"PJ, do you want to come over for the weekend after Dan's party?"

"I guess, but one of us will have to drive."

"Alternatively, we can get a cab!"

This conversation had been going on for hours, but after 2 hours of talking about Dan's stupid party - it was set in stone. After the party, PJ would return with Chris. They'd probably be very drunk and do some things that they would regret, the thought of this made PJ anxious. To ease nerves, PJ began to think about other things, and continued on with his lazy summer afternoon of editing videos. Simple minutes that were actually hours slipped through PJ's hands, and PJ could feel himself gradually get more and more nervous. As his new video was uploading, PJ stood, paced around for a bit and then looked at himself in the mirror, he began to converse with himself.

"You've been to a party before, Peej, why are you so nervous!"

He screwed up his eyes and clasped his hands onto his head. This, spinning and fading feeling had happened before but today...it seemed intense. His fingers went numb and his stomach clenched and tightened. What was making him so nervous? It was a question that felt like it had no conclusion. This spinning became more violent, and in the distant of this black space, was something pale, with blue, white and red stripes. This fantasy became so blurred, PJ began to think he had died. Quickly, PJ opened his eyes and screamed, a cold bead of sweat ran down the side of his head. This screaming and stomach-curdling became too much, but as PJ stopped screaming and began panting, he was interrupted by a recogniseable sound. PJ looked over across his bedroom, his phone illuminated the room. In the reflection of his mirror, he saw that he had recieved a message, from a name that gave him such mixed emotions, it was hard to tell what he even thought of him. He picked up the phone, shaking violently. He dropped it, and fell back onto his bed. He thought back to that pale thing, what the hell was it?

After a few minutes, PJ's phone rang. He answered, still breathing rather heavily.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"It's me, Chris."

"Oh hey Chris, how are you?"

"Good."

His answers were vague, and PJ didn't know how to reply. He looked down at his hands, and his vision became blurred. A chilling whimper, mixed with a laugh came from the other line, freaked, PJ dropped the phone and ran to the other side of the room.

"Peej, what's wrong? Hey buddy, answer me!" This friendly, less-depressed sounding Chris seemed okay, but what the hell was that?

PJ walked over to his phone, put it on speaker and began to speak.

"What the hell was that?"

"Was what? I didn't hear anything."

"Like...a whimper? A chilling wimper, sort of?"

"No, nothing. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, I guess. N-Nevermind, I'll see you at Dan's."

PJ quickly ended the phonecall and stared at his phone. Was Chris just playing some stupid trick on him, or was this serious? He looked at the time, 9:35, time to go.

PJ got dressed into a fancy suit and tie, but with skinny jeans - of course. He put his phone, some cash and a small blade into his pocket. For one final time, he looked in the mirror, adjusted his tie and sighed deeply; and with this, PJ exited his flat into the realms of a sinister night.