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One night, I had just gotten home from my boring part time job at a local fast food chain. After getting home, around 10:00, I got a beer and watched some South Park re-runs. Soon after, I passed out on the couch. I woke up to knocking on my door. Very low and quiet knocking, though still loud enough to wake me. Half asleep and half drunk, I stumbled across the small mountain of beer bottles from earlier that night. As I passed by the TV, I saw it was 4:01. This only pissed me off as I had work tomorrow and and didn't want to go in tomorrow like a zombie. I reached the door, and the knocking abruptly stopped. Seeing the obvious prank being pulled on me, I opened the door. What I found was an old man standing at the door. I inquired of him why he was at my door, but before I could finish my sentence, he said, "laugh at me." "What?" My intoxication has really gotten to me. He repeated this previous statement. If it wasn't for me being drunk, I probably would of realized how weird and creepy this whole scenario was. After he responded to me asking him to leave with several renditions of, "laugh at me," I became pretty agitated. I told him to leave or I was calling the police. He, of course, just asked me to laugh at him. He then started trying to come in to my house saying, "please laugh at me." In a more desperate tone. As he tried to make his way into my apartment, I shoved him back outside. His old feeble legs must of gave out because he fell to the ground. He looked up at me with a look of sheer anger and disgust. He didn't speak, he only stood up, alarming quickly; especially since a fall for a man his age would of surly broke a bone or two. He wasting no time marching up to he and slamming me into the wall just inside of my apartment. He started punching me repeatedly with such intense speed as intensity which would rival any boxer. As he continued to hold me against a wall, I regained some of my consciousness, and pushed him against the wall and began repeating punching him in the stomach, missing many due to my intoxication. This completely out raged him, as he effortlessly pushed me off of him; followed by him grabbing one of the cheap wooden chairs laying in my living room, as he threw it at me before I could get even get back up. I still dodged it and charged him and slammed him against the kitchen island. I used all my sober strength to hold him down and I relentlessly punched and kick him, although had I been more sober, I would of realized the mistake of putting him right over the silverware drawer. He quickly opened the drawer and grabbed the biggest steak knife I had. He thrusts it into my hand before taking it out. I kicked him and he dropped the knife. He then ran down the hall into my room. I followed him in where he had taken refugee in my closet. I walked up to the closet and opened the doors, but he wasn't there. I shuffled through all the cloths and boxes, but he wasn't there. I looked under the bed. Then in the bathroom, and kitchen and living room; but he was nowhere to me be seen. I called the police who tended to my stab wound and checked the apartment. No windows were damaged and all the doors, aside from the one I had let him in from, were locked. They left with the knife, as evidence.

The next night, I was laying in bed when I heard a very faint laughing. I was sure I was dreaming. It seemed to come from the kitchen. The laughing was inhuman. Then a scraping noise joined the laughing like a cursed harmony. Finally I heard footsteps coming down the hall. When they reached my door, he stopped laughing. He slowly opened the door. As he did, I saw the old man, except he had cuts all over his shoulders, his stomach was completely gone, and his intestines lie dangling out. One he saw me his expression returned to sheer disgust and anger. He charged me with the knife as I scrambled to get off my bed. He missed me and stabbed the head board as I leap out of bed. I ran for the door, but his long ancient arms grabbed me. He pulled my back into the bed and held me down, only using one arm. He aimed the knife at me and just started laughing. He stopped and looked at me with lifeless grey eyes and said, "laugh at me."

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