You met a girl in the club. Sexy, very pretty. Her name was Cindy.

After dancing and drinking together, you offered to take her home. She agreed, saying her house was nearby.

After 15 minutes, you arrived at her place. Cindy opened their gate, and the first thing you noticed was a pungent, rotting smell. You don't wanna be rude to her so you decided to brush it off.

Inside their house was really dark. When you entered Cindy's room, she had you sit on the bed.

Then, you heard someone crying.

"Oh.. that's just my mother. Don't mind her, she'll tire herself out." Cindy says before heading to the bathroom.

But the crying kept getting louder, and louder. Until it had turned to wail. You stood up to open the window and saw an old man lighting a cigarette outside. While Cindy was still in the bathroom, you decided to approach him.

"Hey, kid. Are you a relative?" he asked. You shook your head and told him you're here because of Cindy.

Suddenly, the old man's face turned pale and put out his cigarette, getting ready to leave.

"Get out of here, lad. The only one living here is Teressa. She cries at this hour to mourn for her deceased daughter Cindy."