What a creepy chapter name, huh? I know, I made it myself *cough, cough*. Anyway, enjoy chapter three! Because I wasn't lying when I said shit was gonna hit the fan!

Note: It might not get too crazy. So, yeah.

Another Note: I don't know Mark, Jack or Felix. And this never happened, blah, blah, blah. (I'm starting to sound like a broken record.)

Can we just get to the story?

'Sure'

Okay, let's go then.

(Felix P.O.V.)

Felix's first thought was, 'What am I gonna tell Marzia?' He had made a promise to fly to California to help fix his YouTube account. But his girlfriend didn't know that he couldn't just leave her alone here, what kind of caring boyfriend would do that!

'Well, she won't really be alone.' Felix pondered ' She has the pugs. And anyway, you already bought the tickets, and Marzia been alone before, she'll be fine!.'

Felix took a deep breath. If all goes well, she would support his decision to leave. Alright, here we go.

"Marzia?" Felix whispered opening the door to their bedroom ajar. No response.

Felix poked his head in. "Marzia!" He hissed louder. Again, no response. He looked on the bed to find Marzia's sleeping form lying there. She must be taking a nap! The Swedish man felt relieved that he didn't have to go through an awkward conversation with her, but what will he do now? He didn't want to wake her up, and his flight left in a few hours, he had to get to the airport.

After a few seconds of thinking, he decided to write her a note.He quickly scrawled out something on the back of an empty envelope and stuck it on the fridge, hopefully, she would see it when she woke up. He refilled Edgar and Maya's food and water dish. They looked up at him with their cute pug faces, like they knew he was leaving.

"I'll be back soon" he promised them, but deep inside of him he knew that he might not be. He picked up his small suitcace and slung his backpack over his shoulder. He packed a week's worth of clothes, his phone, and a few other essentials.

Felix walked out onto the porch, and felt the cool air flow through his hair. He called an uber to drive him to the airport, he didn't want to take his own car because Marzia will need to use it. God, he felt bad for leaving Marzia, but he had to do this, no turning back. He made promises,he had to fulfill them.

The wind sent a chill down his back, and a voice whispered in his ear.

'Are you sure you want to do this?' Felix jumped and looked around. The voice had a rouph German accent to it. No one was near him, he was alone, he might just be emotional and imagining it.

He swallowed hard, straining his ears to hear the voice again, but there was nothing. While he was waiting for the Uber to come he was getting chills and becoming more paranoid every second that went by. The voice was gone but he could feel it watching him, waiting for him to mess up.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the car showed up and Felix practically jumped him, wanting to leave that haunting feeling behind him. But it seemed to follow him all the way to the airport.

(Mark P.O.V.)

Mark ran his hand through his red dyed hair. Felix and Jack would be there around 1 in the afternoon, so the half Korean had plenty of time to 'freshen' up and get ready for the day. He sighed loudly and slipped out of bed, gently putting his computer on his desk. He felt a little dizzy getting out of bed too quickly, but it wore off.

He dragged his feet to the bathroom and lazily turned on the faucet. The water gushed out of the silver metal spout. Mark cupped his hands under the cold liquid and splashed it on his face, feeling it chase away the tiredness. He then got a hand towel and wiped away the water from his eyes. Looking up in the mirror he saw a shodowy figure in the corner of his room.

It seemed to be made of smoke, it's dark skin shifting a swirling. It's eyes glowed a bright red and it had feathery raven black hair. It seemed familiar to Mark for a second but he was too scared to think, the only thing he could do was slam the bathroom door shut, locking the terrifying monster/ghost out.

He slowly backed up to the corner of the room. His heart thumped in his chest and his breath was coming out in short gasps like a fish. He waited for the door to open and the dark ghost to come creeping in, but it never did. After a few minutes his heart slowed and his breath went back to normal. He shook his head and began to walk toward his shower. He wanted to forget what had just happened and focus on more important things.

He took a deep breath and began to slip off his clothes. He turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the hot water fall onto his bare back. He sighed and all of his muscles relaxed. He ran his hands through his hair to make sure it was completely wet before he scrubbed it with shampoo (color safe, of course, he didn't want to ruin the red dye in his hair. He actually thought that the color looked good on him and it also matched with his YouTube logo, so he wanted to keep it for as long as he could).

He closed his eye and leaned his head back in the light stream of steaming water. He washed his scalp and hair full of shampoo. He was beginning to forget about his troubles when he heard a loud noise come from behind the locked door of the shower. He froze again and quickly wiped away the soap and water away from his eyes with his towel. He carefully stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist.

He opened the door hesitantly and stepped into his clean bedroom. Well, it wasn't clean anymore, the bed sheets were astrewn across the floor, his clothes were ripped up and in a large piles. All of his things were a mess.

"What the hell happened?" Mark muttered in disbelief to himself.

He looked around. "Oh, god..." He whispered. He slowly leaned down and picked up his broken computer. It was fully snapped in half and there was a big hole through the screen. Who could have done this? He thought

"Oh, Mark," a voice said behind him. 'only if you knew all of it, it would make this so much easier. But, I guess it would make this less fun so...goodbye!"

Mark turned around just to see something dark hurtling toward him. He flinched and the thing caught him in the face. He cried out and fell on the ground. His face hurt and he could feel blood tricking down his face. The dark figure loomed over him, he now knew why it looked so familiar.

"Y...y...you..." Mark snarled.

The figure lauphed and raised his hand. Mark braced himself for another blow.

"See you when you wake up!"

Suddenly everything went black.

Heeeeyyyyy! How are you? Good? Good! I'm doing fine, thank you!

Sorry this took so long but, hey, its finished! (Thank God!)

More on the way!

I think I'm using to many exclamation points!

K, bye!

-Cat's Catnip(!)