The static comes on the T.V as you put the video tape inside, it looks to be quite old from all the dust that had accumulated inside the tape that took at least an hour to completely clean. Even after he put the tape into the player the static still roars across the room. The man who had been investigating the tape is just about to give up when it goes black, and finally he sees a man standing in front of what was once the camera. He is slim with large bags under his eyes, he sits on the chair behind him with a sigh and leans forward looking quite serious. "My name is Takahiro Takahashi." He speaks as calmly as he can manage as he pulls out a pair of glasses, wipes them off and puts them on his face. "I am 20 years old, and I am making this video because my little brother is in desperate need for help." He pulls out a photo of a small child and shows it to the camera, the man who is watching the video grimaces. He wasn't very fond of children, except for the quiet and polite ones.

Takahiro sighs deeply as he puts the photo away. " Starting even after his birth 7 years ago my little brother started to show very strange behaviors. Due to the fact that it is very hard to describe them I have accumulated many home videos to show these facts." The static comes back, and after a few minutes the video suddenly shifts to a small nursery. The only sound that can be heard is loud screaming from an infant and the sounds of the parents trying to comfort it. "All he does is scream, what are we supposed to do? None of us can sleep like this, he won't even sleep for more than 2 hours at a time." The father looks fed up, and violently grabs the child. Just before he starts to shake it someone else in the house drops the camera and runs up to the father. From the floor you can see the shadows and get a pretty good idea of what is going on. The father yelling at both his wife, the baby, and the person who dropped the camera that you assume is Takahiro. The baby is still screaming, completely focused on something unseen.

The video fades back to static, and after another moment is staring back at Takahiro who looks like he is about to collapse. The man takes in more of his features, and realizes his old friend made this video at the brink of his death. He sees that his eyes have sunken far into his skull, and how his jawline shown through his cheeks. Takahiro's eyes had already seemed to be dead. He is breathing heavily and slowly looks up trying to pick up his composure. "When he started to talk he would start talking to things that weren't there. I know that it is quite common for a child to have 1, 2, possibly 3 imaginary friends. However he had hundreds of them, our parents kept on saying that he just had a very big imagination." He shook his head, very sadly. "I think it was something much more ominous."

This time static doesn't take over as it immediately transitions to the home video. A child who is at least 2 years old stands in the middle of a room, babbling softly to himself. "Hey Misaki." Takahiro's voice can be heard from behind the camera, as the child looks up. "Yeah Nii-tan." He obviously can't pronounce the "Ch" sound just yet. "Who are you talking to?" The child grins and points to the blank spot next to him. "This is Friday, and over there is Damon, there is Print, and that's Rose, and over that way is Mailbox, and..." He continued to list countless imaginary friends some of them given names such as Cheese or Table. The man watching the tape stopped paying attention after at least 30 were named and pressed the fast forward button. Pressing play at just the right moment of fade to black.

Takahiro is clutching his chest and staring at the camera. It looks as though he doesn't have much time left. "My mother was highly religious, and thought that these imaginary friends were demons that Misaki was being controlled by. She would go into his room late at night with a bible and a vile of holy water, and try to perform small excorsisms. It immediately transitioned to the home video, the camera was mounted to the wall of a child's room. A woman begins to enter the room with a couple of things under her arm. Suddenly she throws a bottles worth of water on the boy who wakes up and starts to cry because of it. This was the first time watching the video the man actually felt sorry for the kid. Small sobs and hiccups could be heard over the woman reading out of a large book.

It goes back to Takahiro for the last time and he is wheezing at this point. Trying to force oxygen through his body. "I took my baby brother away as soon as I turned 18 and he turned 5. My... I mean our mother and father seemed quite pleased with this and didn't even bother to report us as runaways or anything." He sighed and a small tear rolled down his cheek. "It would seem that my family is cursed because of a few weeks after I took my brother with me I was diagnosed with having lung cancer. I was unable to afford the surgery for myself and I was given a life expectancy of a year. I guess I was lucky to live twice that amount of time." He takes a moment to cough heavily, and looks back up at the camera. The man who had been watching gives a heartbroken sound. "Please, as my best-friend Usagi. Please save my brother." The mans face is now visible, rimless glasses cover smokey violet eyes, platinum blonde hair is separated in to three parts on the bangs, a squared jaw, and of course a cigarette hanging from his lips. "I may not like kids Takahiro, but since you're my best friend I think I can make one acception." Usagi whispers as though he is talking to Takahiro in real life. The last image he sees of his best-friend is him giving a wide grin, and falling over.

The static comes back to life and the VCR spits out the tape, Usagi doesn't bother to grab it and stands up dropping his wallet on the floor. Just before he picks it up, it stays open for a minute with his drivers licence in complete view. The name reads "Usami Akihiko."

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At a small orphanage a child is sitting by himself on a swing, mumbling softly to himself. He refused to believe that his big brother was now gone, because in his mind he was still talking to him. His shaggy brown hair is bouncing with each imaginary push from his brother that his mind had recreated. In reality he is sitting by himself, as all the other children unseen to him grimace and talk about the child who didn't talk to real people. "Misaki!" The oldest brother Nowaki walked up to him. He was about 16 years old, 9 years older then Misaki was. "Misaki, someone is here to pick you up." The older boy was very tall and handsome, with dark almost black hair, and a kind loving face. Silently a trembling small hand reached up and the child was lead to the house. Misaki stared blankly at the house in front of him, his mouth hanging slightly open as he struggled with his steps. Nowaki sighed and patiently waited for the child. The mental illness he had suffered from had caused, and would cause many problems in his life.

Misaki tripped and immediately stood back up again. Giving a shy smile to Nowaki who smiled back at him with the door held wide open. After a few tries he managed to get up the porch steps and into the house. A large smile plastered on the childs face as he walked into the hallway leading to the front of the house. He was expecting his brother to be sitting there, and that was why he was so excited. "Nii-chan..Nii-chan.." He muttered happily to himself as he raced as best as he could to the front of the room. Who he saw sitting in the chair was not his brother.

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So I'm going to end it here for now. So please please please please please tell me what you think. This is my first story so I just want to know how it is thanks.