I tense up as a soft sound fills the small basement. I quickly sit up, glancing around the barren walls of the basement. It's only been a day... maybe two... I shouldn't have walked home that one night. I read the damned newspapers of the missing people and the belief that it was the fault of a serial killer... And yet I did.

I breath a soft sigh of relief, my breath steaming slightly in the freezing basement. I am glad that it's not... whoever the serial killer guy is. I mean, that person is clearly a creep of sorts. I'd rather take an empty, very cold basement than dealing with the killer again.

I feel a sudden chill run down my spin before I notice a figure from the corner of my eye. A bloodied and almost dead looking figure. The figure seems... translucent. Like a ghost? Is...

"W-who are you?"