"Another day goes by, what am I doing?" a boy asks himself as he walks down an alleyway on the way to his house from school. The same path every day, he

must have seen this alleyway a thousand times, if not more. The next day he goes by the same place, but this time, he is confronted by the local school bullies,

they never bothered the boy before, so, he was curious as to what they wanted from him.

"Hey," the leader said. "What are you doing here?" he asks the boy, pointing a finger at him. "I walk through here everyday, it's on my way home," he replied.

"Oh, well you might want to find a new way home for the next couple of days, there are some... acquaintances of ours coming here for a kind of convention

slash trap for anyone unlucky enough to take this alleyway." He heeded their advice and decided that tomorrow he would take a slightly longer path, on a

different street. "I don't know why those bullies went through the trouble of warning me, doesn't seem like the kind of thing they would do," the boy thought.

The next day came and the boy took the side street path. The street itself was lined with condemned and deserted buildings most notably some sort of giant

studio, although the doors to all of these buildings being boarded up the windows were easily open-able. Although he had no care to that day, he really liked

old empty buildings and wanted to explore them. When he got home he was told that for the next week his parents would be going on a business trip, he

decided that would be his chance to go explore the studio.

the next morning before school he packed everything he thought he would need: a flashlight, a first-aid kit and a bag of potato chips then headed off to school

and then to the street. Here he was standing in front of the studio, judging by the windows it couldn't have been more than 5 stories tall, he began opening a

window next to the front door and climbed inside. It was dusty and it smelled of decaying corpse, he let his nose adjust to the smell before walking into some

sort of long hall, the light trickling in from the rooms connected to the hall was creating a sunset effect in the hall, as he walked down the hall he heard the

crackling of empty cans and other trash beneath his feet every step kicking up large amounts of dust, he stopped and bent down to pick up a can and he heard

the sound again that's when he came to the realization that he wasn't alone.

hey everyone thank you for reading this first chapter, sorry if things are moving a little slowly they will pick up in chapter 2

also this is my first story so some pointers would be cool, thanks!