The Man in the Shed

I shone the flashlight on him. His head slowly lifted up until his dark eyes met mine. I shuddered, as his lips curled into a sinister, creepy smile.

"Well.."He dragged out the word, making my heart beat faster. "You brought me dinner!" He exclaimed in a shrill voice as he slowly lifted his scrawny body off the concrete. "This is exciting. I'm starving!" He walked closer.

"Don't come any closer?" I had wanted to sound demanding but the words came out as more of a question. However, to my surprise, he stopped and took in a deep breath.

"As you wish..." he turned around, facing the wall. "Leave my food at the front" And he walked away.

"Erm yeah..." I said placing the plate of food down. As I walked away, I could sense him watching my every move.

I walked up to the front door of my house, but turned back and looked at the road. There stood the black Ford F-150 that had gotten me into this mess in the first place. I unlocked the door and gave one last look at the shed "he" was staying at before walking into the house. What had I gotten myself into?