My family moved into our new home on the 28th of December. This happened to be my birthday, which made everything from that day on even more sucky. But I digress.

My mom called me over. "Come take a look. I think you might enjoy this room." I looked in. The room was painted a deep purple (my favorite color), with gold stars sporadically dotting the walls. It was largish room, square, and it had dark brown baseboards on all sides. I nodded. "I'll take it!" were my exact words. I started unpacking that night.
I woke up at around one in the morning to see a boy in my closet. He was about my age, thirteen, and looked mostly normal. Dirty blond hair, freckles, and a smug grin were all I could make out, with the exception of his eyes. His dark, red eyes that literally glowed in the...