I Decided To Throw A Party While My Parents Were Gone, But The Horrific Things That Happened Made Me Wish They Never Left

There he was walking over to me in the hallway. The man from the picture Mallory texted me, but he looked much worse for his wear in-person. His skin was horrifically dried out, looking like it might flake off his skin and softly drift to the floor like the snowflakes which fell outside.
I tried to back into my room, but didn’t have time. The man was just feet away from me and I fell to the floor, still clumsy and drunk.

I tried to scramble back to my feet, but no luck. The man was now towering above me, peering down at me with dark eyes, I put my hands out in front of me in a pathetic defense, looking like a turtle stuck on its back trying to fight off a hungry wolf.

The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was the man opening his mouth wide to reveal a crooked set of yellow teeth which he descended down upon me. I could smell the hot stench of rot upon his breath in the darkness of closed eyes.

Just as I could feel that awful breath upon me. It was gone. I opened my eyes in a flash and saw a wrestling match taking place next to me in the hallway, literally on top of Brandon’s bleeding body.

It took a few moments to fully absorb what was taking place, but the man with the stinking breath’s opponent eventually became familiar.



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