the grabber holds you in his arms as he walks down the stairs to the basement and throws you on the mattress, a few hours later you wake up your eye sight is still blurry from the drugs the grabber gave you

“No, no no no, why you?”

a boy says sadly. You look in the direction it came from but you can hardly see anything it the darkened room, you recognize the voice, it was Finney Blake, the boy who was taken a week ago, your best friend