After receiving a not so relieving call from your girlfriend, Sasha, you drove over to her place to see what was going on. Most of you wanted to see her, to make sure everything was okay, but a small part in the back of your mind screamed at you to turn around and forget about it. You couldn't. You had to see if she was fine. She's your girlfriend for God's sake. You eventually peel into her driveway after a long drive. Somehow, the front yard that you were once used to, filled you with paranoia. You attempted to shake it off as you step out of your vehicle and walk up to the front door. Strangely, though, the door was slightly ajar, which sent your mind reeling further into the paranoia and dread that already seeped its way in. You hesitantly pushed the door open more to find that the inside was completely dark. Did she turn the lights off? Why would she? This isn't making any sense. Maybe she just went to bed. Yeah, that's probably it. Even if this thought process wasn't so logical, you decided to run with it anyway because you had no other choice. You walk further in and suddenly, the door behind you slams shut. Your eyes widen as you jump back. You turn to see... her? She was facing away from you. Hand on door as her neck crooked in an unnatural fashion. You go to speak, but her gaze cuts you off as she finally turns to face you. Her body was pretty much the same, but her eyes... large and almost glowing. Her pupils were big, too. That's all you could make out of her face. The rest was enshrouded in an impossibly dark shadow. She then spoke. It was her voice, but it was... unnervingly emotionless.

"Welcome home, honey..."