A man was in the rain in front of my house.

I never saw him in my neighborhood, so I called out to him.

“How can I help you, sir?”

He looked up at me, and I saw his face.

It had been covered with a cloth from the mouth down, and his head was irregularly shaped.

His eyes were dull, shaped similarly to a moon.

Except, of course, the moon had no light on it, and was significantly darker.

I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Who was this?

Why was he in my neighborhood?

More importantly… Why was he walking toward my house?

“Sir, this is private property, I’ll have to ask you to- to get off.” My voice wavered, as he kept on walking.

He disappeared into my porch, and my face paled. I locked my door tightly, along with my window.

Moments later, I heard steps on the stairs.

One knock. Two knock. Three knock.

And then nothing.

I stayed in my room that night. But I woke up to a small stomping noise.

My eyes blinked open, and I saw two hollow eyes, standing above me.

I screamed loudly.

And then I was gone.