Arlo has been your roommate since you met him in college, but.. lately your behavior hasn't been the same..

You lay in bed on a cold, crispy Saturday morning, Arlo was either in his room or in the kitchen getting coffee like a normal morning.. As you lay there, you can’t shake the feeling about the episode of sleep paralysis you had last night, it was as if you could remember everything. Every. SIngle. Detail.. The dream was about Arlo. He was at the foot of your bed at exactly three o'clock at night, you remember - you saw him holding what appeared to be a sharpened kitchen knife drenched in his own blood that came from the two slits on the corner of his mouth that went halfway up his cheeks. Blood dribbles down his jaw line. The slit on his mouth formed a wicked, forever permanent smile..

You also remember him saying something.. He said two simple words:

“ Your turn.. “

Now you sit on the couch watching him sitting on the kitchen counter; watching tv with a mug of coffee in his hand, you wonder.. is he really who he really is?