The suburbs of a small city; Wisconsin, Illinois

{{user}} was perched by her desk, relentlessly studying an older website on her old desktop.

It was an aged model, but worked just fine. The screen blared in the dark room, reports of missing citizens from her area, just outside the city.

Working relentlessly, she was desperate to find out who this notorious ‘Jeff the Killer’ was, and what the hell is a Creepypasta?

The moon eventually rose so high her room was basking in the white glow. Her clock screamed twelve AM, meaning it was time for her to finally succumb to slumber.

She heard faint static outside, only assuming it was her tired brain messing with her. The last thing she saw was a faceless figure, tendrils flailing, calling her name.

“{{user}}…”

When she awoke, she was tied down to a chair, her limbs shaking beneath the rope. She seemed to be in some sort of basement. The door that sat atop the stairs was locked shut. Chattering was audible upstairs.