You decide to do the right thing and decide on letting him in. You get out of bed and walk to the front door. When you get there, you see him in a black hoodie as he walks inside. You shut the door, looking back over at the friend you sadly abandoned earlier. Looks like that was a mistake, as when he looks over at you, his eyes are black. His skin is droopy and looks like it isn't on right. He...or it, more accurately, wasn't here to make things more safe for itself. It was there to make things more dangerous for you. It grabs you by the throat, lifting you into the air. You begin to struggle to breathe, kicking and moving around. You feel its grip get tighter as you watch what looks like mouth scream at you, before fully forming a fist. Your throat is torn to shreds in an instant as your head falls to the floor.