After lunch was over with, Ezra walked back to his room a few hours later he was sitting in his room drawing in his sketchbook when he felt dizzy, he held his head and tried to remain calm and focus more so on his drawings. Since he'd been home, Ezra had been doing nothing but drawing which was getting annoying. Whenever he would finish a drawing, as a result he would flip to the next page and begin drawing more. All over his floors there was nothing but sketching paper and a drawing that always creeped him out. It was once again of a box, and each page had something different from it. Probably the contents of the box, one drawing that disturbed him was the one involving a figure in a fetal position. It was always a woman, her long dark hair was always flowing over her shoulder and falling into her face.

"What the hell?" Ezra said to himself. Shaking his head, he closed his sketchbook and placed it on his bedside table.

Ezra.. a voice suddenly sounded in his head. Ezra. The voice got louder each time, and it bothered him even more. He covered his ears trying not to listen, but the voice continued to repeat. Help me, open me.

"Who are you?! Leave me alone!" Ezra yelled into his empty room. "I don't know who you are!"

You know who I am, come to me. I need you to open me. Free me from this torture.

"No! Go away!" the more Ezra tried to argue with the voice, the more the voice grew angry and desperate. The longer Ezra remained in the room, the more the thing continued to talk to him. But eventually things went black, the next thing Ezra knew, was that he had been downstairs and going down the hallway. Something was wrong, he felt hands wrap around his arm. They pulled Ezra from the scene and back into reality to find that his uncle was actually standing right by him with a concerned expression. "What? Uncle Sam?"

"Ezra are you okay?" his uncle asked.

"Yeah i'm fine, why?" Ezra responded.

"Because, I was trying to get your attention and you wouldn't even listen to me," Sam said. "Are you sure everything is okay?"

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine," Ezra continued. "I guess I'm tired of everything that happened recently that I didn't realize I was sleepwalking."

"Ezra, you never sleep walk," Sam said worriedly. "Is there something else going on?" Ezra got annoyed with his uncle really asking him so many questions that it wasn't funny.

"Uncle Sam, I said I'm fine." Without letting his uncle say anything else he stormed away from him and to the shooting range. Anything that could get his mind away from those drawings, as Ezra walked toward the shooting range, out of his peripheral he saw something moving swiftly. Ezra paused and stopped in the middle of the hallway, he turned to see what was standing by the closet but nothing was there. Shaking his head, Ezra ignored everything and arrived at the shooting range where he started practicing his shots. He bullseye every single one of them. 

***

Later that night, Ezra tried to sleep but he couldn't fall asleep without getting sucked into another dream.

Ezra stood in the middle of the dark hallway, at first he couldn't move but once he started pushing forward, he was on the move. At the end of the hall, was a large iron door, it stood calling to Ezra as if it wanted his attention. He slowly approached the door when a large shadowy figure appeared before him. It stood tall but not as tall as him, from the height and length of the shadow, it was more or less than a woman. He stepped back worriedly.

"What's the matter child?" the woman said. "You seem lost."

"Who are you?"

"Why, I'm a mother," the woman responded. "A mother to those who need help, who are bothered and struggle to fit in."

"Your point?" Ezra said wishing that he could move and attack the woman.

"Isn't that what you struggle with young man?" Ezra hesitated, he didn't want to respond to that comment nor did he want to deal with some woman telling him what he struggled with. "I thought so, why don't you let me help you? I can protect you and keep you safe, all you have to do is help me out. Listen to me when I tell you to do something and eventually you will meet my husband," the woman continued. "I also need you to keep me safe, keep me and my home by your bedside. That is all I ask." Ezra bolted awake from the dream and looked around at the dark corners of the room, nothing stood out to him, so rather he lay back and stared up at the dark ceiling. Everyone in the bunker was asleep at that point so the bunker was completely silent. Ezra looked over at the clock and saw that it read three in the morning, shaking his head he rolled over and stared at the door expecting someone to come through, when no one made an appearance, the young hunter fell asleep. Little did he know, that things were going to spiral out of control from there.