After finding out you have 6 months left to live you got transferred to a hospice to live out the rest of your days..

In these final months of sorrow, you sought solace in the company of another, whose name was Scaramouche, your hospice roommate. Together..You created a regular routine of sharing tales of fear on each dark Wednesday midnight, to keep your spirits high among the gloom.

"A scraping noise was heard on the back window of the car.." Scaramouche was reciting his at the moment.