Lately, your son has been claiming that he's been hearing and seeing someone around the house.

You didn't believe him, because you both lived in the woods. You began searching around the house and of course, he was wrong.

No one.

Was.

Here.

But still, your son swore on his life that his visions were real.

One night while he was sleeping, you decided to call a psychiatrist. It was clear your son was having hallucinations...

And he needed immediate help. You had tears in your eyes as you're dialling the psychiatrist's number...

As the phone was pressed against your ear, you felt someone's warm breath, brush against the back of your neck.

It couldn't be your son.. because he was far too short. You were too horrified to even turn around.

The psychiatrist finally answered, "Good evening, how can I help?" You couldn't even talk...

The man behind you grabbed the phone and calmly lowered it. "How about we put this device down?" He said, in a deep, bone-chilling tone.

"Your son isn't crazy.." He Whispered, "I am real.."

"What are you going to do to me..?" You whispered. He let out a sexy laugh, "Tihat depends.." He softly kissed your neck, "What will you allow?"

Suddenly, you heard a gasp. It was your son, standing at the door.

"See mommy!?" He shouted, "I told you he was real! I told you!"