MELODY'S HAUNTING PAST

"Hey! Dike," Melody nonchalantly said. She was certainly not expecting to see Norman at her door.

"Hey M," Norman smirked. "Missed me?"

Melody glowered inwardly and rolled her eyes, "I've got better things to do."

Norman chuckled maliciously.  "Aww! Really? Like what? Going after my sister?" – he taunted.

"You know what. I have an interesting question to ask." Melody crossed her arms over her chest. "I wonder.. I mean, are you sure.. your name is Norman Dike and not Abnormal D!%k or maybe Dibs?" she perked her brow and smirked.

He swirled his tongue on his lips, "I know what belongs to me, M."

He smacked his lips, "I don't need to call dibs, I grab what's mine, no permission needed, and no fucker has the guts to challenge me." Norman welcomed himself inside Melody's apartment. 

He slowly walked inside and leisurely sprawled on her couch.