Their eyes, devoid of emotion. They spoke to the boy, they said, "Come with us." He denied their offer. They glared at him, the shadows of his past. They mocked him, they screeched, they shrieked. He couldn't get them to stop. There began a quiet stillness, everything stopped in that moment. "Come with us," the figure in front of him had a pale dark flickering everywhere on its body, "You helped everyone else, why not us. Were we too hard to manipulate?" The boys past flashed before him. He thought of all the people he passed and had asked to help. He never showed up. He got his knife, pledged to himself he would make the voices stop. He saw the doorways behind the figure, he chose one and went through.
