Author's Note: Last night, I watched The Visit, and I couldn't sleep all night. Here's your chapter as a result. Please know that I'm exhausted, but it was totally worth it. So many chapters done. R&R and...all that jazz. Y'all know the drill by now. (Sorry for reposting, I found a problem that needed fixed.)

Rating: This is going to be rated T for now, but the language is going to be very explicit because some of the dialogue comes right from the script. The rating may be elevated later.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Until Dawn or the game or story. All rights go to Supermassive Games. Props to them for using wendigos and not creepy-ass (literally) old people.

Editing: All editing is done by me, all mistake are mine.

Chapter Four

"Oh my gosh, it is go good to be inside," gushed Ashley. "Even if it is still kinda freezing in here."

Chris leaned over to me as we walked inside. "I'll bet you twenty bucks Jess and Emily get in a cat fight within two minutes of seeing each other."

I eyed him with a grin and shook his outstretched hand. "My money's on thirty seconds."

Chris raised an eyebrow and whistled a bit. "A bit of a risk taker, eh?"

"You're the risk taker for betting so long."

He shrugged. "We'll see."

"I'll get a fire going," I heard Josh say.

I walked over to my friend and slapped him on the back. "I'll help," I volunteered.

Josh grinned at me, "Just like last year, eh?"

I snorted. "Except my help was April who did everything except help."

Josh grinned. "Yeah, well, we still got some of the wood that you chopped last year left over. C'mon, it's out by the back door." Josh looked at everyone else gathered in the living room. "You guys play nice while Percy and I get the wood, got it?"

"Aye aye, captain!" said Chris as he saluted each of us.

So Josh and I went to go get the wood. I followed him and he struck up a conversation. "So, Percy, how've you been, man?"

I shrugged. "Pretty decent. It's been a quick year."

"It sure has," Josh agreed. "I hear you came up with Sam."

"Who hasn't heard that I came up with Sam?"

"I dunno, man, but I'm going to tell you exactly what I told Chris about Ashley. Look around you, bro. We're in the mountains, a beautiful, scenic area. Sam's a nature lover – perfect already. There are zero parents around. You gotta go for it, Perce! C'mon, you can't tell me she doesn't look hot today."

"Well, I –" I began.

"No, don't think about it. For once, think with your other head."

I made a face as I realized what Josh was saying.

"Yeah," I finally relented. "Yeah, she looks – she looks great."

"Damn right, she looks great! So go for – whaddya call it? The horizontal tango? – go for the horizontal tango, man! You have to take advantage of this golden opportunity."

I didn't respond as we reached the pile of firewood. I held out my arms and Josh stacked some on them, and then he grabbed his own little load. We began to trek back through the house.

"So? Are you going to?" he grunted, clearly not going to let the subject drop.

"What about you and my sister? How many times have you taken advantage of this golden opportunity?"

"As your friend, I am not at liberty to release that information. Also as your friend, and on a completely unrelated note, I recommend the master bedroom. That thing's springs are the bounciest motherfuckers and I promise it is the best love-making –"

I shut my eyes, trying to erase the visual image of Josh pounding my sister. "You can stop any time."

Josh laughed and glanced at me over his shoulder. "Just stickin' up for you, man."

"Yeah well stick it up somewhere else." I paused. "Don't quote me on that."

We both laughed as we returned to the living room. Mike and Jess had finally returned, and Emily had shown up a well. And, of course, the two were arguing. I wonder how long it took them to start. Looks like I'd find out.

"Oh, did you not hear me?" Emily was saying, "Was your sluttiness too loud?"

"Oh boy," muttered Josh and I cracked up. The two of us went over to the fireplace as we listened to the two bicker.

"Sounds like someone's bitter she didn't make the cut," sniped Jess.

"Yeah, it's a big cattle call when it comes to that dreamboat. Congrats, you're top cow."

Over to the side, I heard Chris 'Ooooh' really lowly and I sniggered. Josh was smirking a bit too as he stacked up the wood I handed him.

"Cuts real deep calling Miss Homecoming a cow."

Matt interjected a second later, try to defuse the situation. That clearly wasn't going his way. "Em, come on –"

"Shut up, Matt!" snapped Emily.

"Stay out of it, you dumb oaf!" said Jess.

Aw. Poor Matt. I liked Matt. Of course, Super Bitch came to Matt's rescue. Lucky him, right?

"Hey!" Emily rounded on Jessica. "Watch it –"

"Oh, you're the only one who can put him down? No one else can play with your toys?"

I turned around and glanced at the two girls arguing, looking for Chris. Mike was sitting on the couch, seemingly entertained at his current and previous conquest duking it out. Matt was standing beside Emily, looking at a loss for words. Ashley and April were on the couch, cracking up. Sam was on the stairs. Finally, I spotted Chris. He was on the outskirts of the room, edging towards Josh and me.

"You're such a bitch!" Emily snarled.

"Whatever," said Jess, clearly about to blow off Emily. "I don't give a crap what you think."

Chris reached me just as Emily snapped off something about being on the honor roll. He slapped twenty bucks in my hand with a look of horror mixed with amusement in his eyes. "Literally. The second they saw each other. The second and they just went it at it like a couple wildcats. My god, man, you should have been here…each of them went from zero to one hundred real quick."

"Told you that you took a risk," I muttered.

"It was a calculated risk!" defended Chris, "…but I'm terrible at math…"

I snorted.

"You couldn't buy a loaf of moldy bread with your skanky ass!" Jess fired off.

Beside me, Chris muttered, "At least she has an ass…"

I snickered and the two of us broke into a fit of giggles.

"Emily, stop!" yelled Matt suddenly. Chris and I stopped laughing and eyed the three warily. "This is out of hand. There's no reason to fight like this!"

"Yeah, Em," cooed Jess, "Why you pickin' fights over your ex-boyfriend, huh?"

I never thought I'd miss the day where Jess and Emily were friends. Two skanks in a pod. And there I was, wishing the two would kiss and make up.

Josh clearly had the same notion, because he stood up and spun around, glaring at them. "STOP IT!" he yelled. This is not why we came up here! This is not…helping. It's not what I wanted. If we can't get along for ten minutes, then maybe we need a little bit of a break, right?" He looked at Mike, a brief look of conflict passing his face. "Mike, why don't you check out the guest cabin. The one I told you about."

Mike rolled his eyes and stood up, and I felt the urge to punch him. Don't get me wrong, I liked Mike, but the guy could be a bit of a dick. Especially when it came to what happened with Hannah. Especially when it came to girls in general. I knew the past was in the past, but still. Something about his demeanor pissed me off.

"Yeah…yeah, alright." He glanced at Jess and held out his hand. "Wanna go do that?"

"Any place without that whore," snipped Jess and she took Mike's hand. The two exited the room a moment later.

"It's right up the trail," Josh called after them, but they were already gone.

I looked at Chris. "Dude," he told me, "That shit hit the fan."

I shook my head and glanced at Matt who had his eyes glued to both of us. He imitated his head exploding. "Glad that's over." Chris and I snorted.

"Yeah," Josh agreed. He was back kneeling beside the fire, stacking the wood.

"So, uh, Josh should we get this fire started?" asked Matt.

Josh looked like he was about to respond when Emily spoke up. "Where's my bag?"

Matt glanced at his girlfriend. "Huh?"

"My bag…! The…the little bag with the pink pattern! The one I got on Rodeo!"Ah, yes. Emily's voice. I loved hearing it. It brought joy to my day. Oh wait.

Matt stared at her like she dropped from the moon.

"Matt, are you listening? Oh my god, don't you remember? Next to the Italian shoe place where I got the stilettos and you knocked over the rack while drooling all over that girl at the counter?"

"Well, I mean, she was asking about my letter jacket –" Matt began. Did he finish? Of course not. Why wouldn't Emily let the man form a coherent sentence? Because she's Super Bitch.

"Right, because she gave a shit about your 'designer' letter jacket," said Emily sarcastically.

"Why do you hate my jacket?"

"Matt, I need my bag!"

"Oh my god, Em, maybe you just forgot it –"

"Do you seriously think I'd forget my bag?"

"Well, I…"

"Do you?"

Matt sighed loudly and looked at me and Chris. His expression read 'What did I do to deserve this?' Then he looked back at his girlfriend. "Guess not."

"You must have left it down by the cable car station." That made Matt groan in annoyance.

"Come on, hun, we'll be back soon!" I snorted when Emily called Matt 'hun'.

"Then can we get warm?"

Emily raised an eyebrow and dragged a finger across Matt's chest as she started to leave the room. "Then we can get very warm."

Chris mimicked gagging and Matt looked at us helplessly. I shrugged at him and wiggled my eyebrows, winking once.

Matt rolled his eyes in response. "Okay, okay, let's go." He reluctantly followed Emily out the door.

Sam stood up from her place on the stairs with an amused grin. "Okay, I am going to go take a bath."

"D'you think I could join you?" I called out. Chris and Josh broke into snickers beside me.

"Hardy har, you're hilarious. I'll be upstairs if anyone needs me!"

"That doesn't answer my question!"

Sam flipped me the bird as she continued upstairs and I grinned slightly.

I turned to help with the fire to see Josh looking at me, a slow grin spreading across his face.

"What?"

"The hot water's not on," he stated.

"Yeah…" I said.

"So, Sam's gonna have to go down to the boiler in the basement to start it up. You know where the boiler is, don't you Percy?"

I nodded slowly, not really sure where he was going.

"Right. So you'll take Sam down to the basement. I'm going to stay here and keep working on the fire. And…and, Chris how do you feel about scaring the pants off Sam, literally, for our boy here?"

Chris raised both his eyebrows, smiling. "You know I'm down."

"Great!" said Josh, "So here's the idea…"

He told us both the plan and I slowly started grinning until there was a full blown smile on my face at the end. Josh looked at me. "So whaddya think?"

"I think it's brilliant," I said.

Sam began to come down the stairs a moment later and Josh said, calling out to both Ashley and April, who were in their own little conversation on the couch. "You know, I think we have a spirit board somewhere."

April was grinning when she looked at Josh and Ashley's smile kinda faltered into confusion. "A what?"

Chris began to speak his lines, like a true actor. "Wow you have a 'spirit board'? Those things are a joke, man, they don't do shit."

"No way, bro, we used to do it all the time! Me and…well…" Josh began to trail off. Luckily, Sam saved us all from an awkward silence.

"Hey! Josh! No hot water's kinda a major oversight, don't you think?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just gotta fire up the boiler. It's in the basement." Josh points to Ashley and Chris. "You guys see if you can find the spirit board."

Ashley stood up off the couch and flashed a grin at Chris. "Chris, let's go find it! It'll be like a scavenger hunt!"

Chris stood up beside me and shot me and Josh a wink. "Um, okay, guess so."

"Rad," said Josh as the two walked off. "You aren't gonna regret it." He looked at me. "Perce, you wanna take Sam down to the boiler and get it running? Down the stairs, in the dresser drawer is the yellow flashlight, remember?"

I nodded, "Yeah, man. We'll go ahead." I stretched out my legs as I stood and looked at April. "You staying with your boyfriend?"

April got off the couch and went over to Josh, wrapping her arms around her neck and hugging him against her. "Where else would I be?" she teased.

"Oh, I dunno," I muttered, "Behaving somewhere far, far away from Josh Washington?"

April made a face at me and I started to follow Sam, who was already heading for the basement. "Don't forget protection, big brother," I heard her call and I sent a half-hearted glare over my shoulder.

Sam was leaning on the wall, waiting for me with a smirk. "After you."

I sent her a look and lead us down the stairs, grabbing the flashlight like Josh told me to. We headed through the corridor that led to the stairs and I flicked on the flashlight.

"It's been how many years, and Josh's basement still gives me the creeps," Sam muttered behind me.

I snorted derisively. "Agreed. Josh once dared me to come down here alone when we were younger. Had to stay a whole ten minutes. After five the darkness started to play tricks on my eyes. I've been messed up ever since."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

"Thanks, Sam, your support never ceases to amaze me. Hey, watch your step coming down here."

"I think I can handle a set of stairs."

"Right, okay. Won't be saying that when you trip and fall."

"Ha ha. Very funny."

We walked to the edge of the stairs and I rounded the corner at the end of the corridor. Gripping the handles, I jerked the doors to the boiler open and they swung open with a loud creak. Leaning over, I studied the controls, trying to remember how the damn thing worked.

"Sorry Josh made you come down here with me," I grunted as I kneeled. "I know it's not the sharpest place for a first date."

I didn't see Sam's expression but I'd venture to say she rolled her eyes. "Just get the hot water running and there might be a second date."

I grinned at her as I stood up and walked over to the other contraption that Josh had shown me how to use years ago. "This place is giving me some serious chills. It may be from my PSTD from being trapped down here," I joked.

"I can see why. I'm seriously on edge over here."

"Definitely not a good place to be alone."

"Nope," she agreed.

I fiddled with some of the switches on the water pressure mechanism and Sam appeared a second later with a baseball bat toted on her arm. I rolled my eyes and went back to the controls before she asked, "How do I look?"

I glanced at her and nearly choked. She had one hip cocked and she posed with the bat, an eyebrow raised and a smirk on her face that I could only classify in three words: sexy as hell. I broke in to a wide grin a moment later, not taking my eyes off of her as they traveled her entire being. "Like a grand slam."

"Are you ever not in smooth-talker mode when you're with me?" Her voice was high-pitched again, and I knew she was blushing heavily.

I pretended to think about it, stroking an imaginary goatee. "Now that I really ponder on it…no, no I don't think so." I didn't see Sam's reaction, I just pressed the white button on the water pressure machine and walked back over the boiler. I kneeled down again, holding the flashlight out for Sam. "Here, make yourself useful and pose with that. Beam down here, please and thank you."

I gave her a cheeky smile and turned back to the machine as a loud sound was heard somewhere in the basement. I fought back a grin, knowing Chris had arrived.

Sam swung the beam away from the boiler and flashed it on the other side of the room. "What was that?" There was a slight edge to her voice.

"What was what?" I asked casually. "And get the flashlight back over here, I can't see what I'm doing."

The light landed back on the boiler a moment later, only to be pulled away again. I groaned a bit. "Sam, the sooner I get this done, the quicker we can get out of this freaky-ass basement."

"Alright, alright," she relented and my work area was illuminated.

After flipping a few switches, I stood up and brushed off my hands. "I think that should do the job. Now we gotta increase the water pressure…" I wandered back over to the other mechanism and studied it.

"Sounds kinda complicated," Sam noted.

"Nah, it's easy," I replied. "Now you stay here, and when I give you the signal, turn that knob, then press the white button when the red light comes on. Easy enough?"

Sam nodded.

I walked back over the boiler and nodded to her. "Now."

I heard the knob turn and the pressure increase. A second later, Sam hit the button, and the water pressure stabilized. The machine fired up, nice and loud.

"Whoa!" said Sam.

I walked over to her, grinning. "Nice job. Maybe if your future as a conservationist doesn't pan out, I think you have a chance at public hygienics."

"You mean plumbing?"

"That's a…less flattering word, but essentially, yeah!"

Sam rolled her eyes at me and I held up my hand for a high five. "But seriously, nice job."

With a huff, she slapped my hand. "Now can we please get out of here?"

I grinned with amusement and glanced around the basement, going back over to shut the boiler doors. "You're really freaked out right now aren't you?"

"No…I just…I don't like basement," she defended.

I walked back over with a grin and crossed my arms. "Uh-huh, riiight."

Just then, a weird noise echoed throughout the room. I could describe it, but it didn't sound, by any means, good. Which meant it was probably Chris.

Sam turned away from me, shining the flashlight towards the sound. "What the hell was that?"

"I – I dunno," putting a shake in my voice. "Could, uh, could be a lot of things, I guess." I took a silent step closer to her and put my face right next to her ear, "That could probably getcha!" I whispered and wrapped my arms around her waist.

Sam squealed and struggled against my grip. I let go while I laughed and she spun around, slapping me away.

"Quit it!" But there was humor behind her voice and a twinkle in her eyes.

"Man, you're really freaked out, aren't you?

"I am not scared," she said, crossing her arms.

"No? My bad, were you just jumping and struggling in my grasp to get your aerobics in for the day?"

"Oh my god," she said suddenly, "You were totally freaked out too!

"What?" I asked, feigning ignorance, "No!"

Sam laughed, grabbing the sleeves to my Iron Man sweatshirt. "Yes, you were, you're as white as a sheet!"

I rolled my eyes and spun her around, holding her against my chest. "I was not," I mumbled in her ear, "But just in case of emergency, you're my human shield."

Sam giggled, and turned her head to look at me. Our faces were inches apart, and maybe it was my imagination, but her breath hitched and we seemed to be getting closer and closer…but…whatever had just happened was ruined a moment later when there was another bang. She jerked her head back a bit, proving we had been closer and closer but I decided not to bring that up.

"Okay, so, you hear that too, right?" Sam asked, a bit freaked out.

I creased my eyebrows as the banging became stead and fought the annoyed look that threatened to break out on my face. I had been so close. Goddamnit, Chris, I thought silently. Releasing her, I crept towards the sound.

"Percy? What are you doing…?" I didn't respond and she said, "It's becoming like…weirdly regular."

"There is nothing regular about a loud banging in a basement, unless we're in a horror movie."

"Maybe we should…you know, check it out?"

"Or," I said, my eyes not leaving the origin of the noise, "We could head upstairs and forget this ever happened."

"Come on, Percy, what if it's a pipe about to burst, or a problem with the furnace? Besides…it's coming from the way we came," she hissed.

I walked slowly towards the sound and suddenly, something warm curled around my arm. I smirked unnoticeably as Sam's fingers grasped my forearm. "Probably not a mechanics issue," I muttered.

"If it were me, I wouldn't want Josh's house burning down on our watch."

"Right…" I muttered.

I rounded the corner, opposite the stairs, and edged toward the noise. I stopped and glanced at Sam.

"Ladies first," I murmured.

Sam rolled her eyes at me and released my arm, "Fine, but I'll have you know there's nothing –"

The moment those words left her mouth, a figure clad in a black robe and a hockey mask jumped out and I had to hold in my laughter, knowing it was Chris.

Sam shrieked and I screamed too for good measure. We turned and sprinted back towards the stairs. "What the hell!" I heard Sam yell and she must've knocked something over to slow Chris down because I heard a loud bang and Chris grunt as he tripped over it.

We took the stairs two at a time and I turned around once we reached the top, letting Sam go for the door. I put a hand on the small of her back as she struggled with the handle before screaming in frustration. "Oh, come on, why are all these doors locked!"

"Locked?!" I yelled.

A second later, the cloaked figure appeared.

And in a deep voice, it said, "Hey…"

Sam turned around and stared at the figure. "…What?"

"Hey!" Chris said with more enthusiasm, throwing his arms in the air.

Sam was panting, her face red with exertion and probably anger. I was laughing off to the side, tears leaking from my eyes.

"What the hell?!" yelled Sam.

"Boom!" said Chris as he lowered the hood on his cloak. "You just got monked!"

"What?!" Sam screeched.

"Nice one, man," I said, still laughing. "Oh my god, that was so good."

"Why would you do that?" she snapped at Chris.

"Josh told me about this cool old movie crap down here. Was I not supposed to take advantage of this opportunity?"

"Are you…are you serious?" Sam looked between me and Chris, a peeved expression on her face. Her eyes finally narrowed on me and she thumped my chest. "Were you in on this putz?!"

I chuckled, finally calming down and rubbed the back of my neck. "I might have been."

Sam huffed and turned around as Chris and I high-fived. Chris unlocked the door a second later and we started back towards the living room.

"Oh, come on, Sam!" I said. "It was a joke!"

She didn't look at me. "That was so not funny, Percy. I'm mad at you."

"No you're not," I crooned.

"Yes, I am."

I rolled my eyes and we walked the rest of the way in silence, until Chris opened the door to the living to the room.

Sam finally sighed and said, "I'm ready to admit that your dumb little prank may have had a slight whiff of humor to it."

"Jokemaster!" exclaimed Chris, and he offered me a low-five, which I accepted.

"I said nothing about jokes. I said your prank, which was dumb –"

"It may have been dumb, but you were shaking in your boots," I said.

"I was not!"

"You were! You were all like, 'Percy, I'm scared, hold me' –"

"Percy!" Sam said warningly and I chuckled, holding my hands up, surrendering.

"Alright, alright, I'm done."

We were met by Josh, April, and Ashley in the living room. Josh was grinning at me and he cocked an eyebrow to ask how it went. I gave him a subtle thumbs up and April rolled her eyes.

"What…in god's name…are you wearing?" asked Ashley as she walked towards Chris.

Chris motioned the Catholic cross over Ashley's chest then folded his hands like a monk. "I have found my true calling," he said in a somber voice.

Ashley mimicked the hand-folding and said, "Please tell me you're going to take a vow of silence."

Chris began to talk animatedly without making any sound. The rest of us laughed and shook our heads at Chris's antics.

"Okay, okay," said Ash, rolling her eyes, "Did you at least find the thingy?"

Chris produced the spirit board from his robes, "Boi-oi-oi-oi-ing! Here's our one way ticket to the spirit realm."

Sam shook her head as she backed away from all of us. "You know what? You know what?! No. I've been through enough spooking for one night, okay? I see a hot bath in my crystal ball. Alright? So have fun!" She began up the stairs and then stopped, glancing over her shoulder at me. "And watch out for Percy! And Chris! And Josh! They're all schemers."

We laughed and I shook my head. "I'm sorry!" I called out half-heartedly. And then, "Are you sure you don't want me to join you?"

"You're not earning any brownie points, you know!" was Sam's response before she disappeared. We all chuckled again.

When the laughter had died down, Chris looked at all of us, wiggling his eyebrows. "Anyone else wanna back out? No?"

A devilish grin spread across his features. "Then let's get freaky."