Tommy ran down the corridor, but he didn’t see anything in front of him. What stood before his eyes was not an abandoned house, but the faces of Collin, June, mom and dad, their smiles, their eyes. His bunny, black hands, mom again. The boy knew he had to run to the exit. And he ran and ran, and behind him the doors that he and Collin had previously left open closed with a loud bang. Faster and faster. He tried to scream, but no sound came out of his throat...