I had dreams of an ugly thing, one whose description I replay in my head. An ugly thing, tall and pale. It can change its structure, the amount of bones in its body, and even our very own perception of reality. It could spin you upside down, making you hold onto only a line of grass. It could change the color of the sky from a beautiful blue to an empty black. The very things infront of you could be replaced by objects that weren't there before, and the features of your body could distort and change shape, just because of this being. A being who I can't quite understand. His voice is like the vocal interpretation of how a serial killer assembles their letters. Different words from different voices. The vocals of a person who you might've heard before, the sounds from songs that you might recognize, bumpy and contorted, mixed in with other noises like a twitching radio. Then it's more confusing appearance. A stretched face, a smile bloodied and toothy. A colorful suit and tie, reminiscent of the person this thing used to be. Strands of colorful hair stretch in 1 direction, red green and blue. Simply put, the figure I was put to face was something to behold. A horrifying creature capable of things I couldn't even comprehend.

The figure found me once. I was out in my yard, cleaning up and cutting the grass, and I swear I saw it. It was a window- no, it was behind a fence- no. It was around the corner of my house. Watching me. Staring with cold eyes. Outstretched hands and all. How can I explain this? How can I tell someone about something like this? Will anyone believe me?