As the light begins to fade in to the darkness he shouts one more time " Hey

wait, please, help me" but no one replies. He picks him self up again and chases the

light.But as the light begins to fade, the fear sits in, he trembles and begins to run

faster.  But he suddenly stops hitting a nail on the wall. " Son of a ___" he scream,

looking down his feet are covered in blood from running on broken glass.  He looks

up tries to see if he can see that little light that resembles a man, but he sees

nothing.  The darkness all around him, barely able to see his own two hands.  He

begins running forgetting about the glass on the floor, the pain in his arm.  He

suddenly reaches a door, a door which the light seems to disappeared with in it.  He

looks at the door, it seems so familiar as if he has opened the door and walked

through it  many times before.  The nub seems to be made out of gold, old and

punctured but still gold.  He turns the nub, but it wont turn it seems locked. He tries

to use his other hand but still cant turn it.  Suddenly he hears that voice again

saying "can you help me, can you help me" the voice sounds so familiar now like he

has heard the voice some time ago. Frighten he begins to bang his body against the

door so he can maybe loosen the nub.  Before he knows it, the door opens, he

quickly runs inside slaming the door behind him. Breathing heavily, and sweating,

after struggling to open the door, he thought to himself  "Could it be, is this

actually real" but what he sees around seems so much more like a horrible dream

than anything he ever seen in his life.

       As he takes his first few steps inside he feels a lightly breath of cold air hitting

him theface.  He looks around for where the cold air might be coming from, but he

realizes that in this room there is window frames but nothing behind it other than

the wall. As he walks around the room he notices that its a bedroom he just walked

in to, there is few closets around, a twin bed room in the corner of the room.  He

gently walks toward the lamp in the corner and turns it on. He clinches his eyes, as

he has been in the dark for so long that the light actually is burning his eyes.  As he

tries open his eyes slowly, he sees a open drawer on the nightstand from the slight

opening of his eyes. There was something shinning inside of it.  He pulls the drawer

open, and all of a sudden he screams and jumps back as a large group of moths

come burbling out of the drawer. As he steps back scared and shocked, he slips and

falls onto the ground on his wounded arm, he twists and turns as the pain is so

excruciating as he faces the floor.  As soon as he opens his eyes after the pain is

slightly less now, he realizes that the bedroom's wooden floor is covered with

blood.  Right then he thinks that his eyes are playing a games with his because of

the change of light, so he tries to rub his eyes and it might disappear.  After a while

thinking to hims self while rubing his eyes, what if it doesnt disappear what well i

do, and slowly terrified that it might not be as he wishes, he moves his hands from

his face to just see as everything is back to normal and the floor has nothing on it,

than him laying down scared and terrified of what he saw.