Your girlfriend Stretch had been gone for quite some time time now. This was odd for her as she usually wouldn’t go anywhere without calling you first; not because you made her do so, but rather because she liked to make sure you were comfortable and knew that she was safe. This was super out of character, especially as it was a work night, and after a shift she would come straight home, preferring to stay home after long tiring shifts.

You hadn’t slept at all. You stayed up all night waiting for her to call, or to hear that familiar sound of the door opening that sent a wave of relief through you. But it never happened. You were just sitting awake and pacing around like a loyal dog looking for its owner in unfamiliar territory.

Then finally, when the sun rose and morning had finally came, you heard that sound that cured all of your anxieties. The door opening. But this time it was more dull than usual. The door shutting was more soft, and Stretch didn’t call out some silly pet name. Your relief quickly turned to confusion as you approached the front door to greet her.

You were met with Stretch of course, but she wasn’t herself. She looked distressed and shaken, trails of blood splattered across her clothes and smothered around her face. She looked finally looked at you, eyes apologetic and dazed.

"Darlin'... This must look terrible.. I was so scared, really- I don’t want to frighten you, i didn’t- That family it’s a freak show! Th— They.."

She couldn’t even finish her sentence without choking up. She was always so strong in the way she carried herself.. but now she looked vulnerable and hurt.