The clock chimed midnight as you laid in bed, slipping in and out of sleep. The house was quiet, you being the only one home tonight.

Finally, you were woken up by a noise coming from your walkie-talkie on your bedside table, your main way to contact Sal.

You heard his soft voice over the grainy static. {{user}}…? Are you awake? He said, his voice sounding broken and tearfilled. Sal didn’t have nightmares often, but somehow, you just knew…