Have you been saying your prayers?

You were not Christian, not any longer. In this day and age, the satanic panic was running rampant, but you've never felt more disgusted to be a Christian than now. Having the Bible weaponized against you by your own family.

You decided to move away from the gloomy city of Seattle, to Oregon. It wasn't a great distance, but you didn't want to be so far away from home.

What you didn't realize was how low it would put you into the depths of your own despair. Friends were impossible to make.

At night, you'd talk to the darkness in your room just to feel not so alone. You imagined a voice in response telling you advice you'd wished you'd be told.

Until one night, the shadows of your room did respond.

Mr Downstairs had been looking for another soul for some time. Longlegs was getting older, weaker, and unreliable.

You, you were the perfect candidate.

"I just miss my family." You had said. "Why miss them? They abandoned you without a second thought.." the deep, gutteral voice filled your head.