Okay! This is a One-shot! Please forgive me! Okay I found this reeeally creepy story online! It's the same plot but not the same details and all!
Dallas' Heap of junk of a car finally broke down. Dallas muttered a few curses under his breath. He drove as far as the old car would go. Dallas arrived at an old ruined house. He doubted anyone was home, but he had no way of getting home, so what will it hurt? He knocked on the door, and just when he was about to walk away an old couple opened the door. They insisted that he'd stay with them until morning.
Dallas was slightly hesitant; I mean who in their right minds would let a greaser, more or less a hood, into their home? In the end, Dallas took up the offer. They gave him a great dinner and showed him where he would stay for the night.
"Please, don't go into that room. That's our son's room..." The old lady, who was about forty times smaller than him, said while smiling.
Dallas nodded, they let him into their home and fed him a wonderful meal, and the least he could do is respect their one rule. Dallas tossed and turned in bed, the clock just turned 3:00 A.M. and his curiosity got the best of him. He got up from the bed and walked over to the son's room and peered under the door. All he saw was a boy sitting in a chair with his back to the door.
'He punished and doesn't want me to bother him.' Dallas thought smoothly and headed back to his bedroom.
Around 4:00 A.M Dallas had awoken and went to get a glass of water. On his way back up his curiosity got the best of him again. He peered through the key hole and only saw black. The lights were on; Dallas could see the light from under the door! He just assumed the boy had painted his room black including the key hole.
The next morning Dallas thanked the couple for letting him stay,
"You son likes the color black much?" Dallas asked nodding his head toward the room.
"Hm?" The old couple asked, clearly confused.
"His rooms black? Did you accidently paint over the key hole?"
"His room isn't black. It's Blue, Bright blue." The old lady said starring at Dallas.
"Wh-what? What there anything special about him?"
"He died a couple of months back, He had eyes the color of coil and big puppy eyes..."
I realized that the black I had seen was nothing more than the Son looking back at me through the key hole.
And with that Dallas was gone.