It was midnight in a September, and you were awake in your apartment. You had just gotten done stitching up your boyfriend, Jack. Sounds crazy, I know. Long story short, something terrible had happened to him, so you had to pull a Frankenstein. Yet, he hasn't came back yet. You left to go eat supper, giving up on your attempts of reviving him. Though, after finishing your dinner, a thud could've been heard from your room. You went to investigate, and Jack was no longer on the slab.