"Come on, come on," I whisper to my brother Rocky.

"I'm coming Alex, hold on," he says.

"Well hurry before the cops see us," I say frighteningly.

He tosses his book bag over the fence, and I catch it. Rocky climbs over the fence and we head to our destination. Our shoes sink in the snow.

"I can't believe we're doing this,"I say.

"Well we have to make views someway," my brother states.

"I know, but I don't think walking in four inches of snow is worth it," I argue."Oh, and plus it's nothing but maybe forty degrees."

"Well, sis I'm willing to go the extra mile," he says.

We didn't say another word until we got to the place. Rocky smiles as we get closer.

"Wow, isn't it beautiful?" He says, in amazement.

"Yeah, if this is your definition of beauty," I disagree."What is this place anyways?"

I stare awkwardly at the place. It's an abandoned carnival. We walk to the gate entrance and open it. The gates creak drifts through the wind.

"What is this place anyways?" I question.

"It's called Ricky's Playhouse," Rocky says.

"What kind of name is that?" I comment.

"You know what Alex, I'm tired of your complaining," he sounds, frustrated."I'll just film by myself."

"Fine, I'll just go along by myself," I remark.

Rocky ignores me and walks away, only leaving me alone with nothing but my flashlight, keys, and my phone. I look around deciding where to "explore." I see a swing set that I could go to. I step tiredly to it.

I don't need you anyways. Why would he even say that?

I think in my head.

I sit slumpily on the swing. It squeaks every time I move. I look off into the distance. I can see a huge silhouette on one of the ferris wheel capsules. I stand up and walk only inches away from the swing set.

I shine the flashlight where I see it. Nothing was there. I move the light from the area. It appears. I move it away again, and it vanishes.

I amble away from the area.

"Goodness, I have to use the bathroom," I say out loud.

I look around for a place to use the bathroom. It is way too chilly to do it outside. I walk over where two small buildings are. As I get close, I can make out "Restroom," written on the door. I ease the door open making sure to shine my light in first.

I pick up a big rock and use it to keep the door open. I step in the bathroom, and it didn't feel any better than outside. The floor looks as if an earthquake had shifted it. I open the first stall and go inside. The door shut slowly behind me.

I sit my flashlight and phone on the gravel.

Just as I was finishing up I could hear the door close leisurely.

Oh no!

I shout in my head.

I pick up my phone and flashlight. I'm about to open the door, but I hear someone walking closer and farther in the bathroom. The rocks crackle.

"Rocky?" I call out.

No one answers.

Maybe it's a homeless man.

I suggest.

I beam my light under the stall. I can see black shoes at the far side of the bathroom away from the door.

"I know someone's in here, I can see your feet," I say.

It begins walking gradually. It halts at my stall. I peak from the crack of the door. As I am doing it, I feel something wet drip on my forehead. I look up expecting it to be a leak.

It wasn't. It was a figure taller than the stalls.

"Ah!" I screech.

I couldn't see it's face because it has a hat on. It begins to open the door slowly. I crawl from the bottom of the stall. I open the bathroom door rapidly.

"Rocky!" I holler over and over again.

I run and run looking all over for him.

"Rocky!" I yell even louder."Where are you?!"

A lake begins to form in my eyes.

"Ah!" I shout.

"It's me, it's me, calm down," Rocky says.

I hug him tightly.

"Some-something w-was just trying to hurt me," I explain.

"What?" He says, unbelievingly."It's probably just some kids messin' around."

"Let's leave," I tell him.

"It's always like you to just want to leave." he speaks sarcastically."I'll show you the way out."

We began heading back to where we entered at. I can't help but notice footprints bigger than Rocky and mines in the snow. I look over at him and he keeps his head forward. He pulls a walkie-talkie out of his pocket.

"Now," Rocky says into it.

I glance at him in confusion. Rocky grabs my arm.

"What are you doing?" I question.

He pulls out a pocket knife.

"Don't do anything," he tells me.

I look at him frighteningly.

Is my own brother trying to kill me?

I ask myself in my head.

Suddenly two black figures appear and walk near us. Rocky smiles. As they get closer, I could see a knife in their hand.

"Pl-please, no," I stammer.

"Be quiet," Rocky whispers in my ear.

He pushes me into the freezing snow. They approach me while reaching for the mask on their face. A numbing feeling takes over my body, not from the cold but from terror. They throw their mask on the ground.

"Mom, dad," I say in shock.

"Hi, honey," they say at the same time.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"We're here to film," my mom says.

"Get the camera out," dad tells rocky."Let's start filming."

"Okay," he replies.

He pulls out the camera and faces it towards me. My dad pulls rope from the book bag and comes over to me.

"Stay still," he commands.

I attempt to stand up but my feet keep slipping. He throws the rope around my neck.

"Ah!" I yelp as blaring as I could.

Mom licked the sharp part of the knife and then scraped the side of my face with it.

"Ah!" I yell.

I try squirming away.

"You'll get us lots of views Alex," my brother tells me, while putting the camera in my face.

My blood trickles on the ground. Dad yanks the rope and drags me across the snow.

"Ah!" I get out, as I pull on the rope around my neck.

My vision is getting dark, not because I was being choked, but because a tall, huge, and dark silhouette is hovering over me. I can see my life flashing before my eyes. I can hear someone screaming,"Put your hands up."

Bang! Bang!

Loud shots fire.

I lay on the puffy snow not moving.

"Are you alright?" A man asks me.

I look around and see my dad laying lifeless beside me. His blood splatter all over the snow. My mom and brother are getting handcuffed. After I catch my breath, I stand up and look at my family in disgust. More security comes.

I get questioned at the police station. They look at the footage my brother recorded. I did get in trouble for going to the carnival. But what I still want to know is what I seen in Ricky's Playhouse, my guardian angel or a demon from hell.