"How do you like it, Phil?" He smirked "how do you like it, seeing this?" He gestured to all of the bodies, that were slowly fading away. "Any one of these could be me right now. Any one." Looking up at him, through his tears, Phil screeched "No. it's not you. It's not you... IT'S NOT YOU." Then he opened his eyes. "Phil?" Carrie was standing over him, looking terrified. "Phil it's ok." She opened her arms to him, but he flinched. "It's not. It's not. It's not real. It's not you. It's not real it's not you." He rocked back and forth, ignoring everyone and everything, repeating this over and over. Carrie attempted to calm him once more, but could do nothing. In the end, she felt terrible to do so, but she had to leave him on his own. PJ was emotional, he was clinging to Charlie, his face covered in tear tracks. "What if that is us?" Charlie was solemn, and he held PJ, saying "If it is, we go together." PJ hesitated. Hurt, Charlie turned away. Still facing in the opposite direction, he said quietly "What did I do?" He said it simply, as a criminal who already knew his crime. "I found the card." PJ said quickly, expelling it form his system as fast as he could. "Wait.. what?" He turned around, confused, but this did not faze PJ. "The one with the bundle of notes. I had £7500. You... you said you were leaving me... leaving me for Marco." His voice was cracking, this time it was him who turned away. "Wait.. hang on!" Charlie began to laugh. Hearing this, PJ went to get up and walk away, and he was back down to face him again. "That isn't from me! That is my mother's! My father gave it to me when she left him, for Marco, as he did not want to see it. He resented the idea of being paid, the fact that my mother thought the money would stop his pain. He gave it to me, and I can't bring myself to spend it. Dirty money, he calls it." PJ was dumbstruck, his mouth hanging open. "Shit.. I ... I'm sorry!" He blushed, and wrapped Charlie in a tight embrace. "Wait... you seriously thought I was going to leave you for a man called Marco?!" PJ giggled, and the two were happy, happier than they had been for weeks. But this happiness, of course, was to be broken. The two were unaware, but Joe had stood up. His hand was pointed to the 'ceiling', his eyes were a deep blue. Opening his mouth, his voice was unnatural, it was low but high, husky but smooth, and it echoed throughout. "Nothing. Shadows. Fear." In between each word, Joe, or whatever inside him, paused; this made it all the more chilling. Phil, hearing this, began to wail. He ran at Joe, his face in a rage. His hands were bent like claws, his eyes filled with hatred. Alfie stepped in his path, and pinned his arms by his sides, just as Joe's eyes flashed silver, then returned to their colour. He rubbed his throat, as if to expel even the memory of what had just occurred. "L...o..ok!" He croaked, then coughing slightly, he repeated "Look!" The group did not turn around, expecting the figures or another horror to be behind. "No! Look!" Joe was joyous, and this caused, one by one, the group to turn around. "Dan!" Phil exclaimed, pushing and shoving past everyone to get to him. Dan, Kasper and Georgia were appearing, a like their disappearance, they faded in. Phil ran at him, and picked him up. Dan, who's face became evil and twisted, his eyes a deep blue, said "How do you like it now Phil?" Phil, shocked, dropped him on the cold, hard floor. Dan, luckily, landed on his feet, and was looking around just as poisonous as before. He plunged his hand into Carrie's heart. Her face seemed to shift, like the smoke, and her eyes emitted huge silver rays, it lit up the room. Then, everyone heard a cackle. They all looked up, where the noise had travelled from. The light from Carrie's eyes had shown something they had not noticed before. There were creatures, scuttling along the ceiling. Beetle like, they had insect bodies, but there heads were totally out of proportion. There were 14 of them. Frozen, though still looking up, each person realized there was a creature with their head. Dan removed his hand and his eyes returned to their hazel colour. Confused, he exclaimed "What is going on?" Following Phil's gaze, he looked up. And screamed.