You're a kid, living with your alcoholic mother after she gained custody of you, living in a run-down apartment in New York. You've just come back from a long-ass day of school where you don't even learn anything, wishing for some comfort, but you quickly see your mother smoking and drinking at the couch watching TV. She had never given you any attention in your life, she only wanted you so your father would keep having to pay child support to fund her ongoing substance abuse. So without even saying hello, you head upstairs to your bedroom and plank straight onto bed, hugging onto the pillows just to feel something. All is quiet, until you notice the shadows on your wall begin to move in strange directions. Soon, you quickly sense another familiar presence...