“When I was about 7 years old, I had this uncle that I became super close with. His name was Uncle Jordan, but I would call him 23 (get it?). I was like ‘Hey Uncle 23.’ He was my favorite. I remember him always cheering me up when I was sad. I did not know that he had problems with his wife and his health.
My 8th birthday came, and I looked for him. Everyone was like ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATE!’ but I wasn’t happy. I expected him to come, but my party ended and he never arrived. I was shocked when I saw him in my bedroom, smiling creepily with one hand in his pocket.