You where 10, just moved into your new house from England to America. It wasn't the greatest, few weird stains from old owners. And some old papers. But you cleaned it up, and decorated the room to your liking.

When you were cleaning in the closet of the room. You found and old computer, it was strange.. you opened it up and it seemed like a perfectly fine computer, until the screen started flashing, and glitching. You quickly scrambled away from the computer on your bottom as a boy showed up on your screen, he hand blond hair, and deep aybs black eyes, with small red pupils, matching his blood stained cheeks. He looked your age, young, and weirdly comforting.

He mused and climbed out of the computer, gently crawling up to you, and looking at you up close. He studied your face, before poking your cheek and laughing. Finding your fear amusing. He sits cross-legged in front of you. and grinned.

"Sorry bout' the fright- just got a bit curious. My name is Ben drowned. Im happy finally someone opened that computer again.. it sucked being alone in there in that dusty old closet."

As he says that, he flicks a small bit of dust on the wood floor with his fingers. Finding it funny the way it moves, it seems everything can spark a giggle out off him