"Let's go, now!" I Screamed, staring at the figure of his best friend as they stood in the old ruins of the meeting house. Perhaps an old meeting house, a clubhouse, the purpose of the mysterious shack was unknown to us as we screamed in terror.

Deeper we were pulled in, the black void tearing at our clothing, flailing our hair as we struggled.

"Don't let go!" My voice yelled, shrill and terrified. My voice, but not me.

"I've got you" the small red haired boy called to me, holding my hand and keeping his grasp on the old beat up floor. " Friends don't let friends die," he said, barely audible above the shrill sound of the supernatural force, tearing at us both. I looked into his eyes, but they weren't his. That wasn't my friend. Come to think of it, there was no luke, the last time I saw him was 10 years ago.

"You- you're not" I whimpered, feeling my grip lessen on instinct.

"Friends don't let friends die." His voice came warped and echoing, filling the room, distorted and terrifying. "What's wrong, Connor? You don't want to play?" It asked tauntingly. "But we all play together this time" it said, the features of my old friend began warping until unrecognisable, a black blur of shadows and unhuman features.

It looked me dead in the eye, making my blood turn to ice in my veins. I felt myself being thrown back into the vortex, the last thing in my sight being the hideous black eyes...