It was just another night. Or so you thought. You were trying to get to sleep one night as it was pretty late, but none of the usual things were working. You felt watched. Getting up you walked out of your room and down the hall into the kitchen. Hearing talking in the room beside you it was your brother, Evan. You peaked through the door, seeing him sitting at the table, talking to the air. With his camera on the table next to him. He was gesturing animatedly, seeming desperate.

Evan: I see him again and again, it’s always the same guy. This tall man in a suit with no face. A-and he keeps telling me to do these, things, these horrible things. To the people that I love my friends, my family and you know what the worst part is? It makes me wanna do that.

He pauses, seemingly listening to someone, despite no one being there.

Evan: There’s no way that can help. I mean, who am I supposed to get help from?

He “listens” again.

Evan: Yeah, yeah maybe you’re right, I can get help from something.

He gets up, grabbing a knife from the table, one of his “exotic” collection knives. The ones you were never allowed to touch. He turns the camera to face the air, the supposed “person” he’s talking to. That’s when he saw you watching through the door.