1 - A Venture Out Into Darkness
The touch of the cold leather couch made the boy shiver to the touch. He pulled the blankets over him for warmth as to counteract the cold. The room was large yet separated from the rest. The thick fiberglass door made for a perfect distinction between the old car garage that previously made its stay in the room. The room was filled with windows on three of the four walls. At night you could see nothing but pure, endless black from inside. The boys mother always planned to purchase curtains for the newly formed room, but as time went on it became lost in translation along with many other things. Alone in the room sat only the boy, tall and blonde, with two greenish blue eyes. He sat and watched his television as the day quickly turned to night. His gaze slowly began to fade as he drifted into a deep slumber while the sounds of fighting and dragons emerged from inside the TV. He woke abruptly from his slumber, unaware of the world around him. As he regained his senses, his bearings began to return as well. He now remembered what had happened and why he found himself alone on the leather couch. He turned off the television and nothing but silence filled the air as the boy began to make his way to his room. And then there was a knock at the door. Not loud, but just powerful enough to cause him to stop dead in his tracks. He stood cemented to the ground for minutes that felt like hours to the frightened boy. Right as he began to continue on his way to the old fiberglass door, he heard another knock. Once again he waited in fear of what lie outside. He picked up the pencil on the table next to him as he crept towards the glass door on the other side of the room, leading only to darkness and the trees. As he stood with his hand on the knob his heart raced out of his chest. The door creaked as he opened it. He peeked his head outside the door and looked around the darkness as his fear continued to grow. Acorns fell from the trees, mimicking the sounds of knocking at the door. His fear began to shrink now as he took his first step outside. As he walked he saw a faint light in the trees. He made his way towards the light, pencil in hand. He approached it slowly, with tension throughout every inch of his body, causing his legs to tremble as the fear returned. He made his way around a tree and saw nothing but a simple firefly illuminating the darkness that was the world outside his house. He turned and made his way back to the glass door. As he neared closer to the door, he began to notice something unsettling. The lights were now out in the room. He could no longer see through the windows, only black. He made his way to the door when his heart almost exploded in his chest. Now frozen in place, he saw something in the window, far into the darkness of the room. A face, alone, standing there looking out at him. Until suddenly, it was gone and it was only darkness in those woods and in that room. That was the last thing that the boy saw that night...the last thing he saw before he died.