- Fifteen years ago, October...
A small, six-year-old Courtney slowly sat up in her bed.
The girl rubbed her eyes gently and took a moment to get adjusted to the light streaming through her curtains.
Courtney's room was utterly unchildlike. It was painted in somber, black and red colors and decorated with antique princess-like furniture.
Courtney's room was also decorated with posters of the macabre.
She had ones from slasher flicks, from chilling heart-pounders, and even some more niche horror films.
Courtney had never been scared of frightful things like other kids her age. She thought they were cool instead.
No one could really figure out where her interest in these things had come from, but they were slowly giving up on figuring it out.
Courtney was still just as gentle a child as one could be. She just derived joy from a more mature form of entertainment than other kids her age.
Still rubbing her eyes, Courtney swung her legs off the bed and slipped down.
