.

Both of the girls shrieked, Susan bolting away as Andrea was violently yanked into the darkness. Her blood-curdling scream was abruptly cut off after the sound of flesh tearing.

Todd couldn't make up his mind. He knew he had to get out of there, but those games were immensely valuable and he'd worked too hard to leave them. Against his better judgment, he got to his hands and knees, feeling out the ground for any sign of the backpack or its contents. His flashlight went out, draping him in complete darkness. The fog enveloped his face, making it harder to breath.

He found one disc, hastily pulling it to him and shoving it into his jacket. The other disc couldn't have been far. He reached out again, running his hands all over the grassy area. Soon he found it.

A red and black sneaker stepped on his hand, crushing his fingers and the disc. Todd screamed in anguish as he looked up, trying to see who the foot belonged to, but it was useless. It was too dark to see anything. The foot lifted up, releasing him. He stumbled backwards, turning and running for his life.

"Help me! Somebody, help me!" he screamed as loud as his lungs would allow. Whitechapel was a small town, but it couldn't have been later than maybe nine o'clock. Someone was bound to hear his screams and come to his aid, at least, he hoped.

He didn't make it very far before he tripped over an unknown object, probably a broken tree branch. He barely had time to figure out what happened when a hand gripped him by the back of his collar and pulled him up. An intense pain surged through his body, like needles were puncturing his neck one after another. His strength was waning, his arms and legs fell limp, and he lost consciousness.

The fog was beginning to clear up as Susan reached the edge of the park. She could see the archway that marked the opening. She only had to make it there and then her car was just outside.

It was the scampering footsteps again, just behind her.

She sobbed, limping as fast as she could toward the wooden archway. Just thirty more feet and she'd be safe in her car. She could make it.

The footsteps grew louder, more pronounced. They were in front of her, and then in back, then to the side, then the other side, then in front, then in back again. Whoever was out there was toying with her.

The terrified girl pressed on. Twenty more feet. She reached the start of the archway, grabbing the railing and pulling herself along. Quickly she found herself tripping over something as she reached the middle of the archway, slamming to the ground. As the fog got thinner, she could see what she tripped over – Brock's body, bloody and sickly looking, a large gash on the side of his neck and his chest cavity caved in. She couldn't begin to scream before she heard heavy footsteps behind her. It was the sound of feet on wood, and she knew the person wasn't far behind now at all.

She dragged herself over Brock's dead body. Just ten more feet and she'd be safe.

The person cackled as she moved. He was enjoying himself, watching her suffer. He moved swiftly, reaching the end of the archway in the blink of an eye, shocking the girl.

She let out a shrill scream, falling onto her backside and crawling away. She got to her feet, running in the opposite direction of where she wanted to go.

The man moved again, reappearing in front of her in a second.

"Boo!"

Again she screamed, this time with a reflexive punch to go along with it. Although her fist only connected for a second, she could feel the man's skin – it was cold to the touch. Her punch barely moved his head. Even more upsetting was that she still couldn't see the man's face through the darkness. She hobbled back, turning again to run.

Her car was a mere few feet away. She was going to make it. The door handle was in arm's reach.

Finally, she grasped it, tugging to no avail.

It was locked, a safety precaution she wished she hadn't taken this one time. She searched for her keys, alarmed to find that they weren't on her.

She could hear them, jangling behind her. She turned, seeing them glimmer in the sliver of moonlight that made it through the thick clouds, only they were dangling in the hand of the man assaulting her. He cackled again, disappearing and reappearing next to her, slamming her head straight through the window. He pulled her back, wrenching her head to the side, leaving her neck revealed.