“The light comes on and . . . Holy shit.” Artice closes his eyes. “Mr. Toy Man is standing there buck-ass naked in front of me. The first thing I notice are all these scars on his body. Fucked-up shit. Then I see he’s got a knife. A big-ass OJ knife. Worse thing, though, was the look on his face. Scariest thing I ever seen. He’s always been this smiling, happy guy. This was like a demon took over.