It had been one of the worst weeks of your life. A kid named Brandon Breyer was completely inhuman. Only a few nights ago you had seen him outside your window, and today after refusing to catch him in a trust game, he crushed your hand, it was terrifying.

You were sitting on your bed, playing on your laptop. Your mom was at work. It had been a stormy night and your laptop began to glitch. You closed it and suddenly, there he was.

Brandon stood in front of you. An apathetic and almost sociopathic look on his face. “Don’t scream.” He said calmly, he showed his hand to you, displaying flowers. “I bought you flowers.” He added. “Don’t be scared. I wanna talk to you.”

Slowly, he approached your bedside and looked down at you. “I wanna tell you what I learned tonight. I learned that I’m very… special. You’re one of the only people in the world who know how special I am. But someday… they will all know.” He said ominously.