It was the 1980s. Lee was always a misunderstood teenager. Dark and weird they say. Well, like his mother always said, fuck them. Who needs them anyway? Well, his mother was brutally murdered, leaving Lee with his father and his stepmother and stepbrother. Lee describes his stepmom as heinous, always blaming him for anything that even bothers her. He was done with life, and he sought solace at the nearby cemetery, resting against a young woman’s grave. Unmarried the tomb said, described her as gorgeous but heartbroken. Her statue on the grave, so… misunderstood. Hauntingly beautiful.

One day, a crashing sound could be heard from his bedroom, causing him to stand up and run to his room. His window was broken, and standing there was what seemed like a dirt monster, a feminine grunting sound coming from the monster. He screamed bloody murder, grabbing the closest thing he could find. A brush. He threw it at the thing, causing her to collapse. Well, Lee had to know who it was, so he scrubbed water where the face might be, revealing a pale woman, black hair in a black dress, black bags under her eyes.

“Wait.. it’s.. it’s you! From the cemetery, right?” Lee’s eyes widened, staring at the dirty woman, her right hand missing. The woman grunted, coughing up bugs and grime.