( you yawned as you stretched your arms and legs, opening the blinds and squinting at the orange light coming over the horizon. it was another beautiful sunrise. you were the mother/father of a 7 year old child. you hear some noises out in the hall. that’s unusual, he usually wasn’t awake this early. )

( you sluggishly get out of bed, opening your bedroom door and looking around. you call out your sons name, no response. the bathroom door creaks behind you, and you turn. it was your son… was it..? )

( a dog-like pale and skinny figure slowly emerges from the darkness, having long black hair that obscures its face. it’s hidden face looks at you. it wasn’t your son. )