It was a cold Winter's night...

Pete and Anne were walking down a deserted street. They were holding hands talking about their day. When suddenly they heard a little girl's voice. Pete decided to shrug it off, but Anne let go of his hand. "What're you doing Anne?" Pete stared.

"If you won't see a little girl's problems then I will." She walked up to the porch of the house where the little girl was. She was gone when she got there. Anne looked inside she couldn't see anything that was liable of living.

Pete stared at her. She began having a seizure on the ground. "Anne, come of it. Stop fooling around!" He trudged up the steps. When he reached her she appeared dead. "Snap out of it!" Pete yelled. At that moment the door creaked open and he turned around.

The house seemed to be drawing him nearer. All of a sudden blood came pouring out of his face. He staggered in to the living room of the house, and sat down onto the couch. At that moment the blood was sucking back into his face. As it went into his eyes they turned red until there was no white at all. He saw the girl she stared at him with bright yellow eyes. Suddenly there's enough light for him to look down at himself and see why the blood being sucked in his body is warm... His veins have gone black! 

Telepathically she was telling him to kill people. He fights back. Pete has finally had it "Shut up. I don't believe in you!" He shouts and the girl disappears. He goes to the mirror to look at his face. Everything seemed normal. Pete walked out of the house.

Anne sat up as if she were a robot. "You know it wasn't nice of you to do that." Pete shook his head. Anne stared at him not knowing what he's talking about. As they were walking home the girl stared at them from the bedroom window.

When they got home Pete went to go have a bath. He slipped himself into the warm water. Then the girls face reappeared. Telling him to go under the water so he did. Then Anne came in and tried to pull him out.

But she can't, he feels like he weighs a tonne. She could feel her hands slipping, and she let go. Suddenly the bottom of the bath dropped. Pete felt like he was going down a slippery tube, but with rocks on the side. He tries to hold on. 

He's holding on for dear life. He looks down and there are people being roasted by demonic creatures. Anne turns around, and Pete's little brother is at the door. "What're you doing? You going for a shower?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.  "Yes! Get out!" She screamed.

Suddenly Anne and Pete woke up. Pete was in this sort of apartment. Anne wasn't there, but all his CD's and record and all were there. Some how this felt like home. He went to go to bed and he layed down. When he did he felt this wet sensation run down his back. He turned around and there was this wet stuff all over him. Then the doorbell rang. He quickly grabbed a rag and tried to wash it off.

Pete answered the door. "Anne?" The lady stared confused. "I'm not Anne." She said. "I'm just a sales lady selling beauty products." Then Pete noticed she was wearing a necklace that was like a fish symbol. Then something shot out of the fish to where his third eye might be. 

His third eye opened and he had a vision that in his and Anne's past lives they were running from fugitives. His eye closed. "Do you need some help? The lady asked.

Meanwhile, Anne woke up in a king sized bed with no one else there. She got out and noticed she's pregnant. Anne walked downstairs. The tap and oven were on in the kitchen, but there was no one in the kitchen.

She went outside to get some air. She as welcomed to a path lined with rose hedges and daisy arches. There were fountains in the yard, and at the end of the path there was a large golden gate. She turned around and saw that she was living in a mansion. There were two children playing in the yard.

Then an official arrived at the gate. He was wearing a nice suit, his hair was slicked back, He was smoking a cigarette and he had a pair of sunglasses on. He stared for a moment at the yard then to Anne.

Then the man took off his sunglasses.  .  .