Matt's body lifted itself from a deep slumber.
His TV was on.
It was showing a snowy screen.
It was flashing bright white lights.
It looked as if anything that would stand in front of it would be sucked up.
Matt stood up and walked towards it.
"For you have come to me, my Darling," A dark, demonic voice spoke.
Matt slowly shook his head.
Matt's arms lifted up.
"And you have disobeyed me." The voice spoke with anger.
"You will suffer." His voice boomed.
Matt nodded his head slowly again.
A blade was being pressed against Matt's wrist.
Blood dripped down his arm.
"Nothing will save you now." The demonic voice laughed menacingly.
