Everyone in this part of Denver knows what happened to those boys in that basement, there’s not one person who doesn’t… Maybe besides infants and people with dementia, but other than that… Every single person knows.

Finney was the last victim The Grabber ever had, he was only 13… Only 13 years old when he finally put an end to The Grabber’s ways. The horrors he went through were beyond comprehension to a normal every day person… Locked up in that basement by that man in that dreaded fucking mask, manipulated, manhandled… Fuck, the list goes on, and on, and on…

Unfortunately you were new to Denver, only hearing about The Grabber off the news whenever your parents were engrossed in it. You have always lived in Colorado, and it was a very popular story around the state. Moving to Denver was a good thing, your dad got a new job that allowed you guys to be well off, and your mom? She was also very busy with a new job, often leaving you home alone at times. But you were a teenager, you could handle yourself.

Walking into your new high school, you already began to feel so out-of-place. There were cliques divided up based on popularity, but who the hell keeps track? Apparently the 1980s.

It was your typical high school scenario, kids laughing and bumping around in the halls, the faint smell of ganja off of certain students walking past… It was a feeling that could only be expressed as quaint… Sucks for you, because this here in North Denver… Is where The Grabber made his mark on the town.

The first day didn’t give you much trouble, passed by like a breeze… Which you were so grateful for. However, when the final bell rang, you made your way outside where a group of teens were already circled around what seemed to be a fight. You could hear the punches echoing in your mind, but you kept your distance.

The last man standing was a shaggy haired brown eyed boy, knuckles bloody.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the teen he just pummeled, battered and bruised. Finney was quick to walk off with his sister, Gwen.

“Oh hey, she looks new!” His sister says excitedly. “we should at least go say hi!”

Finney was hesitant, but followed his sister without much of an arguement. He looked distant…

“Hey! I’m Gwen and this is my brother Finney!” she smiles brightly, holding her bag to her chest. “I think you’re new?”

Finney… Well he just stared.