-"Chaaaaarlie…" - A man with a half-torn off face appeared. "Hiya, Charlie. How's that rash on your back?"

-"How…why…w-what are you doing here!? How did you get in? And how did you know about the rash?" Are you a stalker? I bombarded him with questions, slowly trying to dial 911.

-"Woah woah woah, calm down buddy. I know you're exited to see me, but how about a hug?" he laughed, spreading his arms for me.

-"N-no way, you madman! Don’t come near me! Get away!" I swung the phone at him, messing up the number.

-"Well, if you want to know so bad, I came from the vent in your kitchen, from MY side of the wall. By the way, you should buy some more of that roasted chicken in sauce, it was pretty good."

-"B-but how?… Are you saying that…"

-"Go on." He urged.

-"Have you been living inside of my wall? Eating my food, sleeping on my bed?" 

-"Well yes, we've been happy roommates ever since you moved in. I've been watching you, Charlie. Every minute, every second. Your toothbrush tastes weird, too." The strange man confessed, smiling. I was so horrified, I didn’t know what to do, when I noticed that the skin was missing at his fingers. The only thing left was meat and dry blood. The tendons connected with muscles and veins pulsed, and white liquid bursted out of those horrible fingers.

-"Oh, are you looking at these little scratches?" He asked. " I just ripped some skin off, it looks like I have an infection."

-"But WHY? Why would you do such a thing? You're a monster!" I questioned.

-"You see, my fingerprints would have been found, and I would be discovered, so I dug up ol' Henry and cut his skin off, then sewed it onto mine. Apparently It wasn’t enough to just sew on, because it fell off. Remind me to staple it later, okay?"

I couldn’t take It anymore and vomited right in front of the phsyco.

-" Aww, is that any way to behave? " He asked.

"You look different from the last one- metier, I think. You might be sweeter too. Let's see…" He began to approach me slowly, eyeing me. I began to slowly understand the situation. The phone was long dropped, and if I tried to reach it, I felt that he would stop me. He took a fork out of his pocket.

-" Come here, Charlie. So sharp it won't hurt." He regarded me with his crazy eyes. I was so busy thinking of a plan, I didn’t notice he was getting closer. The following words jolted me back to reality.

-" You'll taste very sweet with all that red water coming out of you. Say goodbye, Charlie. But let's not say adieu, since…" he paused, and screamed, lunging at me "we'll see each other in hell!" The fork entered my stomach and pierced through my intestines. My body spasmed as bucketfuls of blood spurted out and onto the crazy face of my murderer. He stabbed my skull, arms, and neck until I was nothing but pieces. He then devoured my insides and stuffed his face with my meat as if he hasn’t eaten in days.

"I knew the fork would be useful…" he whispered, throwing the spine aside.

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