Mark was walking home from a long day of work. It was very late and all the street lamps came on. he was only nineteen and was walking alone in the dark. suddenly he heard a mumbling in the distance and a dark figure was approaching him. he was dirty and had grey hair and a long grey beard he wore tattered cloths and he clutched in his hands some bags that would rattle and clang as he walked. he didnt want to be near this man as he was afraid since it was so dark. so he just walked to the other path. but the grey haired man crossed the road and to the same path. then when he was arms lengh apart from each other the man leaped at him but he didnt hurt him or try to rob him. the grey haired man just stood there with his arms on the teens shoulder. and then the dirty grey haired man spoke to him. but not in english but in some other strange language. the teen just pulled a face and asked the man. Do you need help? just then the man became distressed and started to shout and spoke in the same language. it sounded like a series of breathing in followed by a pause at the end. im sorry. the teen said. but i have to go home. the man became even more distressed and was shouting again and shaking his head. so the teen ran knowing he was faster than the dirty old man. when the teen got to his house he pulled off his jacket and tie and threw his keys on the table. Hey mom? he yelled. yes dear. she replied voice like silk. wheres dinner? in the oven i just made it. ok thanks. ow and can you grab another bulk pack of beans for me tomorrow? sure mom. so he ate his dinner and sat and watched a film. ow can you rewind it i havnt watched this yet. his mother said with her silky voice. sure mom. Mark didnt mind doing what she said. she lets him live at home for free and always treated him right. As Mark rewinded the tape the usual noise played. wait he thought in his head. this sounds like that old mans language. was he talking in reverse?. so mark installed a app on his phone that allowed you to record something and put it in reverse and then he slept. When he woke up he was greeted by his mother. Remember to pick up the beans for me Mark. she said in a drousy voice. sure mum. he then suited up and went off to work. After a long boring day at work he was walking home in the dark again. As he was walking down the street he saw a figure amerging. it was the filthy man again still ranting on in a weird voice. Mark walked up to him with no hesitation and recorded what he was saying. But this time the man seemed very calm when he saw what Mark was doing. when the dirty man finished talking Mark reversed if and was about to press play until he got a text. Have you picked up the beans? from mum. ow shit the shop closes in ten minutes. so mark rammed the phone in his pocket forgetting about the application on his phone and he ran to the shop. the dirty man started to yell at Mark as he was running Mark took no notice and concentrated on running. When mark got home with the bulk pack of beans in hand he passed it to his mother and sat down. Thanks dear. she said in her love like voice. ill go and put these in the basement. sure mum he yelled as she walked off. Mark led back on the sofa and pulled out his phone. Thats when he noticed that the application was still up with the recording. curiouse Mark pressed play and listened as the recorder played the mans voice in reverse. BEWARE i know who he is going to attack but no matter who i warn no one can understand me but please try to listen. there is a something in your basement trust me i know he targets people like you. to avoid it never go in your basement and just leave the house if you want to live. once he had the tast for blood it will come out of its hiding spot and kill who ever remains. just then the recording stops. Mark turns and faces his basement door. I could swear mum closed it behind her?

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