"There it is again!" Little Johnny thought to himself as he slowly backs away from the middle of the room in to his bed, quickly sliding inside the covers. It was just past midnight when Little Johnny was awaken from his slumber by a noise coming from outside his window. "Psst!" a shadowy figure softly calls in through the window. Little Johnny tries to make out of the figure, its silhouette broken by the window blinds drawn for the night. "I need your help! I can give you anything you desire!" the voice softly speaks.
Little Johnny trembles in fear as the shadow seemingly becomes larger as it slowly creeps in through the top crack of the blinds, crawling up to the ceiling as if it's readying itself to jump down unto Little Johnny. "I've been watching you sleep, you know?" the figure informs Little Johnny as it taps the glass on the window. "Tap. Tap." "I've been watching you for a while now. Let's go fly out to a place away from here. There will be toys and candies and only good little children are welcome there!"
"Who are you?" asked Little Johnny as he hesitantly reaches for his baseball bat leaning on the table right next to his bed. "I'm a friend but you can never tell your parents about me. Can you keep a secret?" the voice replied. "I just want to play. I'm not going to hurt you". The figure starts shaking the window, trying to pry it open. "Can you unlock the window for me so we can play?" The shadow on the ceiling, broken by the blinds, shifted position.
"Go away!" yelled Johnny as he slowly slides out of his bed. "Go away or I'll call the cops!" Johnny bluffed. "Hmhmhmhmhmn..." the figure laughs as it paces back and forth right out the window. "I know you won't do it and even if you did, they wouldn't believe you!" Johnny surrenders to the corner of his room, sits down in a fetal position, covering his ears still holding the baseball bat in his hand. "What do you want from me?!?" Johnny asked with a frustrated tone. "I WANT YOU!" the figure screeched as its shadows creeps in closer to Johnny.
"No! Stay away from me", Johnny, a twenty-something kid, fragile as a bubble, burst and yelled as he blindly swings his bat, hitting the dry walls and his desk, knocking down the stuff on it. The maniacal laughter gets louder as its shadow gets closer until Johnny madly hurls his bat across the room, hitting the window pain. The window glass shatters to the floor and all of a sudden, silence. Johnny starts howling as he starts to cry painfully. He then starts crawling towards the debris that fell earlier off his desk reaching for something. Defeated, Johnny rolls on his back, on the soft carpet of his bedroom floor, clutching an empty, amber colored prescription bottle, staring blankly into space.