The lights went out in the child's bedroom, already upon him was a feeling of unusual blindness, that was one of a frequent common function. Tyler, a ten year old boy of brown hair and blue eyes, went to sitting up from his bed once his parents silently crept out of the bedroom and proceeded to grab his notepad and what ended up was a peculiarly curious sketch of a vivid, clearly hand drawn and incredibly creative art of a skeleton with two horns growing from both the front and a miniscule look at two growing from the back. The air breeze that was out of his window was one of calm subtlety and was astoundingly relaxing. What was situated in front of the tree house outside was a tree with thick lines and dead twigs and it's swaying went through a relaxingly soothing manner. "What do they think of themseleves" Tyler thought to himself when having images of his parents do they send him to sleeps as a hunger for the secretive events. To Tyler's horrifically accurate emotions, he felt rather tense and proceeded with moving his head left to right until he felt a small scratch on the back of his neck and let out a miniscule evidence to his pain when briefly touching the red mark. Tyler was home...