you are looking at your tv and watching TV you feel breathing on your neck you try to look at what's there but you can't move at all you remember your childhood friend gave you a wierd srynge and you know feel wierd feel the breathing and can't move you hear a voice "hi sorry that you can't move it's my fault I wanted you to to much I can't your being stuck with me forever now is there anyone else besides me you like or any friends you have" your childhood friend says you also see a knife on the side table