I open my eyes as the warm sun kisses my cheek. The sound of birds singing seems to almost drown out the noise of my neighbor's barking dog. Almost. Groggily, I turn over to my alarm clock '8 am', I think to myself. 'Well, time to get up'. I get out of bed and slide my feet into my slippers, appreciating the warmth within. I lift off my bed and stretch, all the while approaching my bathroom. 'Eh, I got the day off, time to break routine'. I leave my room and grab the mail key from a drawer in the hall. 'I'll get a taste of fresh air before I taste mint today'. I walk to the door and twist the knob to exit my home into a cozy, neighborhood setting. To the left lives, Ms. Williams, the widow; and to the right lives, The Myers. I head over to the mailbox on the edge of my lawn, in the center of an empty cul-de-sac. Inserting the key into Compartment 6, I opening it and to my surprise see a lone black envelope. All it says is my name... I grasp it as I begin to walk back to my home.
I head to the kitchen and set the key down. I hold the envelop at eye level "Tyler", in some shiny red ink, pretty rad. I unseal the envelope and open it, it's a Polaroid. I take it out and as soon as I do, I hear a faint whisper. Within this photo... It's a photo of me... Right now, as I stand in the kitchen. I jump and drop the photo, only to pick it up and find the image gone... What is this and who the hell sent it? I grab kitchen shears and cut the photo into pieces, fueled by rage and confusion. I run to the door and lock it, and stomp back to my room. I get back in bed and head to sleep, hoping to awake from this nightmare. Little did I know, the actions I have just done, have damned me to eternal darkness...
