Author's Note:
Hello readers, I am back with another piece of fan fiction and this one isn't just a one shot but a full story. The following story mentions alcohol (Only briefly in two parts) and features coarse language and violence. I advise reading at your own discretion and hopefully you enjoy this piece of fiction.
Chapter 1: Arrival
It all began as a warm Autumn's evening, the leaves decorated the footpath as Jacksepticeye neared a quaint suburban home. It wasn't his, he promised to housesit for a friend of his while he was away, Jack would put aside his own needs for his friends and they always commended him for that amazing quality.
He looked around the place, it had a driveway so it wasn't aligned with the rest of the street. He noticed that the years have not been kind to this place as he noticed loose shutters and other small renovation choices on the old house. Nevertheless, Jack was not one to be scared away by a simple house. He crossed the threshold into the home, it was an ordinary place, nothing too special. Although Jack's friend gave him a key to the liquor cabinet, just so he wasn't too overly bored looking after the place.
"Well, this place looks like its seen better days." Jack said to himself, looking over the house. He went over to the longue room and settled into the couch, he decided to grab his phone out and call one of his closest friends who was not too far from him. "Hey Mark, Jack here. Listen, I'm at a friend's house and I was wondering if you wanted to come around and just chill out." Jack said. "Hopefully this isn't a Netflix and chill date, cause I don't wanna get pregnant." Mark said. Jack giggled slightly at the response. "Not like that, you doof. I mean just watch some cheesy horror flicks." Jack said.
"Yeah, I'll be over in a bit. What's the address?" Mark asked. "Oh, it's 32 Cherry Lane." Jack answered. "Okay, I'll see you in a bit." Mark said. "Alright I'll see you later." Jack said. Jack hung up and decided to go over to the liquor room, hopefully to pick out some good whiskey or something. All of a sudden the phone rang, not Jack's phone but the home phone. Jack crossed cautiously as he's seen many horror movies start this way. "Hello?" Jack answered, normally. "Hey Jack, how are things going?" Jack's friend asked. "Things are going well, place seems a bit old though, Warren." Jack said. "Yeah, I've been meaning to get the place fixed up for a while now. Hell, the second storey balcony is just one person away from becoming a lawsuit." Warren said. "Geez, is it that bad?" Jack asked. "Yeah, the place needs a ton of improvement." Warren said. "Well, it's still holding together for me." Jack said. "Alright, I'll see you later." Warren said. "See ya." Jack said.
Jack tried to go to the liquor room only to hear the phone ring again. "Warren, it's fine I-" Jack started. A bunch of crazy ramblings followed, Jack didn't know what they were saying or whether he should call the police. "Who is this?" Jack asked. "Soon." The voice said, clear as day. This sent chills down Jack's spine as he put the phone back on the receiver. His heart jumped as he heard a knock at the front door, he cautiously crossed over. He grabbed the fire poker near the fireplace and held it as his improvised weapon, his hand reached the door knob and he turned it ever so slowly and carefully. He was unsure of what was on the other side, was it Mark? Was it Warren? Or was it the stranger who called?