When I opened the front door, the real danger began. The six-six monster has been haunting my fiancée for more than a year beneath my porch. His nose was drenched with raindrops while the hairs of his buzz cut stood on edge. I could see by the look on his face that opening the door had been a mistake by the way he had his jacket collar pulled up. When I attempted to come up with a way to defend myself or warn him away, nothing came to me. First to speak, he. 'It's a nice evening, isn't it, Dan?' Looking over his shoulder, I saw a thick layer of rain sticking to the obsidian roof tiles of the buildings across the street. 'Eh..' He grabbed my chest with his frying pan-sized palm and forced me back into the hallway of my own home. 'Dan, are you here?' As he pushed me against the wall, closed the door behind him, and turned the key in the lock, I shook my head and sighed in frustration.