â€œIt is possible that I have already dismembered you. What do you think was in that meat you ate?â€ Jon felt his stomach threaten to vomit. Instinctively , he covered his hand over his mouth. By now it was easy to tell where this old hag was teasing him, and where she was not. Though no matter how a person looks at it, after being teased the thoughts will always linger like an unwanted stain on a very white shirt.  It sent chills down his spine.  It would serve him well to hold himself together instead of freaking out.â€œItâ€™s not like anyone would miss your miserable existence, right?â€ Well, He couldn't really argue with statement but felt a little odd about the whole putting an eye in a jar thing. Eyeballs were thought to be something only scientists experiment with horribly. At that he laughed due to his terrible joke inside his head.<br/><br/>" Well if that is case, I would say I taste pretty damn good in terms of meet. A worthy choice of a man to kill. No people to miss , no family to send horrible sorrow letters for a funeral."  He was fully aware at this point his heart was resuming back to how it was before his sudden anger outburst. The hair on his arms stood up as the old hag stood up and set a plate into the sink. Well it was obvious something was wrong with this old bitch of a hag. However, his mind still couldn't comprehend what about her was different.<br/><br/>Writing on book on her would be fascinating but also very very wrong. His books never relate to actual people, and he was sure to keep it that way for a long while. He walked back into the hallway worried that at this point he was invading territory of something other than human. Which scared him practically to well hell, if he wasn't already attending a very dark, and freaky hell.<br/><br/>The walls were now drowning him in a very sad, and very horrid claustrophobic feeling. It felt as if the walls were crawling for his body to take it and eat it alive. He felt cornered, and inside his head a small voice tried to defend rationally what this feeling could be. Every thought felt like an rationality, and every move made him feel even more crunched up. It was as if a pressure was slamming down on his body just like when he was 5. Right before he watched a man snap his mother's neck. It was like a crunching sound so loud that it made ringing in your ears.<br/><br/>Suddenly his mind caved and he crumbled to the floor nearly shedding tears at the thought of the man. The man... he wanted to find him, and snap everything he held dear. His mind vaguely remembered that he was inside the old hag's house.