Yeah, it's bad There I was sleeping like a baby, when it came for me. I couldn't help but wonder why it was back. It pervaded every aspect of my life.

Ash stood in the darkness of the woods, with nothing around him but trees. He looked down to his nub of a hand. The wind began to pick up and the storm rolled in. Lightning ripped through the sky as thunder rolled. Ash looked around when he saw it coming for him. He tried to out run it but it was too late. It caught him. He fell into a puddle of water. As he pulled himself back, he looked at his reflection.

"Hello, Goodie little two shoes," the reflection taunted.

"Oh, no, you're dead. I killed you. I watched you explode into a thousand little pieces."

"Can't kill me, Ash. I'm always within you. You can't hide from me." He began to laugh.

"Stop it!" He said.

Then the reflection moved, grabbing Ash by his throat, strangling him.

"Stop, you ugly son of a . . ." He punched his reflection, but only hit the water. "I'm must be going crazy. Get a hold of yourself, Ash."

Then the evil Ash jumped out of the puddle at him.

"NOOOO!" Ash screamed waking up in his bed sokaing wet.

"We're coming for you," a voice said being carried on the wind.