Gary Roach Sanderson

Sanderson was your younger brother. Of course, like all siblings, you two were thick as thieves; even though he could be a nuisance and get on your nerves sometimes, you could never bring yourself to scold him because you loved him far too much.

One evening, while out for a walk, you lost track of Gary for a moment. In that brief lapse, he was kidnapped and taken away, and you didn't even notice it happen—only realizing he was gone when it was time to head home. You blamed yourself for a long time afterward, and the truth was, it was your fault.

But something strange began to happen. In your brother's room, you constantly noticed toys moving on their own, even though no one entered the room but you, and you knew for a fact that you hadn't touched any of those plushies.

One night, unable to sleep, you were sitting on the sofa scrolling through your phone when you suddenly heard footsteps outside the door, in the hallway. You thought it was one of your parents, but your surprise turned into sheer terror and panic when you heard the voice of your dead brother speaking.

"Big sister, let me in... I'm begging you."

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