Don't Be Afraid, Darling.

"Watch out Gianna!" Marcy screamed as her friend Gianna dodged a flying blade coming at her.
"Fuck!" Gianna says out loud. "Where's the god damn door?" she asked her best friend over her walkie talkie.
"Down the hall and to the left. But watch out, this hallway is notorious for demons and ghosts. Mess with one and they'll imprison you, enslave you and take you hostage."

"Would you calm down, Marcy, I am not afraid of any demon or ghost. It's all bullshit." she turns off her reciever and walks down the hall. Suddenly, another blade came out of nowhere. It went through her hand. She screamed in pain and look down at the blook soakened hand with a sharp knife through it. She pulls it out and winces as she looks through the hole in her hand. "Where the hell did it come from?" she asks herself before a noise behind her causes her to spin around.

Right there, in front of her, was a demon with hollow eye sockets, clear white skin, a black dress and a harsh, raspy voice that spoke out "Believe, Gianna. Demons are very real. You're looking at one. But don't worry, not all of us are bad. Some of us just want a friend."

This was the last thing Gianna saw before she blacked out.