I went to Magick's house a couple of weeks ago.
I was stood at the front door for a long while because I didn't realize the doorbell was broken.
When I started knocking there was a rustling in the window by the door.
The frayed curtains were parted by a dark face covered by unkempt hair full of split ends.
The door creaked open and I was instantly met by an uncanny smell of stale garbage and damp rot.
Without a word Magick turned around from me and slunk through the trash on the floor and into a side room.
I guess I'd better go in.
Crinkle, clunk, crack. The floor was an audible jukebox.
You could hear the skitter skatter or rats in the walls and ceiling. My instincts told me they were watching me.
I followed the path of parted detritus Magick had left and joined him in his bedroom.
There was no reaction to my presence.
"I-It's so good to finally meet you in pers-"
Magick began screeching and wailing. burying his nails into his sunken eyelids followed by his scalp, ripping out tufts of hair.
I had sat my perky boy butt on top one of his favorite papa john pizza boxes.
His demeanor changed into that of a wild beast.
Snarling and gnashing his teeth, never blinking eyes trained directly on my body's kill spot.
I had to get out of there.
I dug the ball of my foot into the decomposed carpet and ran as fast as I could out of the room.
The creature followed me with the ferocity of a wildebeest.
I dared not look back at it to glance at how close it was to taking my life. I sanity would not take it.
I left the building and ran.
Ran for my life until the paved streets turned into country trails and all I could hear was the innocent chirp of crickets and other assorted insectoid life.
And that was how I met Magick.