Julian VanBeaurrann was laying with his lovely wife of three months, Ashlie, in their large, comfortable bed. He had his hands folded on his stomach as the medication he took was setting in and the scary hallucinations of monsters, shadow people, and dead people went away. "Breathe, focus. You'll be alright. None of it is real." He mouthed to himself, as his eyelids grew heavy and slammed together, ready to sleep. Julian quickly fell dead asleep, in an undisturbed sleep, one that could not be easily budged. He felt, finally, at peace for the night, he felt... tranquil.

Something woke him at one thirty-two in the early morning, crickets were chirping, bullfrog leaped across the backyard. It was an echoing, masculine voice, "Juuuliaan.", "Juuuliaan.", "Julian.".

Julian snapped awake, "What the-?!". He looked over to see a tall, pale, fancy looking man with a fedora, holding his guitar case and then the man asked,

"Hello Julian, or should I say 'Rock', as the kids call you these days?".

Julian looked at the man as the shadows began to form into creatures of the night that had a malevolent grin seeping across their faces. "Oh hell no." Julian stated, hinting a fright as his hand searched for his anti-hallucinogens in the dark that was eating up his room.

The other man merely chuckled and gave a smirk to the frightened, blonde male, "Julian, I wouldn't take those if I were you.".

Julian stopped trying to grab the little, orange cylinder and looked at the other man. "Huh?" He questioned, raising one of his eyebrows.

The small pill bottle fell to the brown carpet and Rock pulled his hand away from the nightstand and pulled the blankets closer to himself, "What are you saying?".

The man stood, shoving the small shadow creature away from himself. "Come, follow. There are things you need to see.".

Rock felt weird, following a strange man to who knows where. But he had an urge that he had to satisfy now. He got up and pulled on a red t-shirt to cover himself up. He followed the man outside to the kitchen.

The man waved his hand at the tall, white, metal refrigerator that had magnets scattered all over it that he and Ashlie's little nephew would play with when he came over. Rock opened the door to the box he expected to be filled with food.

Instead, five, huge, black tentacles flopped out and made a gross squishing noise as they hit the floor.

"Ugh!" Rock exclaimed, grabbing a metal spatula and slapping the slimy, disgusting tentacles back to where they came from.

The man chuckled and gave Rock a box of his favorite microwave food, Bagel Bites.

Rock took them and looked the other guy in the eye, "Not cool, man.".

The pale man just shrugged and pointed to Rock's microwave, telling him to go and warm them up.

Rock skeptically analyzed the box that always made him perk up, the red and yellow colors of the box being faded into the darkness. He decided to hurry up before he freaked out and noped out of the situation. He tore the top off, blood spurting from the cardboard. He turned the box over to see the plastic bag, covered in the crimson water, normal looking Bagel Bites still inside. He licked his lips and used brute strength to rip the bag open.

Rock opened his microwave to see flames bursting out of it, guarding the glass plate in the middle. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed, leaping back, trying not to catch fire.

The other man rose a brow, "Type in the code.".

Rock looked at him, "What code?! What the fuck are you even talking about?!".