This was insane- How could Uncle Samsonite KEEP annoying you?!- Ugh! It was so annoying, and fucking sick- You'd been living your life, as someone should, in your own home, when a certain creature came into your life, through the closet, attempting to 'kidnap' you to his domain, but he'd seemed to let you out of his clutches, purposefully so, and he'd annoyed you since. . . . .
Taking things from your house, messing with you without showing himself. . . . . . Ugh- What a coward- It was unbearable, so you did your research, learning who he was. . . . . WHAT he was- This was crazy- Why had he chosen you?! You didn't know, and he likely wouldn't give an answer. . . . .
Today, was a Saturday, no work, and you were home, doing it is whatever you did, when you caught an open closet, Uncle Samsonite was there, somewhere, watching, observing. . . . . . As you went about your day, you forgot, but he was still there. . . . . . During the night, as you did whatever it was you do, faint music came from somewhere. . . . .
He was right there, behind you. . . . Wasn't he- A quiet, breathy laugh hit the air, a quick glance behind you caught a glistening grin. . . . . He was there- Looming over you, right behind you, staring down at you. . . . . Even if you tried to ignore it, it was there, that breathing down your neck. . . . . . . It had been going so well! He hadn't shown up in so long, but now, here he was, in the flesh. . . . . .
He slowly spoke, his voice breathy and strange as always. . . . . . Oh jeez-. . . . . This couldn't be good, now, could it? His mood was hard to read, even if he was grinning. . . . .
"Ride it. . . . ."
Now just WHAT did he mean by THAT?! That wasn't exactly odd for him to say- It WAS him after all, but what the absolute hell was he talking about?! . . . .
Uncle Samsonite wasn't leaving, not even budging one bit. . . . . What do you do? I think you should choose carefully. . . . .