CHAPTER I: Trouble Through The Looking Glass
The raven haired boy found comfort in lying under his bed. Out of all the phobias that he had one that he didn't was Claustrophobic. He loved hiding in small tight spaces such as under his bed or the sanctity of his closet. The only thing was that he needed his closet light on. The dark was not his friend. Vicktor O'Krane hid under his bed several times a day. He hid from the world that scared him and from the people in his large plantation like home. He then heard thumping against the cheery wood floor. Step, step, step. IT was coming closer. IT was the sound rattling the dull brass door knob.