On a bright autumn day, Jack found himself outside the house of the most recent victims to the so named "Tickle Monster", a probable serial killer that has drawn a lot of attention in the online community quickly getting many "creepypastas" written inspired by the story and even being named in one local newspaper under the headline "Real Life 'Creepy Pasta' Hits Home". Checking his camera and taking a look around to make sure no nosy neighbors were about to spot him trespassing on a crime scene, Jack Fincher, photojournalist approached the front door and police tape. While he was examining the house he couldn't help but think he'd seen something in the window that then scurried away. [I]Perhaps the perpetrator has returned![/i] He thought, mocking his own paranoia, probably a byproduct of all the reading on the case and associated stories. Jack knew this would be a big one, get it out there first more about the killer or whatever it was and in the meantime document about the scenes and culture growing around the Tickle Monster.

He tried the handle of the front door, although he knew it was locked anyway and didn't disturb the police tape. Jack took another cautious look over his shoulder, making sure no one had spotted him, he made his way around the side of the house, trying the windows he could reach and fit into. It seemed like the house was pretty well locked up, all the doors were locked, including the garage, and all the windows seemed to be too. Jack was about to give up hope and just snap a couple of shots of the house from different angles and write up about something to do with it, [i]A bullshit article showing one of the scenes inspiring the tale...[/i] He was disheartened by that thought and then saw a basement window. Smaller than most and probably locked he got down on all fours and tried it. Locked. Something in him told him to try again and when he did with a little more force the window opened. The house had been very secure but whoever locked the place up didn't observe the broken latch in the basement window. He slid in and closed the window as it was behind him, hopping off a box piled under the window onto the basement floor, he was in! Jack took some shots of the basement, there wasn't anything too strange but this could have been the way the perpetrator got through.

After a while of snooping around he found himself on the ground floor, exiting the basement close to the locked front door. Through the tempered glass he could make out the strips of tape going across the door. Turning further into the house he felt drawn to go upstairs before anywhere else.