Prologue
Even before she entered the house, Camille knew something was wrong. A dark sense of foreboding overcame her and she just wanted to go away at that moment and never return again. But as if driven by a dark force, she entered the house. Her house where she lived with her boyfriend Logan. Everything looked the same as always ... but it didn't feel like it always did.
A chill came over her as she became aware of the silence in the house. It was ... too quiet.
"Logan?"
She waited, but there was no answer. The dark feeling intensified. And then she heard something. A sound coming from the bedroom. Irritated, she climbed the stairs. Why should Logan be in the bedroom in broad daylight? That made no sense.
"Logan?"
Again no answer, but the sound stopped suddenly. In the new silence, she heard her heart beating fast and hard. She had reached the door. She opened the door ... and was suddenly in hell! Logan was lying on the floor and there was blood around him. A second later she realized where the blood was coming from. Someone - or something? - had smashed his legs! At that very moment, Camille heard a voice say, "Good, you're home."
She turned around. Andrew emerged from the shadows of the room and smiled at her. She paused for a moment, then shouted at him, "What have you done?! What did you do to Logan?!"
Andrew frowned. "Who's Logan?"
"He!" Camille yelled, pointing to the spot where Logan lay ... but the spot was empty! No Logan, no blood. And then the illusion broke in her head. This wasn't her and Logan's house. No, it was Andrew's house. It has always been like this and it would always be like this. No Logan, only Andrew. He walked up to her. "There will never be a man in your life except me. And now come here. It's time for fun..." He gripped her wrist tightly. Camille screamed in desperation and fear...
and awoke from the dark nightmare.