It's late one Saturday night and you're home by yourself having just binge watched several of your favorite scary movies. Now however, alone in the dark the films seem to have taken root in your mind and a general feeling of unease settles over you. Every shadow seems sinister, every creak and shift in the house some unknown threat.

You make your way into the kitchen to find something to snack on, knowing a treat would make you feel much calmer and it isn't until you pass the open basement door that you're unnerved all over again. You peer down into the darkness at the bottom of the stairs, the only blackness seeming almost liquid and much thicker than it should have been given that the hall light was on.

"Hey King, are you single?"

You say jokingly, knowing there's nothing in the dark to answer you. It was a stupid meme, a joke to calm your nerves as you went to pull the door closed and head to bed. However, to your abject shock and horror a voice, layered voices answer your question from the bottom of the stairs.

"No, we are many."

The whispered phrase sweeps over your ears and down your spine like long chilly fingers and your knuckles go white with the grip you have on the doorknob. There's a noise on the stairs then, the faintest sound of wood creaking under significant weight.