[ 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 .

*'Oh holy mother of god and sweet jesus.'* I muttered to myself in my head as I stared into those dark endless pits. 
 
 *This was not a kid*, I slowly stepped around him. `` Excuse me... my kettle is on.'' I offered as an excuse. 
 
 `` I do n't hear anything?'' He offered, cocking his head to the side, and I felt my bones chill. 
 
 `` It's a silent one, very expensive! You go make that phone call young... lad.'' I forced out before bolting into the kitchen. 
 
 I ran to the kettle and stood by it and with shaking hands I started to pour the cold water into a cup lest he was watching. 
 
 `` Warm?'' I heard the question from behind me and I froze. 
 
 `` Is it warm?'' He repeated after a second. 
 
 `` Yes.'' I lied. 
 
 `` Do you like warmth?'' He asked. 
 
 `` Yes.'' I said again, not sure whether it was a lie. 
 
 He stepped closer to me. `` Then come with me, I can show you a warm place.'' He said and once more his eyes turned pitch black.
