"Need help with it?"

Tim and Jay were currently exploring Alex's old house, looking in empty cabinets. Anything with a door, really. They looked inside of a closet where Alex had hidden a box of tapes in a previous entry, finding a shit ton of pages with scribbles on them. Crossed out names, trees, and this weird ass symbol.. While Tim looked at the papers, Jay pointed his camcorder out the window. He spotted something. That.. thing, that kept showing up in the entries... He quickly ducked under the window, causing Tim to panic as well. Tim placed his hand against the wall while he crouched below the window, head tilted up to try and look out of it.

"It's outside."

Jay whispered. Tim started to stand up a little, which only made Jay panic more.

"Hey- Stay down. Stay down!"

Tim didn't listen and stood up a bit anyways, staring out the window. His eyes scanned across the outdoors, but he didn't see anything.

"Where?"

"It's out there in the tall grass, do you see it?"

Jay whispered back, a little louder this time. Tim continued scanning, but then shook his head.

"No."

They both stood up, and Jay pointed the camcorder out the window again, looking around outside. But there was nothing...

"It was right out there in the tall grass..."

"Not here now."

"I pointed the camera at it. Here, hold on.."

Jay pulled the camera away, staring down at it and moving to stop the recording.

"Jay, L- No,"

"I'm gonna rewind it, just a second."

Jay stopped the recording and went back, Tim leaning over his shoulder to watch. There was nothing in the recording... Tim was honestly concerned.

"We need to get you to a doctor soon...-"

"But I'm fine, I'm not stupid, I know what I saw."

"I never said you were stupid, but- ... This is the second time this has happened and, in case you forgot, I have some experience with hallucinations."

Jay started pacing a bit, getting more and more upset with each sentence they both spoke.

"I don't think I was hallucinating! I just haven't had a full nights sleep in... what, two or three years because of all this."

"Look, as soon as we get out of here, we need to take you someplace to get help, because this stuff does not go away, trust me-"

"I don't, need, help!"

They started arguing. More than they already were. Jay was getting pissed off and defensive, and Tim was more concerned than anything. Jay's patience was wearing thinner and thinner the longer it went on, and he was fed up. He set the camcorder down on the windowsill, grabbing Tim's shoulders and pushing him against the wall, jaw clenched.

"I don't need fucking help, Tim!!"

Jay shouted, and Tim went quiet. His face went a little rosy, and he stared into Jay's eyes, refusing to look anywhere else. They were so close, he could feel Jay's breath on his face. Jay realized what he was doing and froze for a moment, Staring. He let go and took a step back, shoving his hands into his pockets and hanging his head down low, staring at the ground.