I used to love my backyard at night.

I could sit out there and listen to the nightbirds.

It was quiet except for the occasional car with a loud engine that passed on the busy street nearby.

I would sit out there weekend mornings and weekday evenings, either reading or just relaxing. Every sound was pleasant and serene.

Each morning and night since the demon plaguing us first showed his scarred, ugly face, the backyard started to feel like the setting of all my nightmares. Every sound now was loud and sinister.

Who was this guy? The toilet paper person he became, and the body parts, who were the body parts from?

Now sitting in the backyard is stressful, and also, there is the fear that he would show up again, and I would be out there unprepared.

Every waking hour of my day now is spent trying to figure out how to rid myself of this scary thing happening to me. I need to figure out how to take this guy down.

I read a horror book once about a man being chased by a monster. He ran from this monster all across the country. He found out that the monster grew out of mud in his backyard and was supposed to protect him, but instead ended up killing everyone around him, whether they were friends or enemies.

The apex of the book was a showdown in a rainstorm where the monster melted in the rain.

I wonder if that is what is following and tormenting me? A monster made from mud in my backyard? If that was the case, could I take him down in a thunderstorm?