You're walking home alone late one night. You turn to cut down an empty street, and you see him. Off in the distance, a tall figure stands under the glow of a street lamp. A man dressed in an old suit with a disturbing smile spread across his face. He's moving toward you. You go to speak but terror squeezes your throat tight. He stares straight up to the sky his distorted grin shining in the moonlight as he gets closer and closer. His smile cuts deep into your soul. Is he drunk? High?...No. His smile is not from inebriation. It is a smile of insanity. He runs toward you now. His buzzard grin wider than ever before. You make it home and turn around. He's gone, but the deranged smile on his face is burned into your memory forever.
