A normal night. All across England, children slept in their beds – tonight was no exception. Of course, the time at which these children went to bed or the quality of sleep they were getting made no difference as long as they were oblivious to the world around them. So, prime-time then for everything children (and some adults) fear, like the bogeyman in their closets or the thing behind the curtains that just might not be the long, thin tree branches in the garden. It's well known that these…beings…tend to appear at night, but why? Is it just tradition? Or maybe, just maybe, people should stop questioning their methods and motives because – well, they have rights too and they can do it however the hell they want to do it. And before you go any further, don't even try to deny their existence because it's pointless and a waste of the limited brain power you obviously have if you can stand to lie to yourself like that.

Anyway, rant over. Back to the normal night, and the sleeping children. Some of them might be awake, playing their videogames or whatever but it doesn't matter…I digress, The particular child we're thinking about here was in a dreamland of her subconscious mind's choice – and not a very nice one at that. Dark, creeping things haunted it, and she tossed and turned. She wore a pink t-shirt and pink and turquoise pyjama shorts that were currently obscured beneath light, summer sheets and a tangle of thick, dark hair. Her choice of attire was sensible as it was a hot, muggy night with not even a thin breeze blowing through the open window to disturb the heavy air. Actually, hot didn't even begin to describe it – it had been a struggle for her to get to sleep In the first place.

Unfortunately, this story is about monsters, and they have to come into play somewhere and it was just unlucky that the TV in the corner of her room had been left on; an ideal place for our not-so-friendly cyber-ghost to spawn out of and say hello. Luckily, her back was facing the blank screen as is flickered to life and dim, muted static danced over the picture. It grew in strength until it had completely obscured the cartoon underneath and a faint, metallic sounding hiss emanated from it. As the sound grew louder with each passing second, the girl's LED alarm clock dimmed and the street light outside flickered unsteadily. The room was now in half-darkness, although, strangely, a ripple could be seen spreading out from the centre of the screen. It spread out until a shadow could be seen pushing its way through, followed by a head, then two arms and finally the rest of the human-looking shape. It hovered for a moment in the air before drifting down to the ground where three things happened simultaneously. The streetlight and the clock's light went out completely, and then the hiss of the static faded until only the eerie white glow of the screen remained. At the same time, the shadow became more solid. Colour drained up from its feet and spread through its body like watercolour paint bleeding over canvas, until finally it took on the form of, well…Link. The blond-Haired boy straightened up, adjusting the green hat that sat on his head as he opened his eyes. They were simply two too-large black pools with red pupils, and perhaps most disturbingly of all was the blood that appeared to be seeping from them already. A small smile stretched over his face as he took a step forward towards our poor protagonist, not knowing that she was already awake and had seen the scene unfold in the reflection on the side of her metal lamp – though she was now doing a good job of keeping her breathing steady and her eyes squeezed shut. 'Well, that's awfully rude' the boy remarked in a sing-song voice 'The name's Ben, and can you please wake up? I'm bored…