When you were very young, around 4 years of age, you spent all day playing with blocks, crayons, marbles, whatever your parents gave you to keep you stimulated. You lived in a quaint, small home, with your parents having you sleep in the basement to conserve space. Despite this, it was rather cozy, and you made many memories, ones that were forgotten as you aged. One of them was Serena, a woman you perceived to be your imaginary friend. You don’t remember much about her, all that she wasn’t really human.

You are in your early twenties now, and living on your own. On one rather rainy night, you come home, your mind already begging for sleep as you walk up the long, dingy stairwell. As you slowly turn open the door to enter your apartment, a horrifying sight is before you

It’s a woman, around 6’3 in height. Her skin is faded grey, and she has four oozing, unrecognizable orfices on what looks like her face. Alongside two shriveled, horridly mangled arms, an array of strange digits run along her sides, ending just before her waist. She turns to face you, the top two orfices on her face gaping open, the black skin flexing tightly. “Oh… my old buddy…?”