"Zac…what are you doing?" Kathy asked of Zac when half past midnight came, and Zac was looking curiously out of the living room window with a pair of binoculars in his hands, the plastic strap around his neck.

Kathy had snuck up behind Zac, making him jump, he let out a quick gasp, letting go of the mini binoculars, they fell to his chest. He looked at her. "Geez, babe, don’t do that," he complained.

Kathy smiled wryly. "Why not? Did I scare you?"

"Yeah, you did," Zac admitted, pouting. Then he looked back out the window. "And to answer your question, I’m looking out for that creep who got in," Zac answered quickly.

"How could he have gotten in if the doors are all locked…how many entrances are there to this house?" Kathy leaned against the windowsill.

"A front door, a back door, the rolling garage door, and shutters that lead into the basement," Zac answered. "The shutters that lead into the basement are padlocked – I didn’t check, but I know how my dad is about security in this house, so I know that’s gonna be okay. And I checked all the other doors, so I don’t think anyone could have gotten in. Our windows only open a little, so there's not enough room for anyone that big to get in…you could barely fit a cat through our windows when they’re open."

"So…" Kathy shrugged. "Now that you know the whole house is secure then you must be thinking to yourself that maybe it is possible you were just seeing things…"

"Maybe, but…I saw something before you came like I said…so it isn’t like I’ve just started seeing things since beginning to watch the movie, Kathy…"

"You mustn’t worry…" Kathy sighed.

Zac took the binoculars of and he put them on the coffee table in the middle of the room. "I know, but…I know I’m not seeing things, and if you were me you’d be sure too, its not my imagination…"

"Okay, then, Zac," Kathy sighed. "Lets say for instance, it isn’t your imagination and that there was someone here? How did they get in, without breaking a window or without coming through a locked door? Who are they, why would they want to terrify us?"

"They wouldn’t want to terrify you…me, maybe, but not you…"

"Why you more than me?" she asked frowning slightly.

Zac sighed, sitting down, folding his arms. "For the money, what else?"

"Money? What money?"

"The money…we’re worth a lot of money right now," Zac admitted.

"But how?"

"Maybe you should wait for Ike to come home before you ask," Zac said. "He explains it better than I do…"

"Explains what better than you do?" Kathy demanded, her serious eyes squinting in confusion.

"Its not important right now," Zac stated.

Just then, the lights went out, the room – and expectantly the rest of the house – was swathed in the cruel blackness of night. Zac let out a howl of frustration and fright, and jumped out, grabbing Kathy’s arms.

"Zac?!" Kathy asked, jumping, she reached out, found his face, and calmed down a little. "God, I thought you might have been…" she trailed off.

"The guy! You believe me then?!" Zac asked, looking around in the darkness.

"Yes…I think I do," she admitted, she found his hand. "Zac…why did the lights go out?"

"I don’t know…it can’t be a power-failure, can it?" Zac asked.

"Maybe the fusebox is dead," Kathy suggested.

"Its down in the basement…I'm not going down there, girl," Zac said, fumbling around finding the mantle. The fire had almost died down completely, only barely glowing and letting them see each other after a moment.

"I’m not going…unless you come with me…" Kathy said.

"I…I’m too scared," Zac admitted. "I mean it, I’m really scared…and I don’t scare easily, Kathy…"

"I’ll hold your hand all the way, Zac…now come on…"

Zac let go of her hand for a moment, and found the cabinet, he immediately found a flashlight and held it up, flicking it on, its dim white light cut through the darkness, he found Kathy nearby. "Okay…lets go…" he sighed.

They made their way into the hallway, and around the corner to the end of the hall where the basement door was. Zac reached out for Kathy’s hand, and held it for security, then he used his foot to kick the door open, and he shone the light in.

"You know…maybe the guy who called me tonight is the same guy who’s doing this…" Kathy suggested.

Zac let out a laugh in spite of his fear. "I doubt it, Kathy…" he admitted.

"Why?" Kathy asked.

Zac turned to her. "It was me and Ike who made that call…breathing down the phone," he admitted.

"You and Isaac…?" she sounded surprised, and hurt. "Why?!"

"Because it was a prank," Zac said. "I told Ike to do it, but we just picked your name at random, we probably would have called back and said sorry…"
"Oh, Zac! Do you know how scared I was when I got that call?!"

"Yeah, probably as scared as I am now…"

Kathy sighed.

Zac looked down into the basement. It was empty, except for a few spiders. "It looks safe…" he shone the light on the fusebox. The fusebox was closed, but somehow, Zac felt that someone had been tampering with it. He shivered at the thought of it. He began his way down the steps very slowly, keeping her hand in his. "Watch out for the steps…there's a loose step here…" he warned.

"Okay…" Kathy nodded, and was very careful as she followed him hand in hand. "Zac…maybe we should phone someone – your parents maybe?"

"My mom and dad would kick up hell if they found out that Ike had gone out and left me in the house alone with someone who is practically a stranger," Zac admitted. "No offence, but they’re pretty suspicious about anyone we haven’t known for a long time, because of what me, Ike and Tay are worth…"

"Why are you even telling me about you, Isaac and Taylor being worth so much?" Kathy asked softly.

"Because eventually you’re going to find out about it from somewhere, and better us than a magazine or the radio or TV. Ask Ike when he comes home, he’ll explain it to you…"

"Okay," Kathy nodded.

Zac let go of her hand as they reached the bottom of the stairs and he moved over to the fusebox, and pulled the door open, looking in as he shone the flashlight upon it. "Geez-lou-eeze!" he exclaimed in a voice that spoke his surprise.

"What?" Kathy asked, moving over, peering over his shoulder.

"Someone flipped this switch…and took out the amps!" Zac turned to her, blinking. "Someone was here, Kathy! There’s no other explanation…and if someone was here, they could still be here!" Zac whispered.

"Zac…the electricity might be out, but the phones won’t be…" she suggested, her voice full of hope, and anxiety. "We should phone the cops…"
"Yeah, come on," Zac grabbed her hand and began running up the stairs with her behind him. Both were tripping all over the place, banging into walls, trying to find their way around, even with the help of the flashlight, their confusion in the dark and their fear caused them to go the wrong way a couple of times.

Eventually they found their way into the kitchen and found the phone, Zac lifted it up, and put it to his ear, he listened, there was no tone. "The phone is dead…" he whispered.

"What?" she asked in a gasp, she gripped onto his shoulders in desperate fear. "What do you mean its dead?!"

"Its dead! As if the line has been cut or something!" Zac whined. "And if someone is outside or in this house, we don’t have a chance in hell of getting far…"

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Zac noticed something at the kitchen window, a figure, face pressed up against the glass, a white face, dark, dark eyes, and hair to its shoulders, tangled and matted beyond believe. Zac didn’t need to think to scream, he just did, making Kathy turn and see the horrid man there, she screamed too, then turned as a lankier figure stood at the side of the door, Zac lifted his flashlight quickly, seeing an almost identical horror, with the same hair and the same face, in black clothes. It reached for them.

Kathy yanked Zac’s arm and pulled him towards the door, she shoved the thing out of the way and dashed for it, just as they reached the front door, and Zac fumbled to get the locks open, they heard a loud maniacal laugh, tripling their fear. Zac tugged the door open hard, and he found himself staring at the thing that had been at the window, it was holding up a knife. He looked back, seeing the other one. They were caught at either end. There was no way to escape.