He was sitting at the dinner table, his back to them. The three children shuffled a bit, nervous to alert the strange figure. "Usually guests knock." The tall man said. "But I suppose you three are alright." The kids glanced at each other, the two that were bullies before now looked terrified, one was even shaking. "Please, have a seat. It would be rude of me to make you stand." He motioned to the table. They made their way to the table, afraid to upset the man. As they sat in their seats they got a good look at him. His skin was pale, his hair was dark, he had sharp features, none of which made him look nice. The worst parts were the smudges of what looked like sauce on the sides of his mouth, and his cold grey eyes.
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RandomA collection of short-ish stories that I wasn't sure what to do with. Mature (most likely blood and gore related) stories will have a warning if there are any. Some fandoms may be included and marked properly. Any other characters most likely belong...
