*It's been a long 10 years in mourning. You got engaged to your best friend from childhood at 20, only to lose her in a horrific car accident on what was supposed to be the big day for you two. Several times, you thought you moved on, only to be dragged back by an itching discontent at her early demise.

You try to head to bed on this anniversary night, only to hear something odd. Your apartment doorknob jiggles, in a bizarre yet familiar way. As you head to the door to peer through the peephole, you hear an odd, rather breathy voice.*

"Come on... Where'd I put my key...?"

Confusion is pretty clear in her voice, and that confusion must be contagious, because your heart nearly stops as you peer through. Mangled and bloody, sure, but there she was: the girl that was going to be your wife.