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Floating, almost swimming through the dark, bright green-something lighting a path of more blackness. At first it’d been cool—
Jazz would never believe this!
But soon, too soon, it was scary, frightening, because the haunting whispering came back with a vengeance. Louder. Suffocating. Everywhere, nowhere—
Where am I? Why’s it so dark and cold?
All he’d wanted was water; no, he’d wanted sleep, but the hollow, echoing voices wouldn’t leave him alone, chasing away any chance of rest. Going downstairs had made things worse, because now the whispering was close enough to almost sound like words—
Did that voice say “Come down,” or am I hearing nothing?
The boy knew the basement was off-limits, but his parents weren’t there, and he wouldn’t touch a thing! What’s the harm in a little peek?
And the swirling green hole in the wall caught his attention straight away, being the brightest thing in the dim room. The empty voices clamored a moment, so loud, before halting briefly, as the small boy approached. With a look of awe and wonder only the youthful and innocent could pull off, he’d dropped his baby blue blanket, before gasping, freed from his amazed stupor at the loss, pulling it back to his chest, part still dragging by his feet.
As with any five year old, his curiosity won out, and he reached to touch the glimmering green, but was sucked in the moment a finger came in contact.
So the little boy old found himself lost—
Everything looks the same!
Tired, confused, cold, alone, I’m all alone here. Nothing to prove he’d come from somewhere not-here besides his constellation patterned pajamas and the soft blanket wrapped around his shoulders in a feeble attempt to keep the remaining warmth inside his body.
I want to go back home.
He drifted, hopelessness long since sunk in, not paying any more attention, he was surrounded by nothing and infinity simultaneously. Except there was a voice; rough, hollow, echoing like the ones he’d heard however long ago, but he was no longer alone, and he turned.
“Just how in the world did a human child end up here?”
He looks funny.
His stomach growled and the strange, shiny, metal-y gray man paused, brow creasing a moment, before mimicking the action of sighing, though no breath was released. And oddly not-heavy hand placed on his shoulder guided him further through the dark permeated by swirling green mist.
“Humans need to eat I guess… Uh, what’s your name… kiddo? I’m Skulker, the Ghost Zo—never mind…”
What’s that face he’s making? Does he need to poop or something…?
“I’m Danny!”