ThePARANOIDghostWhen he was alive,he dared not step outside for fear ghosts would kill him,tear him limb from limb. Now none know how this problem surfaced but whatever it was it left him pretty worthless.He checks the locks everytime,in a house where not a light shines.Knowing the answer the lights would give him cancer.Every second,every mintue, every hour,he cowers,underneath the grandfather clock that towers. He has not left that house in years because of all his imaginary fears.
One day a vistor came to see him and not one that would tear him limb from limb.it was not a friend of his, he had lost them a long time ago. the vistor knocked on the door but no one showed.He became frustrated and kicked the door down,seeing as no one was around.It was pitch black,so he turn on his flashlight,what he foud was not a delight. A skelton of a man with his head coverd with his hands. The vistor knew not what