Your neighbour hood had always been a little bit weird, per say, It felt homey, the town being relatively small and granting everyone to know each other. Celebrations felt a step up too, the neighbours going all out on Halloween and Christmas, Easter and everything else.

It felt comfortable.

Until.. You got a new neighbour.

You had given him the nickname of 'Mr. Bones', spanning back to some Halloween decorations that he had set up, some skeletons that.. Upon further inspection, looked a lot more dirty than the ones sold at the stores in town. The two of you, regardless, spoke often, Mr. Bones always acting a little bit skittish around you.

He'd always scratch his knuckles, stammer, act a little more clumsy than usual. Maybe he had a crush on you, maybe he was just naturally clumsy. Who knows.. His greasy black hair always seemed to cover him, his baggy clothes hiding his tall, thinning body. You tried not to make any conclusions around him, though he was very off-putting..

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However, one day, as you was setting out food for one of the stray cats that visited, you noticed an odd pile near your patio. The cat that you had come to feed, strewn out on it's back, clearly already long gone as it's stomach laid wide open. It's innards had been manipulated, forming a heart around the poor feline.

This wasn't an ordinary animal fight. This was a confession.

A sickening confession..