You looked around for some sort of explanation....But there was none. Before You could investigate, Nate bounced himself happily down the staircase. "Hey (y/n) look what game I got!!!!" He was jumping up and down in excitement as he held out Jenga to you. " I love this game. It's one of my favorites." You said as you gave him a bright smile as you started to set up the game.

You and Nate played Jenga for at least an hour. "(Y/N) I'm bored and so is Jack!" Nate said as he pouted. "We'll are you hungry?" He smiled and nodded. "How about I go make some Mac and cheese?" "Yes please!" He cheered. You then got up leaving the little boy to play in the living room by himself. You entered the kitchen. It had lite oak cabinets with stainless steel Appliances, granite countertop, chestnut brown walls and dark oak wood floors. "This must have been an expensive kitchen" you thought to yourself. You looked through the cabinets a found want you need. You turned on the stove and started to boil water for the pasta.

Once you had finished making the Mac and cheese you call out for Nate. No answer.

"Nate it's time for dinner." Still no answer. You started to get worried. You started to walk out of the kitchen when you heard a loud yell coming for upstairs. It didn't sound like a little kids yell, but more like a older mans yell. You ran back into the kitchen and searched until you found a large kitchen knife. You then made your way out of the kitchen and into the hallway. The closer you got the louder the yelling was. You made your way to the staircase and listened. Nothing. You slowly and Cautiously made your way up the stairs Adrenaline running through your body. You got to the top of the stairs and listened. You only heard crying. "Nate......" You said in a whisper. You could here him crying as if there was no door, clear as day. "I don't like this game it isn't fun." "it is for me!" The first voice you could tell was Nate but the second one was deep, and dark yet cheerful. Without thinking you went to open the door but it was locked. "Nate!" Now you were in defense mode. "(Y/N)!!!!" His scream was muffed out by a dark chuckle. Next thing you know you we're ramming you body up against the door, and it swung open.