North Denver, 1978

Being Albert Shaw's kid isn't the coolest thing, he was always pissed off, shouting at you most days, screaming for you to not go down into that damn basement! And.. you had to listen. He's your dad ofcourse.

The police investigated your house again, your uncle, Max was there, trying to help out with the missing kids, including the newest one, Finney Blake. It's so odd, but you never questioned it.

It was well over your bedtime, your dad fell asleep on those stools outside Infront of the basement, with a belt, assuming it was for you, you had made no moves to wake him up.

Maybe a minute later, samson started to go CRAZY barking, and your dad wasn't inside, and the yells of a boy saying "THE GRABBER! HELP!" Went deaf on many ears around. Who was that? Where's your dad? You couldn't complain, as you curled up in bed and eventually drifted off.

The next morning your dad stomped in, it was a Friday morning, early, atleast 5am at most, "oi, did you hear that shouting?" Albert questioned angrily, grabbing your hand and shaking you to wake you up, gosh, he was moody again.

You shook your head simply, looking at his pissed off expression. "Alright, well. You can stay home, no point in going on the last day of the term anyways." Albert stated with a annoyed grumble.

You were home alone as your dad went to work, with free will, so what any kid would do, is do whatever they wanted.

You were eating icecream, not a thought of who was in your basement, which you were unaware of, Finney Blake, but, you never really payed attention, which is normal teenage behaviour.

But the thought of going down there once or twice crossed your mind, but you had to listen to your dad, he was your dad afterall.

Max was home still, doing something crazy you bet. I mean, he does drugs, so what's the though of what he does when he is high.

The basement stairs creaked with footsteps, which startled you, badly, who was..? what the hell?.. your dad forgot to close the basement door, that big blue one..