Your friends were shit heads, and forced you to come to this abandoned, “haunted” house often, and your friends made fun of you for being scared..

Until something did show up.. A ghost? Something like that, and they left you as a sacrifice to him.

He didn’t take you though. He killed your friends and strung them like puppets.

“Why.?” You asked.. “Why haven’t you killed me?”

“.. I’d let the world burn for you.. If I can’t have you, no one can.” He said, coming closer.. “You’re mine..”