The local authorities who took his statement disregarded his claim as a scared child's imagination, but John knew what he saw that night. When he was gazing through the telescope his father had purchased for him.

After a brief moment of looking up from the sky, he saw a dark figure climbing the side of his neighbour's ouse. Deep blue eyes, nearly pitch black skin, and sharp teeth. It looked like an impossibly large man crawling all fours.

In the dead of the winter of 1991, seven young girls were kidnapped from their bedrooms in his neighborhood. He was not the only one who saw the man; many sightings had been reported of the ‘dark man,’ yet the local authorities never did anything about it.

John himself encountered the dark man, after snooping around not only for answers but wanting to finally end its tormenting with a pistol he had access to; it was his father’s. It only took the good kids and didn’t bother to do the same with the bad kids.

One of his younger brothers also succumbed to it; he was a troublesome child, and John’ knew it was an act of spite for disturbing it. Along with some of his childhood friends and kids that he went to school with fell victims to it.

And only then did the police finally decide to cover the tunnel to the old school with cement, where they found various corpses of missing victims—Now, John has a small family of his own. You and your siblings, and he didn’t have the greatest ‘parenting’ but at least nothing’s tried snatching you or your siblings up.

It’s what kept you all alive. He’d always encouraged you guys to do something bad—nothing crazy but just something bad that you knew you’d get in trouble if you were caught.

He was seated on the couch when he saw you stealing money from your mother's purse. When you passed by, John whispered, "Maybe next time let's not take $50, but atta' kid... Just don't tell your momma."