"I'd sense your grotesque presence a mile off. Guess you're losing your touch." Leered Trent.

The air around Trent's fist shimmered, and a nasal voice seemed to shrill out. "I was here months ago. Looks to me like you're the one losing it, buddy". An ear-piercing laugh rang in my ears and chilled my bones to the core.

"Even so, you screwed up. Enough small talk. Give me the last chain now before you breathe your last."

"Never!"

"Fine. Just don't say I'd never asked." With that, Trent aimed his shot gun at the invisible being & pumped three slugs into it's head. Black ooze splattered the walls and smeared the carpet. Suddenly, it started to move, like it has a will of it's own. The metallic liquid merged to form four distinct letters….. "I A H Z"

"I knew it! It all fits together now. Everything makes sense. Skeniahz Witnesses are really the ones behind all this mess." Trent turned to me and said, "Well, it's one long story. Would you care to hear my tale?"

Shocked beyond my senses, I merely jerked my head down a notch. Taking that as a consent, Trent ordered me to grab some really weird stuff like, a batter, honey, vinegar, salt, tinner, beer, butter & some custard. Silently, I lumbered about in a dream-like state.

"Aww.. Come on. Don’t look so stoned, Sure it's a shock, but, hey, I'm sure you can handle it!" With a daft hand, Trent mixed the ingredients together and slopped it onto the black gook. Everything disappeared in a matter of seconds.