A young boy, about six or seven year old, sat in a dim living room. A living room that was inside of a old withered and broken down house. The rain that was pouring outside hit the house harshly, scaring the little boy. He coward away in his old blue tinted blanket as he shifted closer to the big stone fireplace. The heat of the flames warmed the, already burning boy.
Not long after the boy got comfortable, a knock came from the rickety front door and the boy was quick to answer it.
Once he opened the door he was gone.
There was no boy. No fire. No light. He had just seemed to disappear into thin air....