In the Neighborhood

         Once upon a not too long ago time, there lived a kindly old man named Mr. Rogers, who was nice to many children and many animals and was always a great man to talk to. However, he just moved from his old location to where I live, on Roosevelt Ave, and the minute he first got here, he's acted a bit strange. I could tell by when he was moving some of his furniture and started singing a song about the neighborhood. "It's a lovely day in the neighborhood, a lovely day for a neighbor. Would you be mine? Could you be mine, forever?" This otherwise peaceful hymn he sang turned dissonant by the last line he usually said in a small threatening whisper. After that, I couldn't help but try to find out more about him, so one day I snuck over to his house to find out more about him one night.
Sneaking on his lawn, I peered in from one of the windows of his house, and there he was, although he was surrounded by a large blood-red circle painted on the floor. This was no ordinary circle though in it was a large upside down star. It was a pentagram. The symbol also appeared to be glowing luminescent, almost like fire. The pentagram was also surrounded by small black candles. Mr. Rogers was standing up wearing a dark robe. He then started to chant in some otherworldly tone, almost as if he was casting a spell. I could already tell that he was no ordinary old man. Then he sat down on a small brown chair and started to untie his shoes, then took one of his work shoes off. It should've been just a normal person's foot, but it wasn't; it was hideously malformed and colored dark grey with sharp black claws on it.
Just then, he started to speak in his voice, but it was deeper then it usually was. "My. My, I need to cut these. They're getting so long." Then he got up and stood in the middle of the pentagram and started to chant in tongues again. Just then, a dark black mist enveloped around him and when the mist cleared, he stood in his terrible full form.
His figure and composition was so hideously horrid and disgusting, that even describing it makes me nauseous, and seeing it in person was even more nauseating and horrific. His body was covered in pulsating veins and sickly grey skin, but he also had large razor sharp teeth and large red eyes. He also had large black curled horns on his head and more claws on what used to be his hands. He was a demon. I've heard all about those in Sunday school and in church, but I never thought they existed.
"Now people will see how I really am; I'm not really the kind old man wearing a cardigan sweater that everyone thinks. I want everyone to be my neighbor, I love my neighbors so much, they taste delightful. I just have to be careful that no one goes after my foot, my only weak point."
After he said this, I let out a gasp, noisier then I had planned, and I covered my mouth with my hand. Just then, Mr. Rogers the demon turned towards the window and looked straight at me and let out a shrill unholy cry. I took no hesitation to run as fast as I could away from the window. Shortly after I sprinted off, I heard him lunge out of the window, breaking the glass. I began to run like I never had before. I looked back, and I was surprised that I didn't see him following me, so I stopped and tried to regain my energy.
Just then, out of nowhere, from his garage after breaking down the giant wooden doors in front of it, he was riding on top of a large red trolley. It looked just like an actual one, but it had been set ablaze. It was literally the trolley from Hell. I started to sprint again, with the trolley quickly catching up to me as I tried to run all the more faster. I tried to dodge from side to side so as to throw it off balance, but to no avail. As soon as I was about to give up, I noticed I had just run across some railroad tracks and it was there that I fell down on the pavement in exhaustion. For a minute I knew it was inevitable that he would get me.
By some stroke of luck, I looked back and saw that there was a train that came without warning across the tracks, and crashed right into the side of the trolley. I heard Mr. Rogers roar in surprise and then fell off the trolley injured. I saw him struggle out of the wreckage as he was crawling and dragging his bloodied clawed feet behind him. "I just want to be your neighbor! Come here, child, I won't hurt you," he said, pained yet still mocking. He clawed his way towards my feet, where I stood with anxiety and still having yet to process this entire ordeal. He reached out a clawed hand, acting as if he was going to grab my leg, but he didn't seem to have enough strength to do so.
In another cloud of smoke, his ghastly form disappeared and was transformed back into his normal old Mr. Rogers form. He was still bloodied on his legs too. "Come on child, let's just go back to my house, and we can all visit in the Neighborhood of Make-Believe," he said again in a sardonic tone. He must've thought I was an idiot, does he really think that I'd trust him after this?
I didn't say anything, and took off his left shoe, suddenly remembering what he said before. "Wait, what are you doing? No. NO!" I took out my handy Swiss Army knife and jabbed it into the arch of his foot, his only weakness.
Mr. Rogers then let out a horribly loud and shrill scream. I backed up; recoiling from the loud noise he let out, and saw flames surrounding him, as the entire pavement started to shake. Then in an instant, there was a small explosion, and he was gone.
After all of this, I felt exhausted, and needed to go home. When I got back to my house, I didn't even bother to go to my room, and collapsed on the couch in front of the TV. I dozed off a couple of times, not really feeling up for sleep after this incident. As I was dozing, the TV flickered on and off with a signal a couple of times on and off, and when it finally did, on the screen, was Mr. Rogers Neighborhood playing. Mr. Rogers was standing there, happy as ever, and singing the last bar to his theme song. "Would you be mine?"