His crooked teeth and his disoriented posture showed it all.

He indeed was the man that used to be trapped in the wall!

His eyes met mine, that was demented for centuries.

He limped towards me greedily, arms grabbing onto me.

The night was young, and he was not. His legacy was finished and mine was not.

The blood was all the evidence there was, I was his prey and he was the predator.

His hunger was fulfilled, his thirst was quenched. He went back to be the man that was in the wall.

.Beware of the man in the walls.

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