[ WP ] You open the door to a child under distress and quickly usher him in to use the telephone . As he raises his head to take the phone you notice that in place of his eyes are a never ending blackness .

The bell rang and rang, as I quickly made my way down the stairs to the front door. I looked through the hole to see the tip of a head, and swung the door open wide. In front of me was a small child, wet from the rain, but still, I noticed tears streaming from his eyes. There were hard to see, the storm had knocked the power out, moments before. 
 
 `` Can I help you? Are you okay?! ``, I asked, pulling him in. 
 
 `` I ca n't find my mommy! Can you help me? ``, he asked me, sniffling through the words. 
 
 I led him away from the door and to the phone in the hallway, pulling it off the base, motioning to the receiver. I quickly ran into the other room and searched for a towel, carefully moving through the kitchen as to not startle him, while he rang the police. 
 
 As I walked in, towel in hand, he looked up at me with a slight smile, and that's when I saw it. The empty pitch black, rendering every fear I had ever known, right before my eyes. I swallowed hard. He slowly dropped the phone onto the hook. 
 
 `` This phone does n't work.'' 
 
 `` Oh, really? ``, I sputtered out. `` Here, follow me, you can use my cell.'' 
 
 I took him by the hand and we walked down the dark hall, into the kitchen. He made it past the doorway, only a few fight until he stopped with a jerk. He squeezed my hand tightly, but I was able to pull free with a quick snap. 
 
 `` What's going on? What's happening? ``, he snapped, his voice with a somewhat harsher, more sinister tone. 
 
 His footing was cemented to the hardwood floor beneath him, and thanks to the storm, there was no power. No power to turn the lights on. No lights to show him the holding charm that kept him placed to the circle drawn on the floor. 
 
 `` Do you remember this house? ``, I asked calmly. `` It might take you a minute, but think back about 17 years ago. An eight year old boy was asleep in his room, when his mother answered the door, late one night, during a storm not unlike this. Ringing any bells?'' 
 
 His face froze. 
 
 `` She was n't ready for you, but I was. Now, is there someone I should call?''
