Scott glared slightly into the darkness, pointing his flashlight in the direction of the noise but there was no one or anything but a broken camera and he raised an eyebrow at that. He fixed his glasses and slowly walked over, his footsteps light and quiet, afraid. He knelt down after stopping in front of it and reached out slowly with his free hand which happened to be his right and his fingers grazed the camera before he retracted them slightly.
He pondered for a moment if the camera even worked but he might as well see if it did. If anything, he could always take it back with him and fix it. It looked expensive for the time period it was made in and surprisingly it wasn't like everything else with all the dust and mold and moss. His fingers outstretched slowly and they touched the camera again. It was warm like it was recently held but he ignored that and gently grasped it and picked it up. He put the flashlight in his mouth and gently rolled the camera around, looking for anything to turn it on.
He didn't know how long he was sitting there, though in reality it was only a few minutes to ten. He felt a slight chill in his spine and figured it was really dark out by now. Though it wasn't the cold chill, it was a stalker chill. He ignored it as he stood up, still looking at the camera. He didn't notice someone approaching from behind and when he did notice, it was to late and the flashlight dropped from his mouth and his scream was stopped short when he was knocked out. His flashlight broke and the camera slipped from his fingers and he fell back against his attacker and his attacker dragged him off.
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"Damn it Mike, we've been going in circles! How the hell did we lose Scott in this building?" Jeremy grumbled and Vincent sighed and rubbed his eyes. "This is ridiculous." He agreed in a hushed tone and Mike grumbled to himself about troublesome cousins and being offended easily.
To be continued...