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After being woken up at night by knocks and letting some people in he was about to go back to sleep, the man with the blue sweater laid on bed and looked up to the ceiling.
If he didn't had a calendar, he would have already forgot what day it was, what year it was, even with it, the man wasn't sure if it was correct. He was already disconnected with the world before this, but much more now.
The world around him felt foggy.
The thoughts began to wander.
"What was the last time i made psysical contact with another human being?"
"What was the last time i connected with another human?"
"Will all of this shit get better one day?".
He stopped. He felt stupid by thinking about social relationships, he felt as an unlovable human.
Also, isn't worth it to think a lot about anything.
He felt a strange itch at the back of his throat that only a gun barrel could fix.
A snickering came from his mouth by that thought.
2 hours passed
He wasn't thinking too hard anymore but couldn't fall asleep.
Maybe smoking could make him sleepy?
To not suffocate the residents on his house, the homeowner put on the slippers and walked outside to smoke.
With cigarette on hand and sitting, he looked down. The man with the blue sweater was feeling really pathetic at that moment
Killing himself slowly with his habits and not even trying to make his life better.
Pityful.
After a couple of minutes, he looked towards the burned trees, it seemed like something was looking at him back.
Was he seeing things? The man squinted his eyes.
Not his imagination, glowing eyes were watching him in the dark.
The homeowner had the bad luck of it being the pale one and not a feral dog.
"Shit. Shit. Shit." He was muttering on his breath while standing up, his legs were wobbly.
It was something that looked like a man, but not quite, very tall, pale as a ghost, sickly skinny and that thing was only wearing black pants.
The homeowner fell while trying to escape out of panic and accidently closed the door behind him, he was doomed.
The visitor was 1 meter away, observing him down, that thing gave a wide smile.
"Howdy! It seems you are very unlucky today, young man" He said, showing all of his teeth.
"Get..get away or i'll.. i'll.. shoot!" The homeowner shouted, while pointing the gun at the entity. It didn't really seemed it would do anything to him, he knew that deeply, maybe that's why his hands were shaking and sweating.
The pale visitor knocked the shotgun out of his hands, then put him on the floor, grabbing him by the shoulders
"Get the fuck off me" The homeowner said, while trying to kick this guy. He tried to sound intimidating but, in reality, he was really frightened.
The pale one enjoyed to see the man terrified.
"What a mood you have this night" the visitor said, the homeowner was deeply offended by this comment.
"I like that from you, so defenless yet so determinant" he said, with a hint of love, which sounded creepy even when without trying.
Was that a compliment? It was nice in a way coming from this stinky skinwalker monster, but not in this goddamn situation.
The homeowner even when he was kicking, it was pretty worthless, because of the fact that the visitor's body felt hard as stone and that he wasn't kicking with all his force, his legs felt weak, his arms too. He felt dizzy, was he crying?
He had not been hurted actually, he was just, well, shocked, then, the gross taste on his mouth brought him back to reality.
Ah.
Something cold was inside his mouth, it tasted like a mix of spoiled milk, rotten meat, metal and fungus. How gross, it felt like a worm.
"What the fuck?!, did you just..." The man yelled after pushing the pale one back.
He was weirdly into that.
Maybe this could have been better if this happened before all of this.
Maybe this could have been better if he wasn't this thing now.
He doesn't feel okay by thinking about before, he tried to accept that it was over since he saw it on TV.
Maybe all of this was the reason he felt watched at night? Did this thing that was once someone important still remembered him?
Was the person of before was still inside that rotten, disfigured and disturbing body?
"You can't just.... Were you always there? Why would you.." the homeowner said with a shaky voice.
The pale one who was with a uncanny "happy?" expression and sitting on top of the homeowner's hips seemed to hesitate of what to say for a few seconds.
He giggled before answering.
"You are veeeery familiar to me, it's weird how i feel attracted to you, though, i can't seem to put my finger on why".
Of course, of course he didn't remembered, it was stupid to think things would be like it used to be.
Zombies, skinwalkers, he didn't even knew what those things were, it was stupid to think that this thing could be back as he used to be.
If the things didn't ended like that, maybe they could have lived in the same house, maybe the person who the pale visitor was before could have been okay if they had lived together.
Tears started to fall out, he was crying quietly.
For a moment, for just a moment, the visitor felt human.
A hug. It was cold, yet comforting.
Everything went blurry.
After a couple of minutes, the man with the blue sweater focused on the world again, his body was on the floor, unharmed, there wasn't any pale and tall figure near.
He was tired.
He got up and went to bed.