This afternoon, whilst I was sitting on my bed, a voice called out to me from the unassuming closet across the room. It spoke in a broken and raspy tone that made the hairs on my body stand at attention. I was frozen with fear, not because the voice spoke to me, but because the voice I heard was my own. Distorted, sure, but mine all the same. A throaty growl began to rumble through the air, it seemed to come from everywhere. I quickly covered my ears and squeezed my eyes shut and outwardly began to squeal "this isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't-" The closet door exploded open with enough force to throw it from it's hinges but instead left the doors hanging neatly in place in full open position. A figure could be seen standing in the darkness, somehow darker than blackness that surrounded it... Squinting my eyes to get a better look, I lean forward unknowingly as the figure took a...