The room was pitch blackness. A boy sat in the utmost darkest corner, even though it seemed not to be. He sat there in silence, afraid of his own voice to awake the monsters of his life. Everywhere voices could be heard, calling him, crying, screaming in the eternal black. The boy just sat there, shaking slightly. He felt lonely.. depressed and saddened. What has his world come to? Lightning struck, the flash revealing a bloody scene in the room. A woman and a man where lying on the floor, blood was smeared all over the floor. The boy stared at what used to be his parents. Why had he done it? Slowly he got up and walked past his parents to the door. He stopped and looked back slowly. Another flash. The boy turned and walked slowly out of the room. He closed the door and locked all the monsters inside it. He walked down the steps, dragging a knife along the way with him. The world was dead, as was he. Was he?

Sitting on the front steps of his little suburbian house, the boy cried, pressing the blade against his arm lightly. He had to be dreaming.. Why else would the monsters stay away if not a dream? Flash.. The boy froze and looked up slowly, a man was standing before him. He was tall, pale, lanky and had red eyes. Most peculiar he was... The man held out his hand down towards the boy and smiled. The boy eyed him up cautiously but took his hand. The man held the boy close and dissapeared, leaving only smoke and fog behind.