"Who are you? And how do you know my name?" Claude looked around the hall franticly trying to locate whatever had been talking to him.
"Ahh Claudey boy," the voice giggled in its echo like voice. "When your perants died, and you left for the orphange, you left everthing behind. Heh.. photos, journals, portaits, everything about your life that was writen an captured, we found it." the voice giggled again.
"We? Theres more of you?" Claude's previous fear was replaced by curiosity.
"Ooh yes... and I'm sure he'd be thrilled to know you've come back!" suddenly a dark form appeared at the end of the hall. It smiled and aimed its glowing red eyes at Claude. "Want to meet him?"
Claude gasped at the shadow in his path but nodded slowly to it. He was every curious now. All he wanted was to meet who, or what, had taken over his house.
The shadow turned and walked down the stairs, Claude fallowing at a safe distance. It lead Claude out the back door and down into the storm shelter. It stopp