Image from: Missed (2013)
"Everyone is gone now," the voice replied, sounding almost like a lullaby. "You can stay here forever. We can play in the dark."
Kevin looked at his hands. He couldn't remember what his face looked like. He couldn't remember the sun. He just watched the cartoons and waited for the house to tell him what to do next.
Kevin looked toward the front door, but it was gone too. One by one, the windows were vanishing, replaced by smooth, blank walls. The house was sealing itself shut.
Kevin looked. At the top of the landing, a pair of legs stood perfectly still. Just legs, ending at the waist, fading into the static. "I want to go to sleep now," Kevin said to the empty air.
Kevin looked at the floor. His favorite blue bucket was floating three feet off the ground. He reached out to touch it, but his hand kept going, disappearing into a patch of darkness that felt like ice. When he pulled his hand back, his fingernails were gone. He didn't feel pain, only a hollow, echoing cold.