The year is 1989.

Bachelor’s Grove Cemetery had always felt like a second home to you, and tending to the graves gave you some sort of purpose where you felt you had none. It’s quiet. Calm.

Lonely.

You shake off the thought, continuing to tend to the grave of the young man you visit everyday.

Little do you know, that loneliness is temporary. A freak storm brings the man, The Creature, alive. He sits on the floor of your closet, looking up at you attentively with a small grunt.