Act 1 - Chapter 1

"Cerdic, dear, dinner is ready," mother called out to her son. "Coming!" Cedric yelled back and raced down the stairs. The house they lived in was pretty small. It was in the countryside, away from the people and the town where Cerdic went to school.

"Is daddy coming to dinner today?" Cedric asked as he sat down on his chair. "I-I'm afraid daddy wasn't able to make it today," his mother froze, but quickly replied to her son. "He has some important work to do."

"Awwwww, he is always working," Cedric crossed his hands and sadly looked down. "He's working so hard so he can make enough money for us. So we can live better," his mom walked over to Cedric and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Now eat," she smiled and went back to wash the dishes.

Cedric was from a pretty poor family. He didn' remember his father very much, he left to Italia to work as his mother always said. But despite the rough life he had, he was a pretty happy boy. He didn't talk too much, though.

When Cedric finished his dinner, he jumped from the chair and yawned. "Looks like someone is sleepy," his mother chuckled and took his plate. Cedric stretched and nodded. "Alright then, go to your bed, I will come as soon as I finish these dishes, okay sweetie?" mother smiled and Cedric walked into his room.

It was pretty small, but it had everything he needed. Cedric flopped on his bed and listened to the rain falling behind his window. Water drops drummed against the window of his room, sometimes being interrupted by a rumble of thunder.

"So, ready to hit the hay?" his mom walked into the room and tucked in her ball of joy. "Yea! Mom? Can you tell me a story? Like grandpa did," Cedric said and looked at his mother from under his blanket. She looked at him with surprise.

Cedric's grandfather died almost a year ago. He went insane and was escorted to the madhouse, where he died a few days after he arrived there. The strange coincidence was, that he has gone insane day after he told Cedric a story about a certain boy with...

"I don't know any stories like grandpa, sweetie," she nervously looked around. The rain was getting more intense. It was hard to see through it even to the backyard of the house. "Come on, mum! At least one," Cedric sat up and looked at his mother, pleading her with his stare. "I'm sorry sweetie," she shifted on her son's bed.

Cedric looked down but then his look shot up to his small window. "Hey, mom! Do you see that?" he said and stared into the window. "See what, sweetie?" his mother didn't understand. "There is a boy in the window," Cedric said excitedly and pointed at his window.

His mother quickly turned around to look into the window. She didn't see anything, just rain behind it. "But, there is no one in the window," she looked back at her son. Cedric had his eyes glued on the window. "Yes, there is! It's a boy, with pale skin," he said and tried to get out of his bed, but his mother stopped him.

"You are maybe imagining things, dear. I think you should sleep now," she rubbed his cheek and tucked him back into his bed. "But mom..." "No Cedric. You will sleep. Now," she sternly said. When Cedric was comfortable in his bed again, she smiled, stood up, and turned off the lights.

"Good night, sweetie," she smiled and closed the door. Cedric shifted in his bed and gave a last look to his window.

The boy was gone.