Vincent had been sitting at his desk in his apartment for what seemed like hours but in reality he had only been sitting at his desk for about 30 minutes. He let out a groan in frustration as he pulled away his studies and rubbed his eyes. He was exhausted. He had done almost nothing but study for exams these past few days. Now, none of the information he was trying to study seemed to be sticking in his mind.  A break he decided would do him some good. Glancing around his small one bedroom apartment, his eyes came to rest on a wooden bookcase crammed with books. Reading was one of the few vices he allowed himself, often frequenting the nearby bookstore where he often spent far too much money on books. As he examined the bookshelf, he realized that he was running low on new books again. A visit to the bookstore would make for a good break and get him out of the apartment for a few hours. He grabs the keys to his apartment and leaves, making sure to lock the door behind him.<br/><br/>As he walked out onto the streets, he began thinking about the past few days. The increasing pressure from his parents as they called constantly talking about how much they expected out of him and how well they thought he would do on his exams. He was tired of all those calls; they needed to lower their expectations a bit. He was doing the best he could but no matter what he did it never seemed like it was enough for them.<br/><br/>As if the phone calls weren’t enough, he was beginning to see things. It was like there was something just out of the range of his vision but every single time he tried to look at it, it disappeared. It was starting to drive him mad. Maybe it was the lack of sleep that was making him crazy but sometimes he felt that the thing that he could never see was some type of creature and it was stalking him.<br/><br/>Things wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't alone all the time and had someone to talk to about his problems. He knew why he was alone all the time, it was simple really, he was quiet and shy, avoiding parties like the plague and far too nervous to go and meet new people. He knew he needed to change, yet whenever he tried to go and meet new people; he ended up sitting around with his head buried in a book, unable to muster up the courage to go and meet others.<br/><br/>Arriving at the bookstore he noticed something different. There was a new set of wooden double doors inlaid with glass, standing next to the old door.  What was even more odd was the fact that he couldn't see what was behind the glass. The glass was clear and yet there seemed to be nothing behind the glass except darkness. He had just been thinking about needing to change and here was chance to try something new. Opening one of the doors he passed through curious as to what lay beyond.<br/>