Shit… he just killed a poor old man. He didn’t have any problems with the man. It was his fucked up mind to blame. He had hid the body. But as long as he—that’s when a knock was heard at the door.

“Fuck.” Wallace groaned softly as he rushes to the door. It was his neighbor. He stood there. Mind a bit hazy before snapping out of it. “Right..uhm come in, please I insist.” He staggers out the way to the side so his neighbor could come in.