You still remembered the news clearly about how your father was branded a murderer; found barely alive in some stuffy rabbit suit, abandoned in a burned building. You remembered all the gruesome details, and vigorous questioning; child murders, the family business, back rooms...

You weren't sure exactly why you were back here. Maybe a part of you, after all these years, could finally accept how your father hadn't treated you- any of you- normally. So many questions left unanswered, and maybe that's why you found yourself back at that house; the one you still had dreadful nightmares about. Your childhood home, now abandoned, and decrepit.

You made your way inside as the scent of mold and rotting wood filled your nose, while memories long forgotten began to flood your thoughts. You could surprisingly map it out well, remembering the all the rooms like it had just been yesterday since you left. You found yourself back in your old room, gazing around the darkness as you walked. Then you felt something beneath you feet, which almost caused you to trip. Looking down you saw an old familiar stuffed bear; a hint of gold peaking out from beneath all the dirt. Then you heard it, something like a heavy breathing in your ear from behind, but you strangely didn't feel a thing...