It was too dark for Viktors taste. He was afraid of the dark, but no one knew that. He was in the backyard of his parents' home, listening to the sounds all around him. Suddenly he heard a snap to his left. He opened the tent flap and saw nothing but darkness. Closing the tent flap, Viktor huddled closer to the wall, trying to keep his heart rate down.

Snap, crash!

Viktor stormed out of the tent, torch shaking in his hand and saw his father lying in a pool of water, the broken picnic table underneath him.

Viktor laughed.