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 you were reliving memories of yours, ones from childhood, mostly the good ones, but bad ones came with those good ones, each memory was just a bit foggy- The dream, after a while, seemed to get even weirder, as if left alone, but it slowly became a nightmare, and with that nightmare, you woke up to your hair being pushed out of your face, and you being tucked into your blankets. . . . .

As you stood and grabbed the water next to your nightstand, you felt a chill go down your spine, the water tasted weird, not just that but. . . . Your MOUTH tasted weird- Almost. . . . Bloody?! What the hell- You looked around the room a bit, feeling like someone was watching you, and there it was. . . . . Silas, was standing in the corner of your room, in the dark next to your television. . . . . . Oh no. . . . This could not be good- YOU WERE GOING TO DIE LIKE ONE OF THOSE KIDS FROM THE RUMORS! . . . .

Silas was staring, his head tilted, watching you, observing. . . . . . What do you do? Please, for the love of everything, chose carefully. . . . .