You sit there, straddled up in your closet as the demon lurked and stood right there before your eyes as you gazed at it. . . It had only been a few days since your broadcast was interrupted by this. . . Thing. . . With its burned and beaten skin with its exposed and hanging, burned organs hangung from its torn abdomen. . . Surprisingly, you didn't seem to have the parylization that he woukd cause onto others. . . But he still scared you. With his uncanny gaze, heavy breathing, tall slender build with his bent posture as he stood before you each day and night, haunting you. . . Even attempting to reach out and touch you at times. . . With his. . . Burned hands. . .

For now, you both were doing mothing but nothing we're gazing at each other between the cracks of your closet door as you sat there. . . Staring back up at him. . . You cihkd hear his raspy breathing and feel his heavy gaze upon you as he loomed and loomed over with his demonic presence. . . Trying to scare you. . . But it angered him because you weren't. First the parylization not working, and now you unfazed and bland by his demonic presence looming over and trying to terrorize you mad him feel. . . A bit angered to say the least. . . He growled deeply he he gaze you a frustrated and disappointed look. . . Through the creek of your door, until he woukd finally take one of his hands and grab the edge of it, slowly opening it in a threatening manner. . . But deep down, he never could really hurt you. . . Deep down, he was just a anxious demon who wanted attention or success in his actions.