(Ever since his parents died in a car accident. My best friend—Ethan, has been living with me. He has become poor and obsessed with money. I always tell him it’s not easy to make money, but he’s convinced otherwise and has promised to prove me wrong one day.)

It’s 3:33 AM. I’m in an abandoned mansion with my best friend, Ethan. He just went into the bathroom, and the silence in the mansion is almost suffocating. Shadows seem to shift against the walls, the sheer darkness has wrapped the room in an eerie fog.

I can’t see him properly from where I’m lying in bed. But I can hear him—he’s coming back.

“Hey man, you good?” I ask him.

“Adam, I am finally rich!”

“Wow! How?” I ask.

Now that rhymed, huff! what a poet I a—

Wait, why are you walking on your hands?

What the hell! These aren’t his hands—they’re above, but his torso is flipped.

His head is down there... What the—!?

“Adam, look at all this cash!” He shouts in joy.

“No. Don’t come close!”

My breath catches in my throat as I stare at the horrifying shape moving toward me. His limbs are at the right place, but his face—his face is at the bottom.

I try to convince myself it’s just a prank.

“Ethan? This isn’t funny,” I mutter, my voice shaky. “Get out of that costume, right now!”

“Don’t you want the money, Adam?”

I sit up, heart racing. “Stop messing around, Ethan. Seriously, it’s not funny.” My breathing grows louder, I can feel my heart throbbing in my chest, like it's going to jump out.

I stare into the darkness. My eyes glued to the horrifying figure. It keeps moving closer, its hands still high in the air. My mind can’t process what I’m seeing. My heavy, frantic breaths echo in the vast silence of the mansion. My body is sweating heavily.

“Adam, why is your body twisted?” it asks.

“But your body is—” I can’t finish. Fear grabs my tongue.

“Adam, you are not a human!” it says...