When I was little, like 10 or something, there was like this spooky, old shack up the hill from my neighbourhood, everybody tried to keep a distance and I never understood why, nobody had lived in there for years. One night my friends and I thought it’d be a good idea to go check out the shack and hang there for the night. Outside the house we all holding our sleeping bags and torches. We never went in, because we hear could glass shattering and screaming coming from the house, and the shadow of a girl standing at the window holding. A. Knife.