"What was that?" Claudette gasped fearfully, as the group shared confused looks.

"Okay Meg, you don't have to go overboard with the chainsaw sounds...haha..." Nea chuckled nervously.

"That...wasn't me..." Meg replied faintly, showing us her locked iPhone.

"Don't lie!" Nea retorted anxiously and Meg shook her head.

"It really wasn't-!"

"I already finished the story, so don't scare people for no reason!"

"I didn't do that sound!"

"Okay guys, chill. It's probably just our imagination after the story; we came here to have a good time, so let's have a good time alright?" Dwight interrupted the girls squabbling calmly and you nodded.

"Dwight's got the right idea! Let's party like fucking pornstars!" Jake cheered loudly, gulping his beer down and Nea's face relaxed into a smile.

"You right. Sorry Meg." She apologised with an embarrassed laugh.

"It's cool." Meg responded, smiling weakly as she too grabbed a can of beer:

"Let's get this party started!" Jake remarked obnoxiously as he plugged his phone into portable speakers and put on some pop music.

"Hey Claudette, want to roast some marshmallows?" You asked lightly, passing her the bag of pink and white marshmallows.

"Yeah sure, we should leave them to their... 'Partying'." Claudette answered timidly, passing you your favourite fizzy drink.

The night went on as you roasted marshmallows, told jokes and had a pretty good time, whist Nea, Meg, Dwight and Jake drank and danced. You and Claudette were staying sober, one because you didn't like to drink. And two just in case something happened.

"Dwi, I love you!" Meg sung loudly and climbed onto Dwight's lap.

"I love you too angel cake." He replied affectionately and put his can down, going to kiss her.

"Oh god." Claudette giggled as they made out sloppily for a while.

"Do we have to watch this?" You sighed and smiled as you sipped your drink.

"Probably." She responded awkwardly, opening her book for some late night reading.

"Oh (Y/n), look at Nea." She giggled and pointed at Nea, who was trying to drink, dance and sing at the same time.

You laughed openly at Nea and watched as she swayed around.

"I'll b-be ** y-your UMBRELLA, E-ELLA ** ELLA, EY ** EY, EY!" She yelled intoxicatedly. Another chainsaw sound was heard and you looked at Claudette uneasily.

"That wasn't our imagination." You remarked creeped out, and she nodded.

"Something's wrong, (Y/n), we have to get out of here!" She answered fearfully and you both stood up.

"Where you going baby?" Jake slurred as he grabbed your wrist.

"Jake you're drunk. Anyway we have to go so let go of me!" You retorted sharply, trying to pull your arm away.

"Don't go, we can have such a good time." He dragged you closer to him seductively and tried to kiss you.

"Leave her alone you jerk!" Claudette snapped and slapped him on the side of the face harshly. He grunted and let go of you, his cheek scarlet from the slap.

"You little shit!" Jake swore and brought out a pocket knife, waving it at Claudette.

"Put that away!" You exclaimed angrily as Claudette paled.

"Meg! Nea! Dwight! Do something!" You tried to call the others for help, but they were too wasted; either just giggling or kissing or whatever.

"Don't ever hit me you bitch." Jake hissed and with quick thinking you knocked the knife out of his hand.

"You slut!" He roared and shoved you to the floor.

"What's got into you Jake? What the fuck!" You shouted loudly. The chainsaw sound got closer and soon it caught the attention of everyone.

"W-What...the-?" Meg stumbled over her words as she stopped making out with Dwight.

"Mmm?" Nea mumbled tiredly as she looked around.

"T-The hell?" Jake growled drunkenly.

Claudette screamed, pointing before pulling you away from Jake. Someone rammed the chainsaw right into Jake's shoulder and forced it down, making him fall the to the floor screeching.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Claudette cried hysterically as you shook with fright. You stared in disbelief at the person who had injured Jake and your eyes widened.

"I-It's him." You croaked feebly, your eyes traveling up and down his body. The stories were true, the unnamed son still roamed around the farm! The man had an unfortunately disfigured body, along with wispy black hair and pure white eyes.

"RUN!" Nea sobbed terrified as Meg and Dwight stood up in pure fear. Claudette grabbed your arm crying, and you both tore off into the field.

"(Y-Y-Y/n)! What do we do?!" Claudette exclaimed shocked as you slowed down around a broken blimp.

"I-I don't know..." You whispered scared as you hugged tightly.

"I didn't think he was real. Oh he's gonna kill us. Oh my god, please no!" Claudette whimpered, tears trickling down her face.

"N-No...it'll be okay...we just...just need a plan." You thought aloud shakily and she nodded.

"O-Okay..." She trailed off miserably, wiping away her tears.

"There was a generator in the wooden house...why though?" You remembered when you saw the generator on the balcony.

"Maybe we need to power them to get out?" Claudette remarked trembling.

"Y-Yeah, maybe." You agreed nervously as you heard more screams.

"I know you probably don't want to, but we need to explore and find out exactly what to do." You explained gently and yelped as she fell to the floor and curled up into a ball.

"I can't, I can't, I cant!" She repeated tearfully, rocking back and forth. You took pity on her and decided to think of a plan.

"Hmm...why don't you hide in the blimp and I'll find help? Or find out what to do anyway?" You suggested bravely, hating the idea in your head.

"O-Okay..." She replied anxiously, staggering into the blimp and sitting/hiding behind a few coloured barrels.

"Please be safe (Y/n)." Claudette pleaded as you hugged her one last time.

"I'll try. You be safe too." You responded sadly, pulling back from the hug.

"You're one of the bravest people I know." She praised quietly.

"I'm pretty scared to be honest." You admitted weakly and stood up.

"You'd be inhuman if you weren't." She gave a shaky laugh.

"Be back soon." You said as you left the blimp, shivering as the cool breeze ruffled your hair and clothes. Oh boy...