When Sunshine first arrives to the house, it feels ethereal. It's tucked in the farthest corner of the overgrown street, surrounded by tall, gnarled and twisted trees. Flowers sprout from the leaves above, fluttering to the ground and dotting the earth. The pale outline of the house blends in with the vines and tangles of bushes, but Sunshine knows this is the right place.

Okay. Maybe this is a little creepy. Yeah, the place is hidden behind nature and it seems like no one even lives here anymore, but.. God, it's so beautiful.

When Sunshine exits the car, bird chirping echoes through the forest, the sun spilling through the empty spaces and lighting up the entire area. She walks up to the front screen door, or what she figures is the front door, and hesitates.

Does she really want to knock?

Ugh. Man up. She has to. This could be the only chance she meets her dad.

Sunshine sucks her teeth and bangs on the door, shoulders tensing and eyes flicking around. She can sort of see through the screen, and isn't sure she likes what she sees. It's dusty and dirty inside, but the outside is just so pretty. How can she not love it?

Sunshine steps back toward the edges of the clearing, wondering why everything seems so overgrown. Maybe her father does live here, but he doesn't — he doesn't try to fix the place up? That could be it. That could make sense. Right?

She follows a widened trail through the forest and circles around the back of the house. There's a dark shed nestled between the trees that she doesn't really want to go in, either. All of the windows are covered in plants so she doesn't think anyone lives here anymore, but is hesitant to barge in and snoop around.

Maybe she has to.

Sunshine sighs and picks her way back to the front door, peering through the screen and sighing. She tries the door but it seems to be stuck. She bites her tongue and squints, shoving her hand along the base and shoving it open. Dust clutters to her senses and she coughes, blown back by surprise.

No way anyone lives here.

Sunshine tentatively enters the house. The first room is dark. Light filters in through the half-shut curtains, but only really reveals the crumpled bed sheets piled on the ground. There are a few wooden shelves perched along the walls, and a chair to accompany, but everything is otherwise empty.

God, imagine cleaning this place.

Sunshine looks over the bags stuffed with books, grunting. Everything here looks old; based on the carpet below, this house hasn't been occupied since the 90s. Or at least, that's what it looks like.

Please don't tell Sunshine this is where her father lives.

She turns toward a short hallway, where the carpet becomes hard, compact stone. She's pretty sure there's a dead mouse in the middle of the floor. "Hello?" she calls out, blinking, looking worried. No answer.

On the right of the hall is an open kitchen, accompanied with a refrigerator, a stove, a sink, and cabinets. There's a swirled key on one of the counters. Sunshine nears, brows furrowed. She's not sure what it goes to, but picks it up and stuffs it in her pocket anyway.

Sunshine gazes around the small kitchen, the blue, yellow, and pale green spotted walls glare back at her. Ugly ass wallpaper.

Across from the fridge is a jammed door that Sunshine pries open. More dust chokes her as she enters, until she realizes this is the room that leads to the basement. She's not going down there.

Sunshine breathes out, padding in to what looks like a — living room with counters along the edges? There are about three dozen glass jars laying on the floor, facing downward and curled around each other. Weird.

On one of the counters is an old, beautiful, black typewriter. An ancient radio sits across, but it won't splutter on. Sunshine moves the curtains to look out on the forest, plant stems reaching up and tapping on the windows.

Sunshine continues checking out the room and finds a disgusting closet with a rat's nest inside. She rounds her body to the nearest door, but finds it's locked once she attempts to open it. Sunshine purses her lips and walks in to another open space, with several shadowed closed doors. "Hm, which creepy door to open first?" she muses.

Sunshine tries the middle one, which springs open to reveal a dark closet. The left one had a soft, pale light illuminating the bottom, and she can see the dirt floating around the air. Sunshine covers her mouth and walks inside, staring at the piled books and the two cabinets in the middle of the room.

On one of the walls, a calendar is hanging. It's from October of 2000. Eleven years ago. It seems this place has been deserted for just as long.

Sunshine hums and looks over the books surrounded by bubble wrap. She turns her attention to the mirror then down to a 'Family Record', which is completely empty. Hm. She wanted to find something interesting here.

She shuffles back to the calendar, observing the door right beside. Sunshine opens it with little fear, gazing inside another dark closet. It's void of anything, save for a few hangers.

Sunshine shrugs and walks back to the open living area, clicking open another creepy door. It widens to a bathroom, with a rotten sink and a pink, stone-covered shower. She tries the locked door again, but it's still the same, of course.

She works her way back to the first room. "Hello?" Sunshine calls out one last time, shaking her head. She's been everywhere in the house and it's clearly abandoned. What else can she do?

(Well. She hasn't checked the basement yet, but she's definitely not going down there.)

She makes a face.

Shit.

She's going down there, isn't she?

Sunshine breathes heavily, walking past the creepy knives stuck in the walls and creeping in to the room before the basement. She grabs a large flashlight next to her and staggers down the steps, gazing down at the darkness, at the shadows that eat away at her mind and promise to bring only nightmares.

Yeah. She's still terrified of the dark.

She waves the flashlight around, making it to the foot of the stairs. The camera's audio splutters for a moment as Sunshine looks down. There are empty plastic bottles and — she begins shaking. A picture of the father and the daughter with bags over their heads. What the hell —

A sound behind startles her. Sunshine whips around, eyes wide, head jerking to the side. She quickly runs up the stairs, chest constricting and mind growing fuzzy. She doesn't want to be here anymore. She can't be here.

Sunshine quickly jogs through the front door and out to the car, adrenaline flooding through her veins. The picture — it was there. Why was it there? Had her father sent her the warning?

Is this even her dad's address?

The idea that it could be some random person'a house shocks her. But she tries to ignore it and continues walking through the path, green fluttering around her as she breathes and closes her eyes. She needs to calm down. She's fine. She's fine.

She slips in to the driver's seat and plugs the key in to the ignition, but pauses. She's going to figure this out, sooner or later. Sunshine sighs and begins driving forward before realizing something. The locket. God! What an idiot! She forgot it inside, and it's the only way to prove that her dad is her dad and — ughhhh. Sunshine wipes her hand down her face. She's gonna have to go back in, isn't she.

Not to mention that her mother will know if Sunshine doesn't bring it back.

She breathes in and out, then stops dead in her seat. She turns the camera to a y'all man that walks out from behind the bushes, dressed in a black suit with a white undershirt, black pants, and black shoes. He has a head of short gray hair, and a stubbled beard along his chin and cheeks.

"Hello?" Sunshine begins to shake. The man tilts his head from side to side, staring at her through the car. "I'm sorry, is this your house? I didn't — I didn't know." She can't bite back the feelings of unease staring at this person, though.

This — surely this isn't her father?

He doesn't reply and Sunshine catches her breath. "Dad..?"

The man suddenly lunges forward and scrambled on to the hood of the car, pressing his hands to the windshield and trying to stick his arm through the slightly open driver's window. "Leave me alone!" She screams, dropping the camera out of the car. "Don't touch me!" Sunshine floors the gas and throws the man off of. He rolls in the dirt and falls on his face, unmoving.

"Oh my God!" Sunshine cries and leaps out of the car, running to grab her camera and staring at the man. Her eyes water. "Are you okay?!"

She nears him and sees the blood pooled over his hand and fingers. She bends down and touches the man's arm, crying. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay? Oh God, are you okay? I'm so sorry."

He jerks up and tries to reach for Sunshine. She lets out a blood-curdling scream and turns, running for the house. She can hear him grunt and pant behind him as he gets on his feet, swiveling his head in her direction.

He runs after her.

Sunshine rips open the front door and slams it shut behind her. She whimpers and locks it, watching the man run in to the glass. He snarls like a wild animal and claws at the screen, trying to get in, staring at her with this dark brown eyes. "Go away!"

She can see the blood dribbling down his face now and fear grips her heart. He backs away from the front door, however, and Sunshine whips around. Where does she go? God, she's freaking the fuck out and she still needs to find her locket and — AGH! Where does she hide?!

Sunshine backs in to a closet in one of the smaller rooms of the house. She can hear what sounds like a back door open and shakes, holding her breath. Footsteps echo down the hallways and she can hear things being thrown around. A dark shape moves past the crack of the door and she holds back a cry of fear and anguish.

His shoes kick over the wooden floor as he turns around, looking past the closet door. Sunshine watches as he holds a white cloth to his face, then, to her horror, slides it over his head. It's — it's just like the picture. The man and the daughter with the white bags over their heads, this is it, this is — this is exactly —

The man angrily stomps out of the room and begins throwing more things around. Sunshine looks side to side and decides to make a run for it. She — she can do that, right?

Maybe she should wait.

Sunshine continues breathing in and out and just sits in the darkness of the closet. Things become quiet after a few minutes and she wonders where the man is. Maybe he's gone? Left through a secret door that she didn't hear?

She doesn't know. But she does know she needs to run.

A staticy buzzing causes Sunshine to wince, and she creeps toward the door to the room. Is that the camera? No, it's something in the house. And it's getting louder as she nears the hallway. It sounds like a mix of wind and someone scratching at a screen door — hell, maybe it is.

Oh, no. It isn't. She gasps softly when she enters the hallway and sees the man on his knees, hands curved at awkward angles at the sides of his face, bag over his head and body jerking every few seconds. He growls and holds the cloth, slipping it off of his head. The noise dulls and Sunshine stands there, staring at this strange man, not able to move. Her body won't allow it.

Then, he slams a hand to the wall and whips his head around. Sunshine screams and slams the door shut, turning and running out of the front door. She jumps in to her car and jerks the keys in, pressing on the gas. The man follows behind and she screams even louder, pulling out as quickly as possible, sobbing.

The batteries of her camera die.

when i was like 9 and watched these 'worst day ever' videos i stg they scared me so fucking much like. major terrifying. it's very nostalgic to go back and watch

anyway yeah this took me like an hour to write and i'm happy with it

le master soon and hopefully uncle tommy sooner just stay tuned