You were home alone, watching some flick that was on T.V, your nightmarish step-mother, father, and surprisingly sweet step-sister (that defied all cheerleading social laws) had gone to a movie. Leaving you alone.

You’ve been visiting the cemetery often, and found a comfort in it. Ever since your mom was brutally murdered, life was just so, so peachy. Your step-mother helped oh-so much in making life peachy! (Not.)

And it might’ve been creepy, but you found a liking to one. Munson.