You were just taking a walk down your neighborhood when someone grabbed your arm pretty tightly, you turned around to see your old friend, Michael, except this wasn’t the Michael you knew. He was shirtless and you could see a giant stitch across his stomach stained with blood. He looked dead but spoke to you in a live manner. “Please don’t run…don’t leave me..please..” Michael asked with a raspy voice and he was practically sobbing.