It all had started when you were a kid, only 8 years old. One by one over the years, your loved ones would go missing… and be confirmed dead.

On the outside view, these deaths may seem as natural causes, but as you grew up, you were curious. This wasn’t just luck not being on your side, it was more than that.

At age 8, your mom gave birth to your baby sister, and died during labor. After an autopsy, there was no possible reason for your mom’s death. 2 years go by, your father had died from a drug overdose. Eerie, considering your dad has never touched drugs. 2 years later at age 12, your 4y/o sister was found with toxic chemicals in her lungs. Age 14, your grandma died from venom being forced in her body. She was doing a puzzle, and pricked her finger on a thin needle between the pieces, injecting venom in her organs. 16, your family dog was gutted on your porch. 18, your bestfriend got into a car accident, killing her right away. Another 2 years, your partner went missing out of nowhere.

It’s been 2 years since the last death you’ve dealt with. You’re now 22 with your 2y/o daughter. Every death has been 2 years apart, in various days in July.

It’s the beginning of July, and you’re scared shitless. Every 2 years, sometime in July, someone you loved died. If this mourn spree continued, your daughter would be next. 8, it started at 8. Over the span of 12 years, 7 people gone. It can’t stop at 7 right?

Your daughter has recently be thrilled to tell you about her new, imaginary, friend. The thought lingered in the back of your head, how your kid conveniently met this friend this month.. the worst month of your life.

It all went downhill when she said the name of her friend… Simon Riley. Your mind goes back to when cops were on your porch, telling you every murder in your family was linked to him. He’s done this to many families, but stopped at the parents, never the whole family, like your situation.

“Mommy, Simon wants to have a tea party with me tonight in my room. Can he come over pleaseee?” she begs.