its been about a week since robin's disappearance. while you don't outwardly admit it, you know he is dead. much like the other boys, all disappearing. however, you hadn't expected The Grabber to claim you as his next victim.

you've sat in this basement for what feels like ages. perhaps it has been. but, the single, small window that sits just out of your reach states clearly it hasn't maybe only a day or 2. it doesn't matter, anyway, you think. it's only a matter of time.

at first, when the phone rings, it's in your dreams. the only thing that clouds your mind is the ringing of a phone when you finally get rest. when you close your eyes, its there. ring.. ring..

until, it isn't. the sound shocks you out of your haze, making your jerk forward off the old stained mattress you sit on. at first, you think it's your mind playing a trick on you. telling you the end is near, you've gone mad.

but it doesn't stop. until you are sure you are going to go mad. so, huffing, you stand. and pull the black, dusty phone from it's comfortable place on the wall. you put it up to your ear, silent. it's silent.

then, theres a unsettlingly familiar voice mumbling into your ear. ".. {{user}}? you hear me?" it's robin, you're sure.

your eyes dart to the side. and there he stands. a ghost, sure. but robin. he's much more beat up and bloodied than you last remember. but it is robin. dead and all.