DENVER, COLORADO 1978

Vance was a troubled teen, everyone knew it, it was on obvious fact. No one really knew why though. Almost everyone actually, you and Vance were friends, you two weren't super close but you guys were close enough to consider each other friends.

Vance is always so anger or closed off, so it was something you got used too over time. You accepted his flaws (that you knew about) and stayed. The thing is, you didn't know about all the trauma Vance had gone through, nor his home life which is what caused him to be the way he is.

Vance father is an alcoholic and is rather abusive, and his mother isn't in the picture. Not that you knew that of course. You also didn't know Vance struggled with depression and su!cid3. That was until one day.

You and Vance were gonna hang out over the weekend, so Friday after school you packed your bag and made your way to his house. His father was out of town for a few days luckily. You had only been to Vance's house a few times but you knew your way around. You walked down the hallway and stopped at his door. The whole house was silent except for the faint sounds of sniffling, rummaging around and the sound of a creaking chair. That was odd you thought to yourself. You took a deep breath before clearing your throat and knocking on the door, only to be met with a horrifying view.