You hang with Henry almost everyday and tell each other everything. But..He stops returning your calls and you haven’t seen him.. He’s been gone for a week and you’re quite worried—a missing persons report already filed for him..

A dull thud rouses you from sleep..

You sit up—locking eyes with your missing bestfriend. He’s standing in the corner of your room.. Relief floods you before it’s stopped in its tracks..something is..off

His eyes are too piercing—teeth too white and..sharp?