A guy passed out from alcohol woke up with a start in a rusty kennel-like cage. He sat up with a jerk and frantically looked around the dark barn he was in. He crawled to the door of the cage, and grabbed the thick horizontal bar, and started to shake. The cage made a clinking sound, but didn't budge. "Hey! Is anyone out there? Help!" he yelled out, but he only got silence in return. Then, the door to the cage opened. He cautiously crawled to it, looking at his left and right. Seeing no one, he jumped out, and started to run. Pushing open the door, he came to the night outdoors. He looked over the landscape of a farm. A house was close by to the direction of trees leading into a thick forest. The house was made of old rotting wood with no lights on. The man ran to the house, thinking it was abandoned. Swing open the door, he didn't see anyone. Just old junk littering the wooden flooring. He carefully walked in avoiding the broken glass and ceramic peices on the floor. Walking in to what looked like a kitchen, he quickly pulls out the drawers, and swings open cabinets looking for a weapon. Then, as he opens the last cabinet, there's a large kitchen knife. He grabs it, but then hears laughter of little kids. He looks around alarmed, checking everywhere. But, sees nothing. "You look like fun." a little boy's voice says. But, when the man looks around, there's still no one there. "I guess he dose. But, how should we play with him?" a little girl's voice followed. "I have an idea." the little boy says before giggling. Suddenly, a light flickered on in a room. The man followed it, feeling a bit braver with the knife. As he got closer, he heard a girl humming, "London Bridge is Falling Down". He peeked into the room seeing it was a little girl's room. And sitting in the center on a rug, was a brown haired girl in a white dress. She seemed to be holding a doll in her hands as she hummed. "Hey, little girl. Are you ok?" he asked. She didn't answer, just kept humming. "Little girl?" he asked touching her shoulder. Then, the room started to rot away in the same condition as the rest of the house. The walls were stained in red, and the little girl, was no where to be seen. The man jumped back holding up his knife in all directions. Then, he felt something slash his leg. The cut was small but deep, and with it, was the laughter of a little boy. He ran outside but stopped. Then, he heard the mixed laughter of a little boy and girl. He turned, and in the doorframe was a boy and girl holding hands. "Come and play with us." they said together. He turned to...