Hey guys! Mighty here! I decided to finish this story, inspiration or not! (I read it all over again and wanted to read the next chapter, even if there wasn't any :p) Sorry if it's not as good as the others; let me tell you that I tried!
I know, it's been a while I didn't post anything: I've been drawing a lot lately for an unknown reason.

So, enjoy!

Until 3:33

Hiroshi took a couple of steps closer to Naoki. He noticed the cat-lover stared in horror at the door next to Hiroshi. He turned to look at it.

"Stay away from it…" Naoki whispered out.

Hiroshi put his hand on the door.

"This is ridiculous, Nao―"

"DON'T OPEN IT, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"

The albino stared at his friend for a couple of seconds and closed the door. He walked in front of his friend and crouched.

"Whatever you think you see, you're imagining it," he said.

"I know I saw it! It frigging touched me!"

"We're in the dark; it's easy for our eyes to get tricked."

"The dark doesn't touch!"

Hiroshi sighed and drew a line through the circle of salt. Naoki's body stiffened as he looked down at the opening.

"IDIOT!" he shouted, looking back at Hiroshi.

"See? You're fine," replied Hiroshi, not even flinching, "your circle was never complete anyways."

Naoki's eyes lightly widened.

"What?"

He looked behind him and realized there was a ten centimeter gap.

"…fuck…" he whispered out, turning back to Hiroshi.

He looked at the door the albino closed earlier and covered his eyes with his hands, a high-pitched, but quiet whimper escaping. Hiroshi looked at the door, but saw nothing.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," he said rather softly, putting a hand on top of Naoki's head.

Takeshi stared down at the circle of salt around Mika.

"That was close, huh?" he said, meeting with her gaze.

"Yeah… but you doomed me in staying in that circle for who knows how long."

"Yeeeah… I know… Look, I'm out of matches and salt. I'll go look for your lighter or someone. I'll be right back. You think you can hang in there?"

Mika crossed her arms.

"You better come back," she said with a playful smirk.

Takuro was walking in the library, getting to the end of the room.

"Hiiiroooshiii!" he called out.

No answer.

"It's not your type to make pranks, what convinced you?"

Still no answer. He put a hand on his hip, holding the candle with the other one.

It's a library; of course he's in here…

There was a whisper, and then his candle blew out. He had no difficulty lighting it again.

"How do you do this, Hiroshi? Did you install speakers or something?"

He sighed in annoyance when there was no answer.

"Okay, screw you, then," he said, heading out of the library.

Takeshi got down the stairs leading in the main hall and started with the door next to the staircase. He walked down the corridor, looking at the floor to try to see Mika's lighter.

"Guys?" he called out at the same time, "I'm out of matches. I'd really use someone's lighter, now."

He continued walking for a bit.

"Guys?"

Naoki is probably downstairs; I should go see if he's there.

Takeshi headed to the basement door and headed down the stairs.

"Naoki?" he called out while going down. "You there?"

His candle blew out.

"No, no, no, no, no-"

Something hard pushed him forward, making him fall down the stairs.

Hiroshi heard a faint sound. It was faint for him, but he could bet it was very loud at the source. One thing was sure; that didn't come from a rat.

"You heard that?" he asked to Naoki, who was still lying in his salt circle, even if it was completely useless.

"I hear things every second, idiot," he answered keeping his eyes closed to not see anything.

"Now you're just being annoying," replied Hiroshi, standing up.

"Where are you going?" asked Naoki when he heard his steps going farther.

He opened his eyes, but soon closed them with a quiet whimper when he saw something he didn't want to see.

"I'm just going to see what was that sound. I'm sure you can stay alone for a minute."

Hiroshi opened the door and stepped out.

"Bastard…" he heard when he closed the door.

He ignored it and walked out of the "new" area. He walked back in the basement's main room and spotted a shape near the stairs. Hiroshi approached it and crouched nest to the shape.

"Takeshi?"

He tried to wake him up, but there was no response from his friend. A small fear grew as he put two fingers on Takeshi's neck. Happily, there was a heartbeat. Hiroshi put his candle on the floor and grabbed his friend. When he was sure he wouldn't drop Takeshi, he grabbed his candle and walked back to the "new" area.

Takuro heard a scream from upstairs. He immediately recognized Mika's voice. He got up the stairs as fast as possible, being careful to keep his candle lit. He opened all the doors on his path until he found the room Mika was in.

"Mika? You're okay in there?" he asked while he walked to the circle of salt.

"I'm okay," she answered, "That dark shape just startled me."

"Dark shape?"

"Yeah, I just know it was tall and terrifying."

"I thought I was hallucinating when I saw it."

He took her hands.

"It didn't touch you, I hope."

She shook her head.

"I think that salt circle is good after all."

"I'll stay. I think it's over soon anyway."

"I can't wait for Hiroshi to come and say it's 3:33."

"Me either; I'm getting sick of this shit."

Mika's eyes widened.

"The shadow!" she exclaimed.

He turned around and his eyes met with the pure black form he saw in the bathroom downstairs.

"Not that fucker again…" he whispered under his breath, preparing himself to light back his candle.

The two teens blinked at the same time. Takuro felt a great force push him on the ground, lighting off his candle. He grunted when he hit the floor. Mika let out a loud yelp when she saw her boyfriend shoved on the ground. Takuro tried to get up, but it was no use. He felt a cold sensation in his back, then pain.

Hiroshi looked at his cell phone for a split-second. Finally: 3:32. He glanced at the unconscious Takeshi, and then at the completely freaked out Naoki. He felt cold air rush on his back, sending a shiver down his spine. Hiroshi turned around just before his candle blew out. The tall shape he saw stopped his movements. The dark figure's arm got high into the air, raising the dark scythe blade at the same time. A high-pitched buzzing grew louder in Hiroshi's ears, then stopped abruptly. The shadow brought its blade down.

Sort of cliffhanger? Maybe? I dunno :p

Anonymous, in after the mansion Hiroshi has a different vision than anybody else. He can see when people's view is fine (blue eyes), not quite okay (Not mentionned purple eyes), or blind (red) it's just a question of colors. I know blind people's eyes aren't red, but that's what his vision tells him. I thought about getting more deep with that vision in a future fic if I post it (It would be AU, so I might just make an original story out of it or something)
I won't do thanksgiving, for the simple reason that it isn't really celebrated where I live, but I will try to do something for Christmas.

Now, for your review on the last chapter: Like I said in chappie 1, I watched Markiplier play the game, so I paused when the shadow appeared and looked at it to describe it correctly. The movie is probably not accurate, so I would never base myself on it (people are seen running OUTSIDE while it is prohibited to leave the house during the game. They were also running during daytime, which doesn't make sense because the game is finished.)
I completely invented the Takeshi-part though. There is nothing confirming the midnight man can change forms, but I wanted to put it there anyway.

So, hoped you like this chapter, see you in the next one!