Because of the events that had occurred last chapter, this story is now in Thwok's point of view. Enjoy!

We sat in the living room for over an hour, it was pitch black outside now. The only light lighting up the house was artificial. To be honest, it put me on edge, I've watched many ghost-related movies, and things always happen at night.

The kids seemed pretty tired, Dean fell asleep and Lauren was half awake, trying not to fall asleep. Though Olivia was wide awake and busy helping Michael with... Whatever that machine was. It was nice to see her making the best of the situation.

I expected to hear Whajje call me for something by now, he must've fell asleep rather quickly after I left. I wanted to check on him, but at the same time I didn't want to disturb him of his sleep... Though maybe I should just crack the door open to see if he's okay... Just to make sure.

The lamp sitting on the end table next to me suddenly lost power. Jennifer obviously noticed it, but Michael was to busy to notice anything around him. She just looked at me and didn't say anything, it was kind of creepy to describe it. I was guessing she was sensing something.

Now, I don't know about the whole "Sixth Sense" thing, all I know was that it allowed you to see things others couldn't, like things that didn't pass on after they died. I also knew that she had this sense, so the fact that she was staring right at me sent a shiver down my spine.

She looked away, and at that moment I got up without hesitance. A part of me told me to get away from there, and I always knew to follow my gut instinct.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when every single light in the house went out. We were literally in complete darkness, and I wasn't the only one to not like it.

Then Jennifer looked over to the door used to get into the living room, and held on to Michael of dear life. What was she seeing?

"Jen? What's wrong?" Michael asked her, she seemed very panicked. Like she saw something she didn't want to see.

"There is someone... In... That... Doorway..." She whispered. I immediately got goosebumps from just hearing that sentence.

"What..." Michael whispered back to her, while edging towards the door.

"Michael! No!" Jennifer whispered again, urging him to not go there.

Michael took out a flash light from on top of a toolbox he had, and clicked it on. He turned to the door and shined the light directly into it. There was something there, you couldn't see any details, it was just completely black.

That thing turned to it's side, I seen it literally walk to the stairs and went up them. The worst thing, was that Whajje was up there in the bedroom, and now that thing was on the same floor.

"Whajje's up there! And that thing is up there with him!" I said, my stomach was hurting just thinking about it.

We all stood there, there was no way we could go up there. God knows what that thing could do to us, I was almost certain it was the same entity that attacked us.

Then we heard a frantic scream, not a random scream, it was Whajje's scream. At that very moment my body became extremely heavy, there was no thought, no plan, nothing. My body just immediately jolted up the stairs. I ran to the door and desperately tried to open it, it was obviously jammed.

"I'm such an idiot! I can't believe I actually let him stay up here all by myself!" I screamed in my head as I tried and tried to break down the door.

I seen Michael running up the stairs with an axe in his hand, he must've got it from his car.

"Move away from the door!" He yelled out loud, to make sure if Whajje was at the door he wouldn't get killed.

Michael took aim at the door, then hit the door directly on the handle, he then kicked the door down with his foot, casing us to both run inside.

Whajje was there, sitting on the bed looking out the window in front of him. He wasn't even looking at us even though we had literally busted the door open.

"Whajje! What the hell happened?! Are you alright?!" I ran over to him, he didn't look at me, he just smiled.

Then he looked at me, he didn't seem injured or hurt in anyway. I honestly thought he might've been killed by that... Thing.

"I'm fine... I just had a bit of a nightmare, it wasn't real..." He said. But something in my head made that statement sound... Off. He wasn't himself, and I could tell right off the bat.

"Are you sure...? Why did you-"

"I'm alright Thwok..."

He sounded like he was getting irritated, something was definitely off with him, and I couldn't help but become afraid. It was like his personality changed within just an hour. Michael was looking at us with an eyebrow raised, had obviously noticed it as well.

"Okay okay... I was just worried about you!" I responded.

He got up off the bed and walked straight past the both of us. Not even glancing back as he left. Michael and I both looked at each other with the same thought.

"He isn't right. I've known him for over 20 years and I know something is wrong with him." I said worryingly to Michael.

"Yeah, and I've known him for less then 12 hours and I can tell he is off. It's quite noticeable." He responded.

We both walked out of the room, I was relieved Whajje wasn't hurt, but at the same time I was worried about his behavior. He almost seemed emotionless when I was talking to him, the only sign of emotion I could see was anger. And judging by the fact that he showed a lot of emotion and stress by just being in this house, it wasn't right.

What did that thing do to him?...