1997, Bakersfield CA, 1:12 A.M.

One of your friends lost their phone at the park earlier, so you were helping them look for it, even though it was late. It was a large park; acres along acres of grassy fields with occasional trees or bushes. Small flowers blooming from the ground everywhere. A blue river running nearby. There was even a jungle gym for the children. It was beautiful. Too beautiful.

But you didn't know what or who was lurking in the shadows, the gut churning actions happening in this very park.

You went down by the river to look for the phone. It was late, and you were close to giving up. But as you walked, you saw a man crouched down by the water dipping his hands in. That was until you noticed he was cleaning off blood. Lots of dark red blood.

And sitting right next to him was a limp body, lifeless and drenched in red. There were wounds and bruises all over its arms and legs.

Suddenly, you accidentally stepped on a twig. Crack.

shit.