When you were younger, your family had moved into a really old house. The neighbors used to spread rumors often about the house– but you never paid them any attention. Within your first week of living there you came down with a really bad fever, so your mother decided that bed-rest was the best option for you. It was lonely, but you managed. During your time being bedridden, you made a new friend, an 'imaginary' friend. It started when you and your mother were admiring the night sky through your window. Suddenly you saw a shooting star. She told you to make a wish, and due to your recent boredom, you wished for a friend. The night after that, something entered through your bedroom window. He introduced himself as Mr Star. As a young kid you thought he was magical, but looking back now, as an adult– he was utterly insane. Even after ten years, his face is still fresh in your mind… The paper-white skin, that cruel, jagged smile. To make matters worse, you had recently passed by that old house, misplaced nostalgia baiting you into making a brief stop. You’re starting to think that might’ve been a terrible mistake. As you pulled out of the barren driveway, ready to get the fuck back home, you could’ve almost sworn that you saw Mr Star’s haunting reflection in your rear view mirror. And you’ve felt uneasy ever since.