It's leading you to the edge of the world, Craig. Stop now before you fall into the pits of hell.

I believe I am already there, he thought morbidly. Craig held his hands to his ears to block the freezing wind and shut out the voices in his head. He couldn't take anymore of it. The exposed skin of his body ached from the biting wind. He wondered when the inhumanity was going to stop.

Not until your dead, Craig! NOT UNTIL YOU'RE DEAD!

Just then, Craig screamed at the top of his lungs. He screamed for perhaps a full minute, driving all his inner voices away.

He stopped abruptly, letting his head swim a little. After a moment, he opened his eyes and peered into the mystic black. Far off into the distance, there was a tiny speck of light. Craig's bloodshot, cold, gray eyes stared fixedly on the seemingly distant star. "Holy fuck," he muttered.

Holy fuck was right. Craig was appalled that he was actually seeing something. His fear of blindness was temporarily over. He hollered into the vast darkness. The chilling breeze died instantly and the distant speck of light wavered like a twinkling star.

Craig looked around himself through the darkness. There was only the lonely speck far off into the distance. He began to walk toward it. Whatever it was, it was something. And in this world, that was definitely something to give full attention to. Craig's curiosity got the better of him and before he knew it, he was sprinting as fast as he could toward the glowing light.

Maybe it was a way out, he thought known people who had talked about the light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe this was a very large tunnel and that speck was the light at the end of it. He could only pray harder that it was.

As Craig got nearer and nearer, he saw that the speck of light was a large ball of fire, lazily drifting in the middle of the air.

"What the hell?" he muttered. He drifted closer, feeling a tinge of heat for the first time. It felt so good. He wondered if the fireball was dangerous. It almost had to be if it existed in this world, didn't it? Craig was almost sure that nothing good could ever come from this world.

"Hello?" Craig said tentatively.

The orange ball of flame flickered soundlessly in the pitch black of the Dark World. It cast odd orange light on the concrete below.

It's a ghost, Craig's mind screamed. It is a lost soul who has been trapped here.... just like you.

Craig refused to believe that. Though it was a ball of fire precariously floating in the middle of the air, Craig had to accept it because it was there in front of him. He was seeing it with his very own eyes. Still, his mind planted that seed of doubt.

"Who are you?" Craig asked.

The flaming sphere flickered, then a change began. The flame dulled from the bright orange to a glowing azure. Suddenly, it began to sprout limbs. It's changing into a monster.

Craig's mind yelled at him to run, but he stood still, unable to move, watching the glowing transformation. Even if he did run, again, where would he go?

The burning, blue fire was transforming into a figure. Craig starred transfixed as the object propagated a head. The head stretched the taunt skin of its shoulders as it came up and out. It was bald with dominant features, short horns where its ears should have been, and piercing, black eyes, and a large flat nose. It growled softly, lifting up its arms.

It is a demon, Craig thought on the verge of fainting. His mouth suddenly went dry and he trembled, fear building inside him to a near hysteria.

The demon floated several feet into the air, shining radiantly with that ominous, blue light Craig had seen in his bedroom. Suddenly, the demon stopped growling and craned its neck toward Craig.