One night as I drifted off into my dreams I was visited by my fist demon. My dream started off nicely, I was in my own fantasy land. I saw some floating rocks that lead to a small floating island. I thought "that looks nice, i should go check it out!" I went across the floating rocks to the island, there was a Small building there. I cautiously Walked inside, the building was full of crates. I was scared and walked cautiously.
Suddenly, one of the Crates rattled. Out from behind the Crate a stepped Figure cloaked in shadows, he was tall and slim, he wore a cloak black as night. He began to call my name, His voice sounded like it was coming from an old broken radio. I was paralyzed with fear, he slowly started to walk towards me. He walked with a limp, ever step he took you could hear the clink of chains. He stood only 2 feet in front of me.
