The strangeness of it all seemed to muffle the sound around him. Like the seconds of calm before the storm. In those very short seconds of speechlessness, in those very few seconds of dismay, Aaron simply sat there staring at the screen which has gone back to static noise. He waited a little before he could shake off the bewilderment, he wasn't really sure if what he had just witnessed some kind of mistake, or maybe a tasteless prank, whatever it might have been, it definitely felt personal, it felt directed towards the family, towards Alice.

Then it came, a sound that iced his blood, a slow and heavy walking, sounding loud as a thundering trudging of death. Those heavy slow steps came from upstairs. It wasn't Michael that was for sure. The tramping was heavy, it caused the entire upper floor to shake, making the dust from the cracks of the wooden tiles sprinkle down to the lower floor.

Aaron was petrified, he didn't really know what do, the steps had to come from a heavy man wearing boots, and the worst part was that Michael was upstairs. Aaron's heart dropped, he slowly regained the motion on his limbs enough so he was able to get up from the couch. He dusted off the crumbs on his shirt. Then, as slowly and as stealthily as he could he tried to make his way to the door, and make a run for it so he could call the police from outside of the house.

Aaron had stretched his arm long, his movements were slow and quiet. Once His hand was touching the doorknob, he had to be careful as to not alert the trespasser, so he was touching it lightly and about to open the door very quietly. Then, the loud scream of Michael made him stop. It was a terror-filled shriek, a mix of agony, pain, and utter and complete horror. Aaron hesitated, he wouldn't forgive himself if he left him at the hands of god knows what weirdo. He debated in his head hard for those eternal three seconds. He wanted to run, but could he really leave the boy upstairs with whatever monster lurked in the dark?

Playing the hero was never his style, it took a tremendous amount of courage, the courage that he lacked. However one musts never underestimate the reaction of a person under extreme danger. Aaron was sweating cold, his legs were shaky, and his throat dry, he moved upstairs very slowly. And you know, the thing about walking slow is that you make more noise. So with each single step, a loud and distressing creak resounded all around the silent house, that's right, Michael had stopped screaming, which was definitely not a good sign.

He reached the top of the stairs, the more he approached the room, the more his heartbeat raced, it was a loud concerto playing from inside his chest, a beat you could almost dance to. The room became visible, the lights were on, and you could see the corner of the bed but not the full picture, the sheets were yellow, and they were dragging. More than moving forward with his feet, he stretched his neck trying to catch a glance inside the boy's room.

He saw nothing, there was no Michael anywhere. The room was completely empty, and the eerie noiselessness just made everything so much worse. He felt brave enough to step inside the room. He felt relieved by not encountering whoever had broken inside the house, but at the same time, worried about Michael. He reached down his pocket to grab his phone and then a painful piercing sensation on the back of his neck brought him to his knees. He thought he was stabbed, but as he grabbed the affected area, he felt nor saw any blood.

The room around him had started to spin, everything was blurry, he was extremely dizzy. Confused and disoriented he tried getting up, but he stumbled right away and fell right back on his knees. Whatever they injected him with was putting to sleep. futilely he tried fighting, by swing his arms around like a mad man, not hitting anything. Then he completely collapsed on the floor. And before lights out, the last thing he saw, was a pair of black boots standing right in front of him.

The headache was insufferable, as he began to open his eyes, he began to feel his body as heavy as a sack of rocks. He tried to get up, but he struggled, finally being able to stand on his feet with difficulty, he leaned against the wall. He noticed he was in a strange place, it might have been some kind of warehouse but he wasn't sure. He then looked at his hand, and realized it was covered away by a cluster of spiders. He removed his hand from the wall, and looked around him, there must have been millions of them. Little and black, walking up and down, crawling on the walls like a tiny creepy army. In fact, there seemed to be more spiders than wall, they were everywhere, they covered everything.

-"This has to be an illusion." -He thought in awe as he contemplated the amount of spiders all around him, perhaps a side effect of whatever drug they gave him. Either way he wasn't staying to find out, he had to get out of there as fast as he could. He walked slow as he felt as if he was walking through a pond for how heavy his feet felt. He was crouching down, seriously incapable of standing up straight. He crossed the threshold and into a bigger hallway, there he was blinded by the light, it was all so bright, it kind of turned his vision to a weird flashing white.

As he walked out of the room full of spiders, he realized he was still dizzy, but the effects of the drugs were wearing off. For some reason he decided to look up to the ceiling, and realize that there was a huge black-widow spider creeping in the dark, crawling on the ceiling upside down. Now he knew he was either having a lucid dream, or tripping with some drugs, because the size of that spider must have been that of a person, regardless it all felt too real, for him to stay and find out, so he tried to run fast, and away from it.