Detroit Michigan
Allan sat quietly on the bed in his motel room. The room was old but clean and neat, it had two beds, a desk and a color tv. Allan wasn't sure if it had cable or not but didn't really care. He was scared and when he was scared his mind tended to wander and settle on useless bits of information or innane observations. Allan was on the bed farthest from the door and his things were on the bed closer to the door. All of his worldly belongings fit into a suitcase, his backpack and a rucksack. There was movement just out of his view and he whirled on it falling off of his bed in the process. There was nothing there...though the room seemed a bit colder. He sighed in agitation, annoyed that he had been spooked by nothing but a shadowy corner. He stood up and put his hands on his temples, his hands were shaking. He removed them from his forehead and willed them to stop. After a few moments the shaking was less intense but he couldn't stop it completely. He clenced his hands into fists and slowly reopened them, still shaking. He shook his head angrily. He grabbed his laptop out of his backpack and turned it on. It took a few moments but once it was on he hesitated. Did he really want to see the image again? Yes? No? Maybe? He sat there for a minute having an internal debate. Outside he could hear a car roar by blasting rap into the night air, the subwoofers shattering the silence. A siren sounded and he looked up for a moment. He listened to the siren fade away into the distance. The sound of his laptop fan snapped his attention back to the machine on his lap. He clicked on the photos icon, after a moment his screensaver was replaced by a big red circle in the dark. He had gotten the photo from his last adventure in the asylum. He shivered when he looked at the symbol, he knew what his parents were and he was afraid of them. He sighed and closed the laptop, he didnt want to see that symbol ever again. He suddenly realised how cold his room was, it was winter, but this was ridiculous. He got up to go turn on the heater by the big window next to his door. But he stopped... he felt like he was being watched. He turned around slowly, but saw nothing there. He sighed again, he was exhausted and he just really wanted to sleep. He turned up the heater, turned off the lights and kicked off his shoes before getting under the covers. He fell asleep almost instantly.
A figure watched Allan from the darkness. It was old and patient. It could just manifested in an instant and watched the young man cower before it...but where was the fun in that? No, it relished the hunt. It smiled as Allan shifted under the covers. "You've grown" it crooned as it stared at him. "You look like your mother" it said to the dark. It's smile widened a bit more, but it said nothing.
