Creaking his door open, Bob slipped off his bloodied fabric demon mask, carelessly tossing it to the side. He'd take care of the evidence in the morning.

Navigating through his darkened home was as easy to Bob as murder. Step over the carpet, around the couch, feel his way to the bathroom door nob then finally flip on the light. Flipping on the sink, Bob whistled thoughtfully as warm water fell onto his hands, washing all the sins of the day away.

Grabbing the hand cloth, Bob finally looks up at himself in the mirror, blinking slowly as he watches as a translucent creature rises above his head from behind him. He was used to hallucinations but they were never this.. clear. Slowly he feels his gut sink, air catching in his throat.

"Where do I know you from....?"