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I Have To Show You Something I live in a rural town in Connecticut, nothing but trees and a farm here and there. I usually spend most of my nights watching tv or surfing the web. One night, me and my friend, Chase, were watching our favorite football team at my house, but they were getting blown out as usual, (The New York Jets) so we turned off the channel and decided to go back to his house and maybe invite some girls over. His house was about a mile away from mine, but there was a shortcut if you took a different route through the woods. This was a usual walk for me since I walked to his house about every other day, however, I usually didn't do this at night, so I felt a little uneasy about it. Anyways, We began our walk to his house and arrived to his property with general ease. We went to go open the door when we heard a voice call our attention. We turned over and saw a humanoid figure wearing raggedy clothes, he didn't look drunk or high, but rather deranged with a creepily grin on his face. He said, "watchu boys up to" trying to play it cool I responded, "not much". I thought he was a friend of Chases' perhaps or maybe I was just hoping it. He then said, "come closer, I want you to see something." I was already creeped out enough but when he said that with his deranged grin, I immediately stated to panic. Chase was trying to unlock the door while all this was going on. He was still fiddling with the locks when this man started to approach us closer, every second felt like an eternity, I felt frozen, I felt hopeless, I felt scared. I just turned around trying to ignore his presence and although I didn't see him anymore, I could definitely feel his energy. He was staring at me, not saying a word, just grinning. He started to approach us but Chase finally managed to open the door. When I first walked into the house I started playing dumb and shouted, "Mom, mom, mom!" making sure the man heard me alerting him we weren't alone although it was obvious no one was. My friend locked the door and looked at me and said "do you know that guy?" I gulped and just nodded no. I then reassured my friend that he probably just had us confused with someone else or was just messing with us. "Yeah, you're probably right." He responded. We heard knocks on the door shortly after. Chase looked at me and said "We have to get out of here or call the police or something." We ran to the kitchen to arm ourselves with kitchen knives. Chase went to look for the phone to call the police but insisted that his mom must of misplaced it somewhere. The man was still knocking consistently harder and harder every time. We went to the bathroom to hide, struck with fear. He would pause and then knock again, slowly knocking harder every time, he was getting angry. We just remained in the bathroom hidden in fear. And then finally, the knocking halted. We remained in the bathroom until we felt he was gone. About five minutes passed and we went to the door to see if he was still in the front yard, there was no sign of him. I felt relief for the first time since we saw this strange man. I looked at Chase and said, "Thank god that's over." We went to go look for the phone to call the police. To our bewilderment, the power line was cut. The man was inside the house. My heart sunk in my stomach. We looked at the back door.....it was wide open. I sat there frozen, I couldn't move nor did I want to. My friend kept insisting on leaving and kept telling me "we have to go, we have to go man" I just couldn't move. He ran out the back door leaving me behind as I heard footsteps approaching me. I felt a hand on my shoulder....I knew this was this end. I turned around and there he was, the man with the deranged look on his face...I said," what do you fucking want" in a struggling tone, he didn't say anything, he just kept staring at me, paralyzing me with fear. He said, "I told you I wanted to show you something." He went to pull something from his pocket and slowly pulled out a reddish slimy object. I couldn't make out what it was because all the lights were off but then it hit me, it was a tongue. A freshly severed off tongue. I screamed but it came off as a weak whimper. The man looked upset. For the first time, he had that abstract smile wiped off his face. He seemed offended. As if the tongue was a gift for me, and I didn't approve of it. All of the sudden, the door slammed open. It was Chase. He came back for me. I used this opportunity to quickly run out the door, we both ran as fast we could without looking back, we ran onto the street and ran to the nearest house. We started knocking frantically on the door until someone finally opened the door. It was a woman in about her mid 30's, she seemed upset and looked like she was in immense pain. She went to open her mouth to say something to us but blood started dripping on the floor....she opened her mouth. Her tongue was missing...