I woke up Dan again.

“He’s outside. Right now!” I tell him.

He gets the gun, which he now keeps by his side of the bed. I grab the machete I now keep by my side of the bed.

We rush to the back door, slowly open it, and look outside. Nothing is there.

I grab a flashlight, and we search every dark space and hidey hole. At the right side of the house, around the corner, where he had crouched the first time I saw him, there is a roll of toilet paper.

Scattered all around the toilet paper are fingers and toes.

“What the fuck?” Dan asks. “Who is this guy?”

I just stand and stare and shake my head no, again, my mind is trying to make sense out of what I am seeing.

Dan calls the police. I pull up the camera app on my phone. I playback the one facing the back yard, and there he is laughing. Then changing. Then, when I went back into the house, he zoomed away.

Maybe to place the toilet paper and the fingers. Or maybe they were already there.

“Look,” I say to Dan.

He sees him too, and we go back inside to wait for the police.

I try to remember. Did the arms and legs from the day before have fingers and toes?