I step into my bedroom, a hand presses over my mouth. A large, cloaked, masked person keeps their hand on my mouth as they use the tip of their finger to trace something on my wall. My eyes widen as the wallpaper burns, a symbol appearing, and I try to kick my legs out when the middle of the symbol starts to swirl. Terror takes over me as my wall starts to twist, my heart rapidly beating out of my chest in fear when it grows into a dark hole.
