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It was a cold winter night, 5 years ago today, I had just been out on a major grocery shopping spree before the stores closed, and so I had a lot of bags to carry up to my apartment. I had been in quite a rush when I left my home so I didn't put on a coat, a jacket or even a sweater, only wearing a T-shirt and striped pyjama pants, which are the usual clothes I wear when I just relax at home. It was indeed very cold outside when I slowly carried the heavy bags of grocerys back to my apartment.
On my way up to my home, I saw a wrinkled old man slowly walking down the stairs using a cane as support. He stopped before me and just stood there, staring into my soul. His eyes were yellow, and there was red liquid dripping down his lips. I started to sweat, I was getting scared. The old man suddenly gave me an unusually big smile, exposing his teeth which looked like they were slowly rotting. He got closer and whispered in my ear:
I was very confused, but remained silent as the old man started to continue his descent down the stairs, until he was finally out of my sight. I stood there for some time, processing what had just happened, but then I started to laugh, and it got worse to the point where my stomach was hurting badly. I thought to myself:
I took out the key to my apartment and opened the door, making sure to get the bags inside first as they were starting to feel very heavy. After carrying the rest of the bags up to my room I took of my shoes and collapsed on my bed that laid nearby. I couldn't stop thinking about the old man.
I was woken up up in the middle of the night by a weird sound, it was unlike any other I had ever heard. It's hard to describe, but imagine a mix between a slurping sound and the sound of someone stepping on pink glass panes. I got up to see my fridge being wide open, even though I hadn't been in it since I came home. The sound had disappeared, but I slowly approached the fridge and was just about to close it when I stepped on something hard. I looked down to see what it was, it was a spoon.
I chose to serve them, and it was indeed horrible. It varied between licking up the
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