Jackson read his book, hearing what was happening in the book almost echo through his head, watching what was happening seem to almost play dimly in front of his eyes. He read it, reading about how the demon killed an entire village with ease. He sighed. That must have been horrible. The book was fiction, of course; demons weren't real. Then, he heard an eerie laugh. It put his nerves on edge. He knew where he'd heard that laughter before. In his nightmare. He slowly turned his head, looking into the kitchen doorway, terror on his face. A boy was standing there, a terrifying mask that looked like a grinning skull on his face. Jackson shouted out in terror, grabbing a knife from the table. A knife he'd used to cut cheese... But it was actually pretty sharp. Jackson brandished it in front of him as he backed away. It laughed the eerie laugh again, running towards him, terrifying, deadly, swift. Jackson threw the knife blindly and ran out the door, shouting out for help. People stopped and looked at him like he was a madman, and caught sight of the thing in the door. People gasped, and some ran at it with weapons. The thing had Jackson's knife through its chest, but then it looked down at it calmly, that eerie laugh emanating again. It pulled out the knife slowly, grinning(After all, that is the only thing skulls are good at, and this guy has a skull mask)creepily as it laughed, throwing the knife into someone. It scuttled up the side of the wall, running across the rooftops with ease, quickly getting away.