The following story is based on a real conversation with a friend.

I'm at the pond down the street smoking a bowl the other day, right? I'm almost finished and weird dude comes and sits by the water. His face, man, something was off about it. It had this grin and evil eyes....and he seemed way too happy. I got a bad vibe immediately and watched him real close. I didn't want to move and draw attention to myself.

A few seconds pass by and he lunged forward like a predator. He grabbed this poor duck from the water and he just sinks his teeth into it. It was grotesque, man. The squawks and screams mixed with the blood, guts, laughter and spit.

I couldn't move, I've never been that scared in my life. I knew if I didn't get out of there he would probably try to eat me too. Whatever kind of drugs he was on had turned him into a movie zombie. Maybe its was because he wasn't taking drugs he was prescribed? I don't know.

He finished eating the duck and laid down to sleep. Somehow that was the scariest part of the whole thing.