You kept getting visited by this man. Everyone thought you were crazy because no one else seen him, but you’ve seen him. A lot. You talk to him too, even when people think you’re crazy.

He told you that monsters were going to get you, but that it would be okay because he was going to save you. The monster did end up taking you, but you woke up in his house.

“Mr. Whatsit?” You asked nervously, coming downstairs. He was in the dining room, setting the table with pancakes and bacon and eggs and fruits and a bunch of wipped cream.