it was past midnight. the driveway of the house was silent... you get out of bed hearing a strange noise outside. opened the door, you see a boy smoking under the street lamp. he had wavy hair, brown but with the tufts at the front being a dirty red. he was thin and slender and dressed w/ low-waisted, ripped and consumed baggy jeans. he turned to you slowly, without speaking. a shiver ran down your spine. his mouth was dripping with fresh blood.