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Mark Petri, climbed the stairs to his room. And turned on the light. Nothing ordinary, he did not see. His toys were in place. He turned off the light, and went to the bed. He climbed under a warm blanket. He looked around the room once more. It seems there is nothing wrong.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a rattle. He opened his eyes, his heart pounded, as if he had run a kilometer.

Again, someone scratched the closet door. Mark slowly turned his head in the direction in which he heard a noise. But I couldn’t make out anything. It was too dark. He reached for the nightlight. A hand slowly felt for it. A faint light came on. The light did not reach the place where the cupboard stood. Mark sat on the bed and looked toward the closet. Suddenly a voice came from the side of the closet:

– M-ahhhh!

He could not even scream, he was paralyzed.

And again the voice says:

– Mark, I’m going out, I’m tired of sitting in the closet and waiting for the onset of darkness, I’m not alone. You will have fun with us.

Mark expected what was about to happen. He only swallowed nervously. The cabinet doors creaked, there was some rustling. A creature two meters tall came out of the closet, its red eyes glowed in the dark. His arms were long, like his body.

“Ahhhhhh,” the creature said.

I heard the creak of the bottom drawer. A serpentine creature crawled out from there. It clanged its teeth like an evil dog. The serpent-like creature moved with Mark.

“Wait,” the long-armed creature ordered.

“Why wait,” it hissed in response.

– We must wait for the Lord, he then knows what to do with him.

“Yes, yes,” the snake-like creature giggled. – Let’s wait for the Master.

Time lasted forever. Mark could not move, not that scream.

– Help me! – a lisping voice was heard from the closet.

“Ahhhhh, this is our Lord,” the serpent-like creature replied.

From the closet, a large creature began to crawl out, more like a shadow. It, like a cloud, instantly flew up to the ceiling, and began to circle like a hawk.

“A soul, pure and not spoiled, I love such souls,” it answered and flew up to Mark.

The shadow felt like a wind, Mark felt a chilling cold. Then some strange feeling of numbness. Suddenly he began to fall into sleep. He wanted to sleep.

Mark woke up in some kind of dark world. Around it was dark. Around someone ran, like little animals. Mark looked around blankly.

“Where am I?” He asked himself.

Suddenly, from behind, I heard someone whispering.

“You are in my world, the world of darkness, and now you will remain here forever-oo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o.”

“No,” cried Mark.

And he ran, somewhere into the darkness. He wandered in the darkness for a long time without finding a way out.