the midnight man— matt sturniolo
(sam and colby x sturniolo triplets x reader)
⋆˙⟡ in which: you join the triplets in an uncut investigation at sam and colby’s old trap house to summon the midnight man. (based on sam and colby’s new youtube video.)
a/n: this won’t be exactly like the video, i may be taking some creative liberties here and there. this will also be a series with multiple parts, since the video is so long (i may even leave some parts out). thanks for understanding!!
a/n2: i wrote this like a year ago so bear wit me
cw: use of y/n, cursing, mentions of possession and religion (just a rosary), creepy shit.
You stood staring off into the distance in the house as faint words went in one ear and out the other. Sam was explaining to the camera how the ritual was going to work. To summon the Midnight Man.
You had tried to focus on having a positive attitude and looking happy throughout the whole intro you guys had filmed— but something about this made you feel off. You weren’t scared, just… spooked. There was a certain feeling about this place.
Matt could tell that you were uncomfortable, he’d caught your eye a couple times and given you a reassuring shoulder squeeze, sensing your anxiety. He was your anchor in this space where you felt like you were floating in fear and anticipation for what was to come during this ritual.
“So the first thing we do is write out our full names on a piece of paper.” Sam said as he slipped you and Chris each a piece.
“Writing the gov name feels crazy,” Nick commented, to which everyone laughed.
After taking a paper from Sam, you slid the pen across the paper in loopy letters, writing out your first, middle, and last name, then handed it to Colby. Matt did the same, his eyes asking a silent question from across the space.
Nervous, you responded back with your expression.
Sam took a deep breath, preparing his next words, which were going to sound insane. “The second step is…”
“…we need to each put a drop of blood on the paper with our name.”
Chris made eye contact with each of you, his eyes wide, a “wtf” expression on his face. You glanced at Matt. This shit was way too intense. Blood?
“You guys don’t have to. Me and Colby can do yours as well.”
“Yeah, I think I’m good.” Chris chuckled nervously. Nick agreed, and so did Matt. But you paused.
You weren’t sure what made you say it, but the next words that came out of your mouth were: “I’ll do it.”
Matt’s head whipped towards you and his brows furrowed.
“Are you sure?” Colby asked. “You really don’t have to. We don’t want to make any of our guests uncomfortable—”
“It’s for the video right? I got this. No big deal.” You tried to swallow away the anxiety that was swirling in your stomach. You picked up two papers— the one with your name and Matt’s— and took a finger prick from Sam.
Since blood couldn’t be shown on YouTube, you went into the bathroom and pricked your finger. You inhaled sharply, the pad of your pointer finger stinging. As you pricked your finger, you felt something that was almost like a breath on your neck. You jumped and turned your head instantly… but no one was there.
Maybe I’m just freaking myself out for nothing, you thought. You shook off your bad feeling and finally wiped a drop of blood on each piece of paper, coming out of the bathroom.
Sam and Colby repeated the process.
The next part to start the ritual was to knock on a door 22 times with the 22nd knock landing at exactly midnight. Then you each had ten seconds to light your candle or the ritual wouldn’t work.
You did all these knocks with anxiety swirling in your stomach, but it finally calmed down once your candle was ignited.
But you had to keep following the rules.
“1. Don’t leave the house,” Sam said.
“2. No extra light.” Colby continued. The house was completely dark. All the lights had been turned off before the ritual had started.
“3. If your candle goes out, you have 10 seconds to relight it, or the same amount of time to run to that circle of salt for safety. If neither of those things are done… the Midnight Man can attach to you.” You shivered at that. Across the circle, Matt caught your eye. You could tell he was a bit worried about you, but you just looked at the floor.
“And once you’re in the salt circle, you can’t leave until the ritual is over. Remember, we’re doing this until 3:33 am.” Colby added. Damn, this was intense. You didn’t think you’d ever been this petrified in your life.
“Finally, 5. You have to keep moving. You can’t stand too long in one spot.”
So now the six of you moved slowly around the house, so that your candles wouldn’t blow out. Making small conversation, and jumping at every noise.
You subconsciously stayed close to Matt as you headed up the stairs to Colby’s old bathroom. On the way, Chris curiously stepped in one of the rooms, looking around. A light turned on. You gasped and Chris instantly backed up.
“Shit, shit, shit. There’s a motion sensor.” Chris said anxiously. Sam rushed over and shut the light off as fast as he could.
Suddenly, blood rushed in your ears, and your face felt hot. Your knees were weak, you grabbed at the wall, trying to stop yourself from falling.
Luckily, Matt grabbed you under your arm and helps you steady yourself. “Woah! Holy fuck, Y/n. You okay?”
“I-It must be my iron deficiency. I’m good.” You reassured Matt, giving him a shaky smile.
But your heart continued to pound. You couldn’t help but feel like you’d disrespected something by the extra light coming on, and it had taken its anger out on you.
You’d already broken one of the rules, and you were only 20 minutes in.
When you reached Colby’s old bathroom, you climbed in the bathtub and sat criss-crossed with your candle in your lap. Matt laughed.
“It looks like you’re trying to summon something.”
“Isn’t that the goal of this ritual?” You smiled at him.
“Fair point.” He hoisted himself onto the countertop as the other four boys filed in. Nick and Chris stood by the door, and Sam and Colby sat on the counter opposite Matt.
You stared at the flame in your candle. Flickering, causing shadows to dance on the wall. Warm, hot… something in your gut told you to touch it. No, don’t do that. But it looked so inviting—
Nick snapped you out of your thoughts. “Y/n? Are you okay? You’re pale.” He studied your face. “You need some water? A mint?”
The boys were all staring at you. “What? Oh, I’m fine. Sorry.” You flushed at the attention, yours eyes instantly finding Matt’s. He was frowning. You knew he could tell you were lying.
After a few minutes of jokes and hushed conversation with nothing eventful happening, Sam and Chris headed downstairs to change out the camera battery. Matt took that as a sign to come sit next to you in the tub.
“What’s going on? You keep spacing out a bunch. I know it’s not just your iron levels. Do you feel something?”
You contemplated whether to tell him. You didn’t exactly know what you were feeling, but it scared you. You opened your mouth to explain, but suddenly there was a loud knocking sound.
You jumped and turned to Matt, whose hand found your knee. Colby straightened up and called out. “Sam? Chris?”
You suddenly stood up, as if your legs were guiding you. “I’ll go check on them.”
Matt followed suite. “I’m coming with.”
“No you’re not, it’s fine.”
“What if your candle goes out?”
Nick looked between the two of you before commenting, “Matt, let her go, it’s fine. You know she’s more spiritually inclined than the rest of us. She can handle herself. Plus, it makes good footage for the video.”
You nodded at Nick and mouthed a “thank you” before stepping into the hallway.
You pulled out your phone to record, thinking that YouTube would probably want to see footage of you walking alone in a creepy, demon infested house. Because that’s what got views.
You slowly walked over to the staircase and began to descend, phone in one hand, candle in the other. “Sam? Chris?” You called out, creeping down each stair ever so carefully.
A shadow darted across the room below. You almost screamed, but before you could, you tripped, sending you flailing down the stairs.
You landed at the bottom, dazed. You lifted your head, your vision blurry. You were breathing heavily.
Your candle had gone out.
It had already been ten seconds.
Cold fear hardened in your lungs and each breath of air became a burden as your eyes pricked with tears. Then you heard a voice say your name.
“Chris?” You looked around, swearing it was Chris’s soft voice that had spoken your name. But he was nowhere to be seen. You hugged your knees to your chest, rocking back and forth for what seemed like hours before—
Sam and Chris emerged from the shadows.
“Y/n? What the fuck happened? Are you okay?”
You looked up at Chris, your eyes full of childlike tears. He took your hand and helped you up, pulling you into a hug. He grabbed your phone off the floor and hit the red button, stopping the video you had been taking.
“Hey, you’re alright. It’s okay.”
Sam stood frozen behind him.
“I’m so sorry. This was just supposed to be fun. I didn’t mean to put you guys in danger at all but now…”
“He’s coming for me.” Slipped out of your mouth, finishing Sam’s sentence. “It’s okay, Sam. It’s not your fault.” Chris pulled back, hands on your shoulders, and looked at you, face full of concern.
“What? Y/n— did you hit your head?”
“The candle was out for more than ten seconds.”
Chris’s eyes widened in realization.
“We have to continue with the ritual. It’s okay, we can burn sage, or some shit, for me later. But for now, we have to keep going. Or he’s going to get angry.”
Sam looked worried. “But—“
“Listen, I can feel his energy. He’s getting more frustrated by the second. We have to continue investigating.”
Sam and Chris looked at each other. Chris nodded hesitantly.
“If she says she’s okay, then she’s okay.” He clarified. Sam nodded back.
You were most definitely not okay. But you had to do the ritual. Or else, he would be angry.
“If you say so… um, here.” Sam thrust a rosary into your hand. “I don’t know if your religious but…”
You swallowed and slipped the rosary into your pocket. “I better become it. Or this Midnight Man is going to possess the hell out of me.”
another part coming soon!
a/n: i’m not even catholic but i carry a rosary that was blessed by a priest when i go ghost hunting bc i don’t wanna get fucking possessed so anyway i hope that didn’t offend anyone
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