He came unannounced once again. His constant knocking was unnerving and unbearable. It was forceful and angry such like an amplified heart beat. I was afraid; I knew he was up to no good once again. He sat me down, confusion and mischief in his eyes. His pale skin untouched by the harsh sun rays. He had a soft soothing voice but every word powerful and distinct. His presence was ghostly, almost like a quiet thief not noticed by anyone but his victim. His eyes had changed once again, one brown and the other white with the pupil very visible. Even though his features were very scary, I was use to seeing him. His white gown followed him like a tail that trailed closely behind him as he walked. It was a hospital gown; He was a psychopathic patient to me as his ideas were irrational. I was angry that he had come uninvited once again and I stressed this to him with rage in my voice. He didn’t seem phased by what I just said and his attitude had not changed. He told me to start preparing. He always brought bad news, mainly about what he was about to do but was just warning me. He told me that he was going to be at the party. I politely asked him not to come as he would spoil the evening.
