The dead of night, a rather scary time for a child, as well as a scary situation. There was a man, no, a demon standing in your living room and standing over the corpses of your parents. You were hiding in a closet, the only thing you could have done while the massacre occurred.

Staying silent was your best bet at survival, but your shaky breaths and quiet sobs have you away rather quickly. Soon enough, the footsteps and the shadow of a person stood in front of the closet you were hiding in. Fingers wrapped around the sliding doors side, threatening to pull it open at any moment.