With a sigh you climb out of bed and stumble to the open window in your room that awoke you from the world of dream. A chill runs down your spin as you shake the feeling of being watched off. Mr. Koto Masayuki’s manor isn’t so lovely at night when you’re the only one there. Quickly you head back to your bed only to be brought from you thoughts by the sound of a child’s laughter. The laughing and the urge to answer your over active imaginations fear leads you to the door of Mr. Masayuki’s Study. Slowly you push the door open and step into the small cold room. Your eyes lock onto the source of the noises that brought you out of your room. With a chuckle you turn off the tape recorder on the desk next to the rose. Your mind is too relived to ask how it got turned on in the first place and your curious eyes can’t help but glance around the room. Your eyes find a large picture of a small boy holding a stuffed animal with a big grin. You assume its Alex Masayuki, Mr. Masayuki’s son who died a few years back. You put your hands on the wall to get a better look, blissfully unaware of the bloody hand prints that cover the lower wall below the picture. With a smile and a yawn you turn to leave the room never noticing the shadow of another person in the room. Quickly you return to your bed unknowing it might be your last night alive… Back in the study young Alex Masayuki steps out of the shadows and glance up and the picture of himself. He begins to giggle as he takes out the same knife that took his life from him. No one knows how he died but your about to find out. The only thing that can save you now is morning, and it’s going to be a long night…I wonder if you’ll survive.
–Shinji Matsuto
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