I was just a little boy when my parents disappeared into the darkness. You might be wondering what I mean by darkness well' I call it that because I don't like to use the word death because I know there not dead. My name is Timothy I'm 9 years old soon to be 10 I have nice dark brown eyes and straight brown hair 'my mom used to say that it reminded her of the trees' That always made me smile when she told me that. before my mom disappeared into the darkness I was in my room looking at the moon like I do every night before getting ready for bed. Every night my mom comes upstairs to kiss me good night well she used to do before she started leaving every night I don't know where she go's but i don't think its a good thing. I remember how she used to say that she would never lie to me and always be there well lies are one thing always being here is another. I always Knew when she was lying to me because she would look at me with that face of disappointment. You might be thinking well how did your parents die well some thing are kept away for another time. The night was long and lonely in my room were i always stay when mom leaves for the night. As hours go by I wait and wait for her to come but that night she didn't it was 3:43 in the morning my eyes were bagging and I started to drift of into a dream but as soon and I close my eyes I here a soft whisper coming from my door which is always a crack open. As the voice got louder I knew that it was not my mom that voice was cracky and unclear I could never think of what it could be only how unsettling its voice sound I couldn't see its face only darkness. The creatures Voice became lower and more settling for me to understand All that went throw my mind was what it came from and why it here After thinking for a little I asked the strange thing why are you here I murmured. The strange creature Didn't answer Just ignored me.
