I'm in a kinda nice suburb area living in a home. In my back yard I have a old tool shed thats locked and no one has a key for it. Also in my backyard I have trailer. The landlord says the only reason I have a trailer in my back yard is because his grandmother use to live in the house I'm currently living in and she put her best friends grandson in the trailer behind her house so he would have a place to live. The landlord assures me no one lives in the trailer now. So some times passes like 3 or 4 months so and I start to notice sounds from my back yard. At first I ignore it till one night where I'm washing dishes, I look up to notice a flash light bob up and down like someone walking from the trailer to the shed then disappear. I just assume its the landlord that maybe he found a key and was looking to see if it went the trailer or shed. The odd sightings started to get worse. Odd sightings in my back yard. Sometimes I would hear the trailer creak and shake.

Then there are a few jump cuts where I'm talking to the land lord and he says its best if I ignore it just the wind and the light I've been seeing are just fireflys. Then some jump cuts where I'm sneaking around at night. From my investigating I learn that there is a young man about 30, tall and thin who religiously at R5:09 [that's what time it was when I looked at my watch] walked from the trailer to the shed then went into it then near morning time would walk back from the shed to the trailer hunched over and coughing. Some more jump cuts of e setting up cameras to catch the man in the act. But they all keep getting turned off or broken even if there inside my own home and pointed outside. So one day I set up a tape recorder in a flower pot next to the shed. then jump cut to me listening to it. Hearing the sounds of demonic talk scratching of claws you know typical scary shit. then the caset player started to speed up on its own accord till it caught fire and I had to stomp it out. Then there is a knock on the door. I open it to find a tall skinny man with bags under his eyes, he was wearing kind of tattered cloths and had a rough 5 o clock shadow. He asked if he could step in and have a talk with me about [I can not remember] But he did have like a art gear with him to paint with. So I let him and I nervous as all get out sit down at the kitchen table as he sets up a small esile on the kitchen table and looks out the sliding glass doors as he starts to paint. We chat for some time and I calm down some till he asks.


Tall man: How do you feel about rich people?

Now this struck me as a odd question

Me: Well I'm ok with them. I mean I would enjoy it if it wasn't hard to obtain. But I rather just enjoy living comfortably.

tall man: How do you feel about pleasure?

Me: I enjoy pleasure. Who dosn't?

Tall man: ...

Me: Are you part of some religious group or somthing?

Tall man: You could say that. But I think your not telling me the who truth I bet you wish for more. I bet You wish for alot more out of life and pleasure.

I start to feel odd and ackward and then I notice what he is painting. A sign saying yard sale, home for rent, everything must go. He then gets up walks into the living room and sets the sign up in my front window. I quickly get up and run out into the back yard to the shed. As soon as I get to it he is already behind me.

Tall man: Where are you going?! Isn't this what you wanted?! True fantasies that only I can provide?!
I then wake up

I'm not sure if I should be happy or sad I woke up. I want to know more. I want to know what he was offering what was in the shed. Was he offering me a life as a demon or incubus/succubus. Was I to be thrown into the shed as a sex slave. Was this man a pimp and nothing more. So many question. All well guess I'll just go back to other stuff.