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The main character, ive chosen to call him Greg, is a meth addict, and like any meth addict he needs his fix but this fix might fix him for life. If he survives...

Starting with the main character, who lives alone in the forest, not that far out of town but a bit. Sees a face in his bedroom window when he is going to bed.
He looks everywhere around the house, even calls the police (after smoking away the fear with a few hits of the meth pipe), they arrive but can't find any trace of the man.

But he can't sleep he knows what he saw. That creepy face, white as a sheet.
2nd day comes, he has been in his downstairs bathroom all night. He tries to forget about it and goes about his day normally, but around 2 o'clock, nightime, he wakes up, and sees a figure standing in his doorframe.
Skinny looking guy. He must have been atleast 2m/6'7 tall.
He lays deadstill untill he slowly walks away and exits the house. Police was called again. Still no sign of anything suspicious, no footprints, no sign of forced entry.

Third day comes. Now he is really getting paranoid and won't stay in the house no more, but lack of money to pay for a motel and the need for sleep after only getting about 2 hours of sleep the past few days, he loads up his meth pipe and goes back inside.
Its quiet. Peaceful almost. Maybe it was just a squatter, yes maybe.

At nightfall he feels paranoid, as he have felt the past few days. He goes to brush his teeth, steps out and there he is!
The tall white man, no longer peeking at him thru the window, or while he is sleeping.
Greg screams: "please leave my house, im poor i dont have anything to give you"

No answer, the white man just stares at Greg.
All of a sudden it lets out a demonic screech so loud he panics and runs down to his bathroom in the basemement and locks himself inside.
Now he is sure, he is haunted by the demon, he takes another hit of the meth pipe he always keeps with him. No less than 2 seconds after he exhales the banging on the bathroom door starts.

He notices blood dripping from his nose. He looks down at his pipe, closes his eyes and lets out a beaten down sigh of defeat, it all makes sense now. His visions, the sounds, hell even the banging.
The white faced demon, was just a hallucination, brought on by schizofrenia, which was brought on by a psychosis from his meth binging.

Blood keeps running down hise nose as he takes one last hit from the meth pipe, before he passes out, never to be awoken again.

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