Johnny was staring at me, then he grinned. I threw him a questioning look, slightly puzzled.

"Dan, don't ya worry! The doc over there says ya only got slight head damage. Might cause ya to hallucinate a bit." I opened my mouth, and found i could speak again.

"What happened...?" John pulled up a chair and sat down, a hand tucked under his chin. I narrowed my eyes.



I sat on the ground in my room, unable to go to sleep. The moon cast long shadows across the room, causing the wardrobe and the bed to look like looming creatures whom had come to take me.

Father had not come home either. I waited and waited for what felt like hours. They did not come home.

The first rays on sunlight flooded into the shadowed room, and I glanced up. How


I went home with John that day. He said something about doing homework or something...anyways, he was curious to see the blue mansion up close. I think he had gathered all his courage, because he was shaking noticeably when we neared the mansion.

I told him to go home at the front steps. He looked like he might pass out or burst into tears at that point. Of course, as stubbo


I got through most of the day with Johnny nagging at me and tagging along. He was good company to have, though. Made me laugh quite a bit.

At lunch, i grabbed a tray and got some hamburgers. Johnny was right behind me ( of course), and he got fries. I stared, dumbfounded.

"Aren't you eating anything else?" The question seemed to knock him off guard, and he almost dropped


"Dan! Come on!" It was Rosalyn's voice, no doubt. I let out a sigh and got up. I kind of felt relieved that i didn't need to stay home all the time. Yeah, i know. I am insane to want to go to school willingly.

But i was willing to do anything to get away from that blasted place. From those nightmares.Trust me, if you were me, you would like school too.

I hurriedly threw


As i helped dad put the boxes inside, i looked around. Inside the house was wooden, with a flight of stairs leading to the second floor. To the right was a massive kitchen, and the living room.

The furniture was already there, surprisingly. Happy we didn't need to buy furniture, I put down the last box, rubbing my hands together to get the dust off. It was time to explore.


Something doesn’t feel right. I can see it now, creeping into my room. It always does. I told myself it was a dream, that it was not real. I wish I was right.

I look to the corner of the doorway, which is blanketed in shadows of my nightlight. It is creeping over slowly, glancing at me with its strange eyes- and then, darkness.

I wake up in cold sweat and glance around wi


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