I Don't Like This Story And I Think Its Boring

The first time I saw Steven, he painted a hex sign on my right arm, and I couldn't move my fingers for three hours. I had thought nothing of it and I tried to find a logical explanation like perhaps a muscle cramp, however, now, I know that he's different. Trying to avoid him isn't as easy as one would think. He lives next door, and his mother and mine are good friends. Today, while I was at his house for lunch with my mother he didn't touch his food, but instead sat there making pleasant conversation with us as if nothing was different. After everyone else had finished eating he politely excused himself and exited upstairs to what must have been his room, or perhaps his lair, knowing him. When his mother questioned me for not following my play friend I simply stated that I was fine where I was and that I did not need to leave the living room. She seemed a little annoyed with this answer as if she was hoping that I would leave. So rather than remain in this uncomfortable situation my curiosity lead me upstairs to my futuristic doom. When I got upstairs I could see three rooms with closed doors. Around the corner I found the forth room. I could tell that this fourth room must be his because it had the same black hex symbol painted very large on the door. The door was cracked open to the extent that I could see inside without him realizing he was being spied on too easily. He was reading, and for an eight year old, or any person for that matter, this was kind of strange. It was a particularly large book and it appeared to have around 800 pages in it with tiny print that I could not strain my eyes well enough to be able to read from the doorway. In his room I was able to see a typical bed with a blue comforter on top, and a set of shelves with what looked to be handmade weapons of some sort resting on the shelve peacefully. He soon turned around to find me at the door peaking in and looking around at my leisure. I was scared. He seemed like a nice enough kid, but he was just so different. He came closer, opened up the door, stared at me for a while, and eventually said, "Do you want to play a game?"

What kind of a game could he be thinking? Could it be the tie her up and sacrifice her to the Gods of darkness game? I'm most certainly not playing that game. Though, he looked so sad and lonely, I didn't want to be rude, and I couldn't think of anything better to do, so I replied nervously, "What kind of game?"

"I want to take you to a world that you would know of as only imaginary where we can race in the sky. I haven't told many people about it, but its so lonely there because there aren't any people, so I'd like to keep it a secret." He replied back.

"You say you want to take me where?"

"I want to take you to my world, I like to call it Zeldon, because I don't have a better name for it. Its perfectly safe, like I said, there's no one there."

Just what I need, an imaginary kingdom to be alone with him and his sacrificial games. This doesn't seem safe at all, however, I don't care. "Alright, I'll come." I finally replied with a regretful tone.

"Follow me." He said delightfully.

I then did as he said following him into his dark, surprisingly empty, closet. He closed the door to make sure not light came in. He then turned around and wispered something softly. About 2 minutes later I found myself with him in a land where the background constantly changed. "Think about emptiness and white." He said.

That was what I did and my surroundings soon settled. "You have to understand, you will be in whatever area you think about and it will be the real place, however, you will always have supreme power." He informed me.