ORLY

I get home from the library, and I'm informed that "The new friend" is here to see me. Apparently someone named this bugger Frederick. He was perched in a corner right outside our front door. The creepiest thing was when you would walk past him, his gaze would slowly follow you, like a painting in a horror movie. To look into Frederick's eyes, is to stare in the face of eternal damnation. I do not doubt for a second that he has come to harvest my soul and deliver it to his unholy master, where I will toil for eternity as his fallen minion. I got to grab a few pictures of him as you can see, but when I went out later to take some more, he was gone. Alas. Perhaps he will return. Perhaps I have seen him for the last time. Perhaps he will come back when I least expect it. The constant state of fear will surely drive me mad. This is a requiem for my sanity.