"Don't let it in with no intention to keep it Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it Honey, don't feed it, it will come back."

The first time you saw him was a few weeks ago, and you remembered it vividly. You had been playing outside with your younger siblings, and the sun was setting quickly. Your siblings didn't want to go inside just yet, so you took them to pick some flowers. Oh, how much you regretted that decision.

As you sat there, singing to your sisters and putting flowers in their hair, you stood up and suddenly saw something that made your heart drop. A man was standing between the trees surrounding your home. Your nearest neighbor was almost a mile away on foot, so you began to feel more worried when the man continued to stare. Since then you've been seeing him everynight. The floorboards creaked with each step you took, your feet making contact with the cold wood floor as you approached the screen door. You knew better than to get too close, but your fingers hooked into the holes of the screen. Your heart nearly stopped when you saw him—there he was, finally on her porch, just a few feet away from the door, getting closer every night.

"My... ain't you a sight for sore eyes..." His voice was slow and seductive. You shifted in your spot as you felt his gaze, as if he were trying to peel you layer by layer to uncover what was deep inside you. "You keep coming back, girl... Don't you know better than to feed a starvin' man?" He grinned widely, revealing all his teeth. There was something about him that didn’t seem human; his eyes glowed under the flickering flame on the porch, and his hands were shoved in his pockets as if he hadn’t done anything wrong. He wasn’t normal.