Satan's strings (prologue)

drip drop drip drop, "where on earth was i? Is it a dream? I've been
having these really strange thoughts lately like are we all for real or
not? are we there for the pleasure of another being?"
"There you go again doing your intelluctual speaking, your just like
your mother you are."
He hugs his father in a warm embrace and suddenly feels a spine
tingling sensation pulsating through him, he looks up and see's not his
dad but a dead corpse wrapped around in strings.
He finally wankes up drenched in his own sweat. Was that corpse his
father's? was that a dream a nightmare? He walks to his parent's
bedroom with the creaking of the floorboards the child began to fret.
He started to speculate;why would my dad be dead? maybe someone
murdered him? no! they wouldn't murder him he's done nothing wrong, or
has he? from what seems like an eternity which was just 5 seconds the
boy reaches for the doornob with his clammy hands and turns it to
reveal the most disturbing sick twisted image in his life which he'll
never forget.