I had a friend throughout high school, his name was Marcus. Typical high school guy looks - black hair, slightly tan skin, stoic expression. Typical guy? No. I don't know why, but he wore contacts that made his eyes look red. I never really questioned it. And he never really talked to anyone but me. He had an amazing laugh, though. I loved it. It was dark, deep, maniacal and maddening but beautiful and relaxing all at the same time. One day, I invited him over to my house to study for the upcoming test. He told me that he works best while listening to his music, so I let him while I did my work. After a while, I got bored so I poked him. I asked if I could listen to his playlist. He shook his head. "Why not?" I asked him. "You'd be scared of my interests." he said plainly. "Bet I wouldn't." I said and smiled. He looked at me with his red eyes and smiled eerily, I loved when he did that. "Okay." He said and placed the earphones in my hands. I put them in and my expression turns to horror once the 'music' starts. It was screaming, crying, static, all belonging to animals and humans and babies. There's heavy static at one point, and then it sounds as if someone were stabbing someone else. Then screams. Then a laugh I thought was awfully familiar. "I can make you a copy." he said with a large grin.
