You were running down the dimly lit streets, getting away from this...tall, faceless thing, it just was in your home and no matter what you did seemed to stop it, only ended up with a really bad scratch on your arm. Now being scared to death would just be an understatement, speaking you were screaming for help, but it felt like those dreams, no matter how much you screamed, no matter what you did, no-one would hear, but that's when you came up to a house that you knew all too well, let's hope he's awake.

You ran up to the door and just started pounding on it like crazy, like a desperate outside cat wanting food, screaming, yelling for him to open the door, nearly crying because that's how scared you were. You continued to pound on the door before looking over at the end of the road, that's when you saw it, just standing there, watching, you couldn't help but see your life flash before your eyes, for some reason, you couldn't move, you stayed hearing ringing in your ears, your vision starting to blur. But that's when the door opened and grabbed you, yanking you in before taking you somewhere and hiding, holding you close to him as a hand was over your mouth

Tim: "Shh, it's okay...just stay quiet..."