That night, on the way to Stan's house, Craig noticed something odd. Tweek's house. The windows had paper covering them and a "for sale" sign planted in the front yard.

A moving truck pulled in the driveway. Mrs. Tweak was carrying a box outside.

Craig looked at his watch. 11:30 P.M. He walked over to her. "Need help?" He asked the struggling mother.

She looked at him and put down the box. "Craig what are you doing out at this time of night?" She asked him.

Craig wanted to ask about what's going on but it's not his business.

"Just couldn't sleep." Craig lied. "But do you want help?"

Tweek's mom nodded. "Theres stuff upstairs that needs to be brought down."

Craig walked into the now dark and hollow home. Funny. If Tweek was still alive this house would still be bright and full of life.

Craig walked up the creaky stairs. His spine shaking with each sound.

Eventually he was upstairs. The hallway was dark and eerie. He walked around and ended in front of Tweek's room.

The door to his room was ajar. Craig pushed past. The room was almost empty. The only thing there was a rug, desk, and fan.

Craig walked in the room and tripped. "Ow-Fuck!" He fell face first and yelped in pain.

Something was sticking up in the rug. "The fuck?" Craig picked up the rug and saw a book was hidden under the rug.

Craig picked it up and examined the book. Two white bold words caught his attention. "SLEEP JOURNAL"

As Craig got up to leave the room, the door slammed shut. "What the fuck?!" Craig shouted as he banged on the wooden door.

Craig felt a pair of hands grab onto his shoulders. He felt cold sweat run down his neck.

Before Craig's mind could grasp on what was happening, he was rammed into a cold, hard wall. Blood trickled down his head.

The room lit up, dark red flooded the room. Pentagram formed all around. But that wasn't the menacing part. A white, foggy figure with crimson eyes was weeping in the center of one of the pentagrams.

Specifically, the one in the middle of the floor.

The boy felt petrified. The sobs from the unknown spirit became louder.

Craig covered his ears, feeling that if the now screeching spirit was going to get any louder his ears would bleed.

The spirit looked over at Craig. He felt like he was stuck to the wall. The spirit came closer. Craig's heart was beating a mile a minute.

The features of the spirt became less clear. Before Craig could look at it, there was a knock.

Everything went back to normal. Craig was soaked in sweat. He touched the back of his head. Blood was on his hand.

His eyes wondered from his blood covered hand to the now open door.

Tweek's mom was standing in the doorway. "Is everything okay?" She asked. Craig sat against the wall breathing heavily. He clenched the book close to his side and ran out of the now empty house.

Craig felt relived to be out of that house. His phone started to buzz. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and checked it.

Clyde was calling.

The raven haired male rolled his eyes and answered. "What do you want Clyde?" He asked as he wiped some remaining sweat away from his forehead.

"You still coming over to Stan's? We've been waiting for you." He scoffed. Clyde isn't what most people would call patient.

"I'll be there in five minutes." Craig informed the querulous boy and hung up.

As he was walking, heard heard something whimper out in agony. Craig looked behind him to see nothing but a road illuminated by some street lights.

Craig continued to Stan's house, trying to convince himself that he was alone and he was hearing things. He walked up a path that lead to a porch.

The porch was old and rotted. It would make a creaking noise whenever you step on it. Craig walked up on the porch and knocked on the door.

The door opened. A boy with jet black hair stood in front of the doorways. He had a white, wrinkled T-shirt, black sweatpants, and white socks.

"Come on in" Stan said. Craig walked in and scanned his surroundings. Picture frames hung from the purple walls. "So.. where are the others?"

Stan walked upstairs, not saying a word. The raven haired boy followed.

The two teens walked into Stan's room. Three other boys in his room, having a serious discussion with each other.

Kyle, Kenny, and Clyde.

"Craig is here." Stan said as sat down in a swivel chair. Kyle sighed. "Close the door."

Craig shut the door and sat down on the floor. "Sorry I'm late, something happened on the way here." He sighed. A shiver went down his spine, remembering what happened at Tweek's house.

"It's fine.. But we got shit we need to discuss."