"I've always been told I was useless and I've always ignored it, never resisting. My self-estime has been damaged over the years after the continuous abuse. Yet I'm really useless. I'm about to lose my family but I can't do anything about it. I'm aware that I don't owe them anything and many people would even argue that after all the pain they put me through I shouldn't be worrying about their safety. Even coming here was a coincidence. They didn't invite me originally but my brother couldn't make it and they would lose the vacation if they didn't have the right number. Now I know why. I'm scared. I can't even tell anybody, not that anyone would believe me to begin with. What should I do? What should I do?!"

He knew that coming would be a mistake but he never thought his family's vacation to the old, rundown resort would turn into a nightmare that he would have to face alone.

The air was stagnant and it felt stuffy inside the wardrobe. Mark was hiding away from his little cousins that wanted to practice boxing on his body. That's the only reason he entered the dusty wardrobe hidden in the corner of the room. It was there that he saw 'them'. In his horror he initially didn't know what to do except being scared but a photo suddenly fell from the wooden panel onto his head. Still, it wasn't until he a glint of silver coming from the pocket of an old jacket caught his attention that he put together the truth.

Suddenly, the air around him grew cold and he felt like he was being watched. As he turned around, he saw a shadowy figure dart past the wardrobe and disappear into the darkness. He tried to shake off the feeling, but he couldn't ignore the sense of dread that hung in the air. He paled. The nausea made its presence known causing him to frown.

Mark clutched the photo and ticket tightly in his hand, his heart racing with fear and desperation. He knew that his family was in grave danger, but he didn't know what to do. He felt useless and alone.

As he tried to gather more information, he noticed that strange things were happening all around him. "What the hell is going on?" he muttered under his breath. "Shadows moving on their own, whispers echoing through the house when I'm alone, and this feeling that someone is watching me. Did they notice me?"

The atmosphere felt eerie and even the creaking sounds that accompanied his steps gave him goosebumps. He was growing increasingly panicked as the minutes turned into hours: there wasn't much time. Why is nobody else noticing anything strange? Is he hallucinating? The cold breath of death felt so close he could no longer think clearly.

He had nobody he could confide in. He tried to tell his family, but they just laughed it off saying "it's ridiculous, you are ridiculous! There's no need to try to scare us with those fake props you poorly made".

One night, Mark woke up to find himself standing in front of the wardrobe, with the same old photograph clutched tightly in his hand. He couldn't remember how he got there, but he knew that he was being drawn to it by some unknown force. He wanted nothing to do with it. He wasn't even supposed to come here!

The room was freezing and the stench of decay filled his nostrils. "What the hell is going on?" Mark exclaimed. "Why is this happening to me? I just want to get out of here." However complaining was useless. A disgusting feeling came from his ankle which was being wrapped by something slimy. "Oh god," he gasped. "Please, just let me go. I don't know what you want, but I don't want any part of this."

It was at that moment that a lightning bolt struck the tree outside, illuminating the room in a flash of light and scaring away that tentacle.

Mark finally realised that, while he couldn't do much, there was something he could do: he could save himself and the few innocent animals whose only fault was to have terrible owners. He could run away. He could have escaped when he first discovered 'them' but he felt compelled to do something. It wasn't necessary. You can't save those that don't want to be saved. Those ungrateful fools would sacrifice him for their safety, why should he satisfy them? Those people didn't deserve his pity not his guilt.

Less than a month later, news came that there was an accident at the resort, and it was shut down. Mark's family never came back. There's a thing that Mark was oblivious to a cold breath was constantly blowing on his neck.