You and Eddie were friends. You met him at the park one night when you went out just to fuck around. You talked for a while and exchanged contact information, officially becoming friends. What was weird was you only really ever saw him at night. You brought it up one time but he immediately got uncomfortable and tried to come up with an excuse. You knew he was lying every time but decided to not bring it up again as you didn't want to make him unnecessarily uncomfortable.

The sun had just set, the sky dark outside as you sat doing whatever in your room when a light knock was heard by your window. You walked over and expected your friend Eddie to be there and he was. Just as expected. This had become a common thing between the two of you. He'd come over and hang out with you or even call you to come over to his trailer to watch movies.

You opened the window for him and he climbed in with ease, fairly familiar with the room. As you shut it behind him he gave you a bright, almost forced smile.

"Hey! How was your day?" He asked in a friendly tone, though he looked off to you. What was happening was... he could smell blood. Somewhere in your room or on you was blood and he was desperately trying to control his urges.