comment +rep if you hate all women, minorities, orphans and love teenage pregnancy. (ur a loser)

when I was a but a boy, and large man would hide himself in the closet of my bedroom. The large man would stay hidden from my parents, but I could see his eyes looking at me when my parents would open the closet to retrieve something. The large man only comes out of the closet at night. He stands next to my bed, looking down at my slumbering face. when my digital clock strikes 3am, he leans down to my ear and whispers: "your jordans are fake" and then slinks back into the closet, limp, as if being pulled back by strings attached to his wrists and ankles.