It was finally here.

The day when my friends from across the globe finally all assemble in one town. We have all had this planned for months. Plenty of saving up and donations, and after all our hard work, it was finally happening. It was a Thursday, and it was the only thing on my mind all week. I couldn't even focus at work.

I had already planned to book the Friday off work, so as soon as I finished work that evening, I drove straight home at what seemed to be double the national speed limit and threw myself into the shower. I now lived on my own as my apprenticeship matured into my full time job, giving me a huge increase in salary so giving accommodation for the lads was no problem at all.

I had to check who was first. Today was going to be full of driving. I would be lucky if I don't fall asleep at the wheel at least once. There was a total of six of us. Excluding me and another British lad, there were four we needed to pick up. Ryan, Sean, Dylan and Damon all needed a ride back to mine. Ollie was able to make his way to mine on his own, and even has the possibility to pick up one of the lads on the way.

I booted up my computer in my office and waited for it to reach full capacity. I checked my carefully laid out Word document with all the times on it and realised Damon was first. He was arriving at Heathrow airport in two hours. I knew that he had to travel all the way from Australia so he must have been flying for hours before he reached us. I knew he was going to be jet-lagged to hell. I packed a few energy drinks, some snacks, my phone and phone charger, wallet and keys and headed out the door.

My 2013 Vauxhall Astra had treated me well for the last three months since I passed my driving test, but this was its first real challenge now. I played Figure's new album on the way to Heathrow airport and made sure I didn't fault or speed too much. After a one and three quarter hour car journey, I pulled into the pickup lane outside the airport and messaged Damon on Facebook to tell him that I was waiting outside in a Red Astra.

25 minutes later, a very weary familiar face emerged from the crowds pouring in and out of the airport entrance.

"Hey Cally!" I immediately got out of my car and greeted Damon.

"Sup Damon, my man! Finally get to meet you in person!" We exchanged a handshake, packed all his bags and we got ready to depart to the next destination.

Damon was a lad that lived in Australia and we all brought together by one common thing. YouTube Poops and the art of editing. For all those who are not as Internet-savvy as some of us, it basically means that there would be a video on the internet or as we refer to it, a source. And what we do is remix the video in various ways resulting in funny jokes, story sagas and even huge collaborations.

This hobby expands a lot of sources, such as Youtubers, old games, new cartoons and the sort. But there was one source in particular that I was involved in. Michael Rosen. He is a 69 year old author and children's laureate. In 2007, he filmed himself reading some of his poems and even acting them out. But that was the raw content. Sentence mixing wizards would come along and change his words up to make him go from a honest author to a Paedophile with a unhealthy obsession with plums.

Anyway, these videos are created by individual people called Poopers. Due to social networking and all focusing on one topic, a small group of people got to know each other and grew exponentially over the years. This eventually became what we know as The Michael Rosen Community, or as I knew it, The Community. But I became extremely close to five individuals. DrHotelMario, SeanKeogh1991, Mad Mothz, Damonater1234 and DylanCliff111.

We had Skype calls all of the time, and even created a series on YouTube where I would record us in the call and make a comedy episode out of it.

As the months went on, we all dreamed of meeting up and spending a few weeks with each other. Eventually, we were determined to finally fuel it and make it happen.

Me and Damon were sat in my Astra in the pickup lane when my hands free kit was wailing at me. The phone displayed Mothz was ringing me.

"That would be Ollie then." I chucked to Damon.

"This is Joe's funeral service. You kill 'em, we grill 'em. How may I help you?" I joked, only to hear Ollie laughing on the other end.

"Cally mate, how are ya?" Ollie said, cheerfully.

"Doing good fella, you almost on your way?" I asked.

"Just about to leave, I'm picking up Dylan and Sean from Bristol on the way, is that okay?" He replied.

"By all means mate, it saves me fuel and time! You got my address?" I said.

"Yeah buddy, I shall see you guys in a few hours! Later mate!" He said as the phone call ended.

Ollie was picking Dylan and Sean from Bristol airport, what a result. So I checked my phone for the time that Ryan was arriving in Gatwick, and he was a hour away.

"You'd better step on it Cally, I'm getting thirsty. I think you know what I mean." Damon joked, referencing Michael Rosen jokes.

I pulled out of the pickup lane and started our journey to Gatwick airport. If I survived all the driving, this was going to be a fortnight to remember. The whole journey to Gatwick, me and Damon were talking about plans for tonight and the few weeks that were going to follow. We all booked days off work, skipped school or college just so we could make this meet up, a reality. We knew if we didn't do this soon, we were going to run out of opportunities and it would never happen.

"So Cally, what's the plan once we are all in one place?" Damon asked me.

"For tonight? I seriously consider we all chill the fuck out. Grab a few casual beers, have a few rounds of Zombies, and get some rest. We're all gonna be absolutely fucked after all this travelling" I replied back.

"Sounds like a plan. I take it Friday night will be messy?" He said, getting excited.

"Aww mate, tomorrow night will be insane. We'll go on a pub crawl in a small town close to mine. I have got to warn you though, reaching pub ten will be a accomplishment." I boasted, because I have attempted it before, and I never made it past pub eight.

Finally, we reached Gatwick and we parked up and began the hunt for Ryan. five minutes later, we heard a familiar voice.

"Snaaaaaaans!"

Me and Damon glanced at each other, knowing who shouted that.

"Mario." We both said in unison.

Ryan, or 'Mario' as he is known to us, is another unique member of The Community. Joining around the same time as me, we became very close friends along with one other member, which was Sean. We scanned our surroundings and saw this figure staring at us with what looked like, the biggest rape face I have ever seen.

"Damon! Cally! We finally made it!" Ryan shouted as me and Damon ran towards him.

He looked like he had never seen anything, quite so amazing, in all his life. Ryan shook hands with us both and we helped him with his things towards the car. Ryan could barely contain his excitement and to be honest, me and Damon couldn't either. All the way back to the car, we were cracking jokes and quoting our favourite Michael Rosen YouTube Poops. We got to the car, packed Ryan's things, and jumped back in.

"Quiet lads, I need to call Ollie to see how he has got on." I said.

I dialled the number and waited for the response.

"Cally! How have you got on?" I heard from the other end.

"Great mate! I have Mario and Damon here with me! Just about to start my final drive home, you?" I replied with glee.

"Doing alright man, I've picked up Dylan, just waiting on Sean now. His flight got delayed by half an hour, so he'll be here soon." Ollie said.

"Alright dude, soon as you get him, get your asses to mine! We may even beat you home!" I laughed.

"You are on then buddy! See you soon!" Ollie replied.

"Later on mate!" I said as I hung up the call.

I turned towards Damon and Ryan to let them know.

"Guys, Sean's flight is slightly late, so now we're racing those three to get back home. How does that sound?" I told them.

Damon and Ryan easily agreed that we get a move on and beat them home. I pushed my Astra to the limit to get us home first, but also making sure that we didn't get pulled over or end up with a speeding ticket.

It was 11:27pm and I pulled into my driveway, only to see a sky blue Vauxhall Corsa in my space, with three dark figures stood beside it. The sight slightly spooked me, but I quickly figured out what had happened.

We lost the race.

"Fuck sake lads, we didn't make it. It's all your fault, Mario!" I joked as we got out of the car.

Stood there, was the other lads. Dylan, Sean and Ollie. Dylan and Sean were from Ireland and had to fly over, where as Ollie lived near Brighton and only had to drive up. All the lads shook hands with each other and they gathered all of their bags.

"Hope you lads enjoy the accommodation!" I shouted, as I opened the front door.

"It's fucking shite! I'm just joking babe, but I get your bed." Sean responded.

Sean was one of the original lads, which was me, Ryan and him. We got to know Dylan, Damon and Ollie after we banded together and got ourselves into The Community. Dylan was in the community since the beginning, being the one here with over five thousand subscribers under his belt. And Ollie was in the community before me, and was still growing rapidly. He became involved with us after we all banded together and before we knew it, we were all like a family.

We all poured into my front room and the lads got their bags unpacked and discussed sleeping arrangements. I went back down stairs and grabbed the cold six pack of beer I saved in the fridge for this occasion. Once they were finished, we all grabbed one each, and cracked it open. We all crashed on the sofa and turned the old school PS3 on and played World at War's Zombie Mode until the early hours.

Due to Damon being severely jetlagged, he had dropped off into a well needed sleep after two short games. Ryan was not far behind him, as they both spend over a total of 12 hours travelling. But me, Ollie, Sean and Dylan continued playing until we all finally decided to sleep at 4am, so we all headed to bed to get some rest. As I was wrecked from all the driving, I needed it. But they were finally all here. I turned out my light and drifted off.

I woke up first at 11am and headed downstairs to grab some breakfast and waited for the other lads to wake up. Ryan was the first to come downstairs.

"Morning Mario! How is your snans? Still sore?" I joked.

"It's really good. I still cannot believe that we are finally together man, this is gonna be so good!" Ryan replied, excitedly.

"I know man, but only if the lazy fucks will get their asses out of bed. So you up for that pub crawl tonight? It will be insane!" I said.

"Yeah boy! It's strange because you only have to be 18 to drink here!" He said gleeful, as he need to be 21 to drink in his home county of America.

"I know, it's sick. Want some breakfast? I got plenty to choose from." I told him, as I walked over to the cupboard and placed boxes of cereal on the breakfast bar. I made us both a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee.

We both finished breakfast and after I finished the washing up, watched the news like zombies until Dylan thudded downstairs and got himself a coffee.

"Mate, you coming out tonight? Because you fucking better be!" I shouted across the living room to the equally as zombified Dylan.

"Yeah, I'll be up for that. I just need to wake up first." He muttered, still half asleep.

The following sound was sure to wake him up.

"Oiiiiiii!" Sean shouted as he came downstairs.

"We all know who that is, don't we lads?" I responded.

"Of course you do! Now, where is my breakfast with bacon?" Sean said.

"It's in your ass. Feel free to have a hot drink and a bowl of cereal or some toast." I told him as my eyes were fixated on the news.

We decided to let Damon and Ollie sleep through the morning, and we just played a lot of video games until roughly 3pm. Once it hit 3pm, I decided we should start doing something productive.

"Right, time to get the lads up. And come to think of it, we should start getting ready to go out." I told everyone.

I went to get Damon up and Ryan went to go and get Ollie. I was surprised Damon wasn't up with us, as he is usually awake until the early morning.

"Get up, lazy arse! We got shots to down!" I laughed as I kicked the bed he was sprawled all over.

The only response I was met with was a few dissatisfied groans and he flipped over.

"Seriously dude, you need to get up!" I persisted.

I decided to rip the covers off Damon, to which he then proceeded to crawl across the floor, towards his suitcase without walking. I probably gave him the weirdest of looks. I let him get dressed and started to get ready myself.

By the time we were all ready, it was roughly 7pm. The lads that travelled over five hours were a little less jet lagged so that they could enjoy their night. We decided to get a taxi to the small town with the biggest pub ratio I have ever seen. I knew there was easily, over 15 pubs in this town. We all arrived in the first pub and began the pub crawl.

"So... How many pubs do you reckon we'll conquer tonight then lads?" Uttered Damon, between sips of the fresh, ice cold beer.

"Mate, I'll be pleased if we manage to get into the double figures. Probably not gonna happen though." I replied.

"Ten? Is that it? Me and Sean will be on double that! We have got Irish blood, remember?" Dylan joked.

"Yeah yeah, but don't come looking for me when you can't remember where I live," I replied, sarcastically.

Before we knew it, pint number one was gone and we needed another. So the pub opposite was next. And that pint went down even easier. Within the space of an hour, we were on pint number five. Due to us not really eating much before we headed out, it hit our empty stomachs and it all went to our heads. Well, I said all. Dylan and Sean were only half as drunk as us, due to experience in Ireland. My vision became slightly unfocused. Then I was not able to focus on anything.

As we got to pub eight, my walking started getting affected, along with everyone else. I do remember us all doing shots and then our last beer in pub 10, but then my memory escapes me after that point. There is a very distinct line between remembering and then full frontal amnesia. That was one such case.

Next thing I knew, me, Ryan, Damon and Ollie woke up in some sort of haunted house. Well, not haunted, but full of cobwebs, boarded windows, abandoned for years. And yet we had all crashed on the living room floor. Luckily it was warm outside or we may not have fared so well. My mouth was ridiculously dry and I had the worst headache. I rolled over to see two of the lads were missing. Dylan and Sean were not in the room we were in.

"Ugghh. Guys.... Guys wake up... Wait... Where...  The fuck is Dylan and Sean?" I muttered from my extremely hungover state.

"Huh... The fuck... Where are we?" Ryan replied, oblivious to my previous question.

"Ryan, where is Dylan and Sean?" I asked again slowly, knowing this time I would get a half sober answer at least.

"Oh shiiiiit. I don't know. Check your phone?" He said, with a worried undertone in his voice.

I patted my pockets to see if I even still had my phone. Luckily I did. Along with my keys and wallet. I pressed the home button on my phone. Black screen. Must have died on the night out. I didn't have my charger on me, and this place didn't look like it had power anyway.

"Guys, they're fine. I have shitloads of drunken texts from Dylan, the latest was only 45 minutes ago. So I am sure they are fine." Ollie shouted to us all, giving us all a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank fuck." I muttered, allowing my heart to calm down and stop beating a million beats a second. I reached further into my pocket and saw a crudely written receipt, for over three hundred pounds.

What the fuck did I buy for three hundred pound from some dodgy dealer in a dark ally, drunk as fuck? After I rolled my ass off the dusty floor, I discovered a package, badly wrapped in brown paper. It was three feet wide and five feet high. I picked it up and ripped it open as hard as I could.

"A FUCKING MIRROR!?" I screamed.

I was extremely angry. Three hundred pound of my money on a fucking mirror. The Range could have done me a cheap one for ten pounds.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Ollie shouted.

"Fucking hell..." I sighed in frustration.

"Mario, fucking destroy this thing and let's go home." I told him as I stormed off.

Ryan picked up the biggest plank of wood he could and threw it straight into the face of the mirror. But it never smashed. It went THROUGH the mirror. Not smashing into it. Like it was a watery surface.

Was I still drunk?

Probably, but even this, even I couldn't hallucinate what I just saw. Unless I was drugged.

"What the.... Actual fuck happened there!?" I uttered, not able to comprehend what just happened.

"No idea... Mario, throw something else in there!" Ollie shouted, just as surprised as I am.

Ryan continued to throw small objects into the mirror.

After 10 minutes of messing around with the mirror, which included pissing into it may I add, the still drunk Damon dared him to stick his hand into the mirror.

"Fuck... Really? Should I try it guys?" Ryan stammered, not sure in whether it was a good idea.

"Just stick your pinkie finger in there first. Then try your hand." Damon muttered.

I  knew Ryan wasn't going to take any banter he could not retaliate with, so he proceeded to slowly put his pinkie finger into the mirror. It rippled around the finger as he entered.

"Woah... it feels cold... But I don't feel wet. It's like slime..."

He continued to place his hand and then eventually until his elbow.

"Go all the way in!" Ollie joked.

But because Ryan was still half drunk, he stepped right in.

He was gone. Completely gone. The mirror rippled like water, but Ryan had completely fell inside. My heart stopped. I felt the colour from my face drain away.

"OH FUCK, GET HIM OUT!" I screamed.

Ollie jumped in first, followed by Damon and I was the last one to follow. I hit the surface of the mirror and it wrapped itself across the surface of my face, all down my body until it had consumed all of me. I can remember what happened, clear as day.

But the best way I can describe it, is like transcending time and space, while watching the ending to 2001: A Space Odyssey. Until there was a super bright light that took up all my vision. When I woke up... I saw nothing.

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