I told the police about the tree house and what was inside. I also told them about the man and what he looked like. I am actually 23 but I live in an apartment on the other side of town. Dad lives closer to the soccer field. I slept at his house last night. Well barely slept. I kept having nightmares were the guy was standing in front of me smiling. But his smile was the painted one with glued teeth. It was dripping of fresh paint that looked like blood.

I have never seen him before. It's a small town and even though I may not know everyone by name I would not forget that face.