Long Term

When i was younger i had a recurring dream that the door bell would ring, I'd open it to find a man a bit like Mr. Ben in a bowler hat and a black suit at the door. Somehow I'd know who he was and would run away screaming. I'd try and find all of my family and we'd hide somewhere; usually under a bed or in a wardrobe. We'd see him walk straight past us.

But then we'd realise that someone was missing, one of us hadn't hidden in time, and the Bowler-hat-man had killed them.

The only thing that ever changed was who died

it was never me.