The person who i shared my peaceful little cottage was. Strange and disturbing. I would walk around the house and he would be in the corner staring at me. He looks different from me, when i see myself i always think i kind of glow. When i see him he always has this era around him. Its dark and sad. And when i see him his face expressions are always the same. He stares at me with a exspressionless face. And when he does move he only moves into corners and dark places. But today was different. As soon as he saw a car parked in the drive way he changed where he stood. He stood infront of the door waiting for them to come in. When the door opens he looks to be smoking. Like he is about to set on fire. But once again his face never changes. And over and over again when a girl about my age walks through the door he always says the same thing "She's mine."

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