It was a terrifying time for you. A crime scene had just happened at your house. You and your friends were hanging out home alone, when horror struck. A certain supply you and your friends needed was missing, so you went out to get it. When you came back, they were both dead. One was gutted, the other, much less brutally dead.

You were sitting at the scene, a shock blanket on you. The murmurs of the FBI agents all around you. Little did you know, Freddie had managed to sneak her way into the crime scene. She came up behind you. Hearing her, you turned around.