A match made in heaven - or was it hell?

by Blaufeder

One dark night you met something in your backyard. It is a really tiny goopey thingy. With adorable tentacles. Doesn't stop it holding your neighbor in a death choke, though. This meeting? Was it destiny or a punishment? You don't know. Just one thing is now certain. Setting your neighbors house on fire can be quite therapeutic. Also very great as bonding time.

1. My good neighbor, tonight you will die

Someone screams.

You shriek out of your sleep and fall out the bed. An epic fight with your blanket begins.

Like always you lose.

Your fury fills you with Perseverance.

You drag yourself up and kick the damn man eating thing from your body.

This was the last straw! You had enough of this shit! You don't care that this act of murder will most likley land you in prison!

You drap your black sweatshirt jacket over your Pyjama. Your hands reaches for your weapon of choice. You swing it up and down. Good old iron work. A little bit dented after the bear accident last week, but it will do.

Tonight your neighbor will draw his last breath of air! It doesn't matter anymore that he is rich, has good connections and thinks he is the next coming of Elvis!

Because of his banshee like shrieking, that he calls singing, all kind of things are drawn to this area.

Where do they land?! In your backyard!

Either they want to maul him to silence him forever or they want to mate with him, because his tuns sounds like the mate call of the beings species!

And who is responsible for chasing them away?! You! Because your backyard?! Your responsibility! Says the fucking lazy law enforcement! That is part of his connection network!

If the being wants the one?! Chasing away! If they attempt to maul him?! You gladly aid them!

Your ready to kick asses, when you eyes roam to the nightstand. You sigh tired. You take it and slap it on your wrist.

You just want to murder him...

NOT ERASE HIS ENTIRE EXISTENCE FROM THIS WORLD.

You kick open your backdoor, ready to fight and weapon lifted over your head. Your body stills.

Your neighbor apparently crashed out of his open window.

Why couldn't it been closed?

To your surprise the screams were not his. His can weak up the dead.

Did wake up the dead. More than once. Always have salt at hand. Always.

But the screams come from the being. A black tentacle is wrapped around your neighbors throat and...

Your title your head in a bird like manner and narrow your eyes.

Apparently he's being choked by a... a black goopey thingy?