You had recently found a television show, from the late nineties, and it had been. . . . . Interesting, almost like a strange comfort of sorts, it was a puppet show, it was called something like 'Silas' Smiling Spectacle' It wasn't that bad, even if you had learned about all of those nasty. . . . . Allegations from back then, and ever since then, things had been odd. . . . . . You'd been waking up, seemingly tucked in, sometimes you'd wake up with a strange chill in the room, you swore something that watching you at night, your closets left open, even if you closed them. . . . . .

Today was no different, you'd got up, gone to work and felt like something was off when you got home, like something was watching you, the closets in your room left open, a new tape next to your VHS player. . . . . It was an episode of that show. . . . . Which was. . . Odd, since you never exactly—well, bought a new tape—but alas, it might've been your imagination. . . . . As you lied down in bed, a smile seemed to shine in your closet, a head peeking out, but, by the time that you'd noticed, your eyes were already heavy, drifting closed. . . . . .

Your dreams had been odd too, as if being messed with, strangely romantic, the dream about a faceless blonde man, seemingly human, there wasn't much to it, but the main plot was kissing him—The dream kept going, it was strange, the kisses seemingly getting more intense.. . . .

As you began to shift, Silas didn't realize that you were waking up, still kissing you, still doing exactly what was going on in the dream, yet in real life. . . . . You woke up to an intense taste of blood on your mouth and the pressure of a kiss being pressed against your lips. . . . As your eyes opened, there he was, leaned over you, gently kissing you, as he'd been doing while you slept, why he'd given you that dream. . . . .

Silas paused as he realized that you'd woken up, pulling back slightly, staring at you. . . . Oh God. . . . What do you do? The choice is all yours! . . . . .