It was a normal Friday night. I was sitting my lazy butt in bed, watching Nickelodeon. I know, I'm 16 and I still watch SpongeBob. My mother and father were on a date, and my little sister was at a friends house. Me, myself, and I were having a wonderful time.

Full House was almost over, for the lights started to flicker. They stopped after a minute or two. I shrugged and went back to watching the best television show of all times. The lights started to flicker once more when the episode was over. I looked at my phone. It was 12:00 on the dot. Right as I put my phone down, the lights went out.

I let out a deep breath. "Really? Lord, why do bad things always happen to me?"

I slugged out of bed and raged through my nightstand. I could have sworn there was a flashlight in there, but there wasn't. I slowly made my way to the living room, and into the dining room. I looked at the table. There was a box of matches laying in the middle. I looked around to see if there was anybody there. Of course, there was nobody. I snatched the matches off the table and opened them up. There were exactly four matches.

Someone was watching me though. I could just feel the beady eyes cut into my soul. I picked a match and struck it. I made my way out the garage door and to the power box. I flipped the switch for the lights, but it wouldn't work. I slammed the box close, for I heard a rustle behind me. I whipped my head in the direction of the movement. Nothing.

"Ok, Britney, you are going insane. Stop letting your imagination get the best of you."

I turned to the door and dropped my match. What I saw was horrid. It was a little boy with pure black eyes. He had jet black hair the fell right above his eyes. He was smiling. Blood was pouring from his mouth, and he carried a knife. His shirt was covered with different kinds of stains.

I quickly struck another match to see if he was there. Nobody. I ran inside and into the kitchen. The match went out again. I grabbed the second to the last match and struck it. I heard someone behind me. I turned to see something written on the wall. The substance on the wall was dripping. I finally could make out what it said. It read, 'Come and find me.' I grabbed a long knife and tipped toed to the living room. There was more writing on the wall. 'Hide and seek. You hide.' I ran to my room and locked the door. I heard giggles, devilish and sinful giggles. I got the last match out of the case. My hands were so shaky, I struck the match and it crumbled on the floor.

I put my back on the wall and slid to the floor. I put the knife out in front of me. "Come out you little demon!"

"I found you." I heard a voice say.

That was the last thing I ever heard.