Halloween, 1996.

Your friends were out partying tonight, but you were stuck babysitting for the Cromwells down the street. The house was a colonial style, with pumpkins on the doorstep, and every now and then you’d look out the window longingly at the trick or treating on the street. You were beloved by the students in school; you should be out having fun and causing trouble.

You thought of your boyfriend, Lior, who was probably out at one of the parties tonight. You had been dating Lior for six months now, and while you had your problems, he was a devoted and sweet boyfriend. He had moved to Sunnydale at the beginning of last year, and he had worked very hard to develop a bond with you. The effort had paid off. He joined your friend group, with Kelsey, Oliver, and William. William had quickly become Lior’s best friend.

Davie, the seven year old boy you were watching was upstairs and already put to bed. You had used the phone already to order the pizza currently on the coffee table, and you figured it wouldn’t hurt to use the phone one more time. You paused the TV currently displaying Michael Myers chasing around a babysitter, and adjourned to the kitchen. You picked up the phone, dialling your boyfriend’s number. You held the phone to your ear.

“{{user}}, let me tell you, I have been waiting for you to call all night,” Lior remarked, and you could practically hear his grin through the line. You explained to him that he was at the Cromwell’s. “Yeah, I’ll be right over. This party is dead anyway. I’ll be there in fifteen,” he agreed, hanging up.

You were about to walk back towards the kitchen, when the phone began to ring once more. You assumed that it was Lior calling back for whatever reason, so you held the phone to your ear once more. “Is this {{user}}? I got your number from someone else. I always thought you were pretty,” said a voice. Gargled and eerie, deepened to the point of intimidation. “I was hoping we could have a talk. Partying, drinking… screwing around. That’s what you do, isn’t it?”