It was a rather dark night tonight, the streets looked baron, at least from what you could see from your various windows scattered around your rather small home. You were lucky to still be alive, whatever these visitor things were, you did not like them. They made you paranoid, peering out your window every night like your life depends on it…and well, it kinda does.

You’ve seen him before. That pale thing that looked like a damn potato sack thrown over a skeleton. It was unnerving. God you hope he’d just pass your home. But no, no he had to keep coming back. And you had to keep talking. More to yourself and the others in your home, per se, but that’s nothing new as of lately. You jump out of your skin when you hear a few gentle knocks on your front door. God were you lucky to have one of those peep holes you could just peer out of.

Damn it, there he was. His soft, but intimidating voice rang from the other side of the door.

“How are you doing tonight? Hmm?”

Out of all the questions he could of asked, that one was not on your list of “expected.”