In two sentences, create a bad horror story.

You groggily swim back to consciousness, only to find a smelly, fat man looming over you. “Hmmm” he drawls, “it’s time for your soul healing among which…”
 
Joshua Moon hears a knock at the door and opens it. On the other side is Ethan Ralph chugging a bottle of whiskey with a hungry look in his eye.
The Dixie troll leered at Joshua moon and pointed to his engorged stubby member dripping precum through his stained tracksuit. "It's a full moon tonight, Joshua Moon, and I'm hungry like the wolf!"
 
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