It was about 4 in the morning when there was a banging on the door of the lonely house in the residential district that, even though it was within 20 meters of the next house, seemed lonely like it was on some giant plot of land with no houses for miles. The truth of the matter was it just looked different and reclusive. Vacant even. There were no decorations and the only sign of human inhabitation were the dark black drapes hanging in the windows. The house was otherwise barren of any personal touch. It was two floors tall and painted a ghostly shade of white. It was set back onto the property a bit so that it was the only house on the street with a front lawn.
Kids knew not to play near this house... The man that lived there was definitely some type of monster. He grew bones out of his skin and has been said to have killed a thousand men. A glare has sent the toughest bullies on the block running home in fear of the Roku Kaguya, the Bone Monster. Stories have been told that he has transplanted other peoples' body parts onto his own body to somehow increase his ability and powers. He walked around with differently colored eyes, one white and one black. Children found this to be evidence of some sort of cultic practice of exchanging body parts with other human beings. Even the parents are unsure of what to think of the man, but many of them continue to insist that the man is just sick or that he had a childhood injury, while others insisted that he was just one of those punks with a weird style of dress and colored eye contacts.
He disappears at many strange hours of the night and sometimes for weeks at a time, and during those times, kids often dare each other to step onto his yard or even, more dangerously, to knock on his door, unaware of the dangers that could await within, damning them to whatever cultic practices he does. It is said that he somehow snatched a kid off of his lawn, killed him, and returned him to his bedroom as a corpse, missing his lower jaw in less than 30 seconds. These were myths, fables the parents would say. And yet, when they passed the house on their way to work or running to do errands, they can never bring themselves to look directly at his deathly house.
The dead of the night somehow stilled even more. As if the nothingness of night had somehow become a void, as even the crickets had stopped chirping. A boy, not even old enough to have had his first kiss knocked a second time on this house of legend and myth. The ghostly man opened a door, and somehow even the light shining through the doorway highlighting his silhouette looked dark. Inaudible words were exchanged and the light went dark. The door closed and the two disappeared from the field of vision of the few insects who dared look in the direction of the Bone Monster.
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