All but one returned from the trip. My brother, Danny, died. They said it was a Nosferatu, some kind of super vampire that fought them. Apparently, during the fight, a gasline was hit, and kaboom. Danny died. The others lived. They’re pretty sure the vamp died, too. Big deal. What’s one more freak, compared to losing my brother. They all said they’d take care of me. After the care they took with Danny, I doubt I’ll live long. Hell, they probably don’t even remember my name.
Oh, and they brought back some spirit freak thing. It possesses people. If the bugs don’t get me, this thing will take my body. Can’t even sleep well now. The thing could come right through the walls.