He pause.
Took a moment but then he playback the video. He slow down to .5.
Right there he saw the shuttle bus stop. Caught a glimpse of it. And just by looking at it, he know how old looking shuttle bus stop is. A very old one, to say the least. Then he continued. He watched V pass to the light post, and now the shuttle look so new.
It's strange, but for now there's a thought that maybe it was but a good transition of editing.
The shuttle bus stop is new. Like a newly painted, shuttle bus stop devoid of anything, it look so attractive in the dead night of the entire city.
Then he immediately open the comment section and type.
LordWest: When you reached the 34 seconds paused it and slowdown it to .5, you'll see a very old looking shuttle bus stop but the moment he pass it, the shuttle bus stop turn to a very new one, like it was painted without anyone touching it.
There's nothing strange about the way it somehow attract attention.
The way it capture the attention of eye, so as to not pay attention to the still background.
V sat up. In the video, he sat there in the dead night whilst waiting at something.
There was a strange sound rainfall, but there's no rain. Just utter darkness and no rainfall.
Then, suddenly a small sound of footstep.
Not noticeable in the way, that if someone was just trying to watch it without paying attention to the whole point of view of the camera.
Clack, Clack, Clack!
Still, the footstep rang, half lost in the night. Then another, a whistle. It was song of decorum est in the dark, like how it rang and echo through the utter darkness.
"Hmmm...."
It was so wrong but it fit. Like a quiet ascension of something grand. Something beyond normal rhyme.
Emmanuel was so immerse he didn't even notice noise around him. But maybe it was a guise of luck that save him in insanity.
The scenery in the video was utter desolation. Road dominated by the night and the creepy whistle that you can't tell if it was away from you or besides you.
It wasn't wrong to say that Emmanuel was sucked up by the video because of how his eyes look like their gonna cough his eyeballs out.
Clang!
But then, out of nowhere Emmanuel was alarmed awake by the sound of something break. Like a glass, that fallen far above it's normal height.
It was loud, loud enough to startle awake not just him but his parents and siblings...too.
But there's no follow up, no sound of door opening up or someone batshit talking about 'did a robber break our window!' something like that.
So he thought, why not try and see what it was. But just as his about to move from where his sat at. He saw, from his peripheral vision.
A boy, no older than 11. Sitting at his computer desk. It was holding something, something shape like a jar.
It's eyes, big and wide staring straight at him. Emmanuel this time, was dumbstruck beyond normal.
He doesn't what it was or who it was. Neither he remembers someone entering his room, since his door was faced front in him. So he'll notice if someone enter or at least heard the door 'creak' if someone opened it.
There could only one explanation in it. And he doesn't like that somehow, it was the only plausible explanation he had.
He want to run, ran straight outside but he remember Vince(V) Word. The things he needed to follow, in case he watched it alone in the night and at the utter dark...Alone.
Looking back at the video. It was progressing very normally, it doesn't have any filter aside from it's normal layout.
Then, suddenly the camera tilted. Then at that moment, V start talking.
There was no one there. No one aside from him.
It was now horrifying. Because the camera would sometimes catche a glimpse of someone's hand. A very old-wrinkly-hand.
Just then, V's body face to the side. And there, he saw who's owner, the hand was.
It was from an old man, holding a very antique looking umbrella. No more than that was a cane, with a jagged and rough body that look like it endure far more that it's supposed to.
It was a black and white, cane at the size of approximately 4.5 meters. Then V, start talking, his voice was low, and rough. It was as if his throat has never been in need of a water more than today.
His voice sound bizzare in the way that even though they could here it. They couldn't understand what his trying to say.
Then, his body back. Finally facing the road. But this time, what greeted the camera isn't an empty-carless, With it's missing light post-road. But a rather, ordinary looking bus.
Emmanuel was now horrified. He doesn't know how to react. But what he does know is that, those in the passenger seat-near the window-was looking at V.
Their eyes, strangely familiar to the body. Emmanuel, suddenly felt something cold.
Someone caress his nape.
Then again, his hand. Utterly freezing, someone clasp it. The terrorizing feeling of something cold and the way it was shape... strangely small, then it was rough, yet soft.
Emmanuel can't discern what it was but what he does know, is that whoever it was holding his hand isn't something that should be here.
Like the one Holding his left hand, was owning a very small and rough and bloated hand.
'Don't thing too much, don't think too much, don't think to much, don't think too much.' Emmanuel murmured again and again in his mind.
Trying not to create any noise or sound. Finally, his eyes once again carried a clarity that disappeared when he start panicking.
Taking a deep breath, Emmanuel watch how Vince walk toward the bus door, with his eye staring just straight.
The way it was taking more than a minute to reached the bus door, even though it was just Infront of him unusually not good.
Then the bus door, open and then Vince look back at the old man, the old man, this time look more vivid than before but missing a face wave his hand.
Vince look back and this time, he took a step forward.