There was once a man that lived alone in his house. He was happy and didn't want to change anything about his life.
One day, he was standing on his porch outside when he heard a noise come from the house. He turned around to only see a flash of green jacket run past the door.
The next day he was I the kitchen and heard mysterious cackling sound as if some sort of laughter. He turned around to see a little man for a second and then he was gone.
The little man had a twisted face all bloody and was holding a knife in his hand.
He went to sleep only never to see daylight again.
