During an era where door to door salesman were a popularity, where they sold anything and everything, one man would be disgraced and become a terror to a town.

This disgraced salesman was called "Timmy Slader", his friends and family close to him called him Tim for short. Tim had a business degree, and with that education he took to the world as a door salesman, sure it didn't seem like the most entertaining or honorable job, but it made him money whenever he managed to make a sale; receiving a 20% commission became very lucrative when he made multiple sales in a day.
Of course, Mr. Slader had competition with other salesman representatives, and those who made the most sales in the month receive a bonus. This made the job very cutthroat, especially during holidays and with that being said, some salesman would go to any length to get ahead of the quota.

Despite this, Tim never had any greed nor desire to be the monthly seller, he never thought of ever ruining the reputation of his fellow employees, nor cut corners. For he believed that he is where he was today because he took full circle, no shortcuts.

One day, Tim managed to make a sale for life insurance at a choice customers home, (Life insurance being the choice of business to sell for the year) despite one of the big shots that usually make the monthly quota unable to make the sell. This cost the top employee "Derick Hardy", to fail his monthly reaching, and it put Tim to the top.

Anger fueled the now losing Derick, and he wanted to ruin Tim for destroying his pristine monthly streaks. Derick did so by advising each of his customers to not buy from Tim, slandering his name with lies. He even spread false rumors to the other co-workers, and put up fliers about Tim.

It did not take long, no one wanted to buy from Mr. Slader anymore, his friends and co-workers turned their backs to him, ignored him, and whispered deceit to each other while he was in the same room, making glances to Tim. The now disgraced salesman was eventually fired from his job, and it was at the same time that stocks crashed, companies failed, and jobs were few. This lack of work cost Tim his home and transportation.

With nothing but his black bowler hat, and brown suit with green tie. Hunger had ensnared Mr. Slader, he was miserable and desperate. This desperation caused Tim to go from door to door, trying to sell false products and programs to customers, he would send them fake deals in the mail, blackmail the customers, call them constantly by pay phones, and he would even stalk his customers at their homes.

No one would still buy from Tim and he became a known target for the local law enforcement for harassing people, but his mind snapped. Mr. Slader stood at a customers door, it was at the mid of night but with no moon in sight, the orange buzzing light of the front porch painted Tim's face.

He seen his reflection, his cheeks were gaunt and his face flushed pallid, sweat beaded his forehead and collected at his brow, his lips chapped and eyes red, stubble on his face and hair bedraggled. He reached for the glowing light of the doorbell, finger shaking violently.

Missed the first try, his gut roared at him and pain crippled his stomach, and he hit the button. *Diiiiiiing Donnnnnnnnnng* After the ring fell silent, locks turned and clicked and a familiar face opened the door.

It was the choice buyer he sold life insurance to, an elderly man with white hair, rosy cheeks and a fat belly. He grunted at Tim, "What the f#*$ do you want? It's midnight, and you look like S@&# Timmy. I'm not buying another damn thing from you"! Tims eyes did not lock off of his, and Tim whispered "So......Hungrrrrryyyyy......"

Slader lunged at the old man, his teeth latched into his jugular as blood spewed into his month. The man gasped as his flesh was lacerated, quicky they both fell to the ground, ripping out his flesh from the neck, Tim grabbed the man's head and slammed it into the white tile until the back of his head was mush. A sickening *crrk* *splrrk* shluk* echoed in the house as blood pooled onto the floor.

Viscous with hunger, Tim ate the man until he was full. He got up, plastered in blood and viscera, Slader was about to exit the house when the cops quicky screeched to a halt, and without a second, bullets penetrated his chest and blasted from his back. He fell to the ground, facing the entrance of the house, where he seen a woman screaming and crying over the now dead and consumed man.

His vision blackened, no longer feeling pain, and smelled iron. Tim awoke, but where he awakened was not light, but darkness. A suffocating thick black surrounding Tim, he could not see his own hand in front of him, screams wailed all around him and the smell of rotting flesh clogged his nose, he could feel flies crawling every inch of him.

Beastly screams vibrated his core, and a hellish deep voice called to him and said, "You know where you are, what this place must be. I give you a deal. Reside in this torture forever, or, do my bidding back at the world of the living".

The choice for Tim was obvious, and he chose...

Derick was reading the newspaper, it's headline in black and bold "Cannibal Salesman Dead"! Derick muffled under his breath, "Well holy S@&#". Just as he was about to put down the newspaper, he heard a metallic *tiiiing* It was the little brass trap on his front door, and at the base of the door, a white envelope waited.

"Odd", Derick thought. Mail is never delivered at this time of night, his foot steps shuffled across the floor as he reached for the envelope. He opened it, unsettled at what he saw. In different colored letters and sizes cut from magazines, the note said, "Do You have a minute to discuss your life insurance policy"?

Shaken, he quickly tossed the note in his trash, thinking it must be the others guys messing with him. He checked both of his door locks, just to feel secure. As he was about to enter his bedroom, the phone rang.

Derick sighed at this nuisance, and shuffled back to the living room where his phone lied, he answered it. "DO YOU HAVE A MINUTE TO DISCUSS YOUR LIFE INSURANCE POLICY"!? The voice was raspy and withered, Derick quickly slammed the phone off.

He was terrified, he ran to his room and unlocked his safe to grab his gun. Then he quickly walked back to his phone to call 911, but as soon as he picked up his phone, his home went dark, not even an unresponsive beep from his telephone.

Derick heard noises outside his window, shuffling of bushes and groans. Reluctantly he made his way to the window, gun cocked to fire. He parted the curtain, disturbed at what he saw. A tall man, legs and arms abnormally stretched beyond human length, brown suit ripped and stained with blood. Derick saw the green tie, and he gasped.

In an instant, the creatures body and head snapped in opposite directions to the noise it heard. The face now looking in Derricks direction, a black bowler hat hid the eyes, and a wide grin full of teeth too long to be a mere human smiled at him, blood glistened around the mouth.

It swiftly walked to the window backwards, where Derick clumsily fell to the floor and fired a shot that broke through the glass. He scrambled to get up, as he found his balance, the door bell rang. Dericks eyes watered as he aimed at the door, gun shaking in his hand, heart racing violently, his breathing shaken and short.

The doorbell rang again, *diiiiinnnnnggggg doooonnngggg*, then loud knocks on his door began to bang, shaking the locks and causing the door to pulse with each hit. And quicky, it stopped. It felt like forever, Derrick slowly inched his way to the door, gun still in hand. He looked through his peephole, there was nothing. Scared, he set his ear on the door to listen, "DO YOU HAVE A MINUTE TO DISCUSS YOUR LIFE INSURANCE POLICY"?! The raspy voice cackled in his ear with a blood curdling laugh, and the door blasted down on poor Derick, disarming the gun from his hand.

Mortified, he looked up at the creature, and it looked back with a malevolent grimace and said, "BECAUSE IT'S EXPIRED". And lunged for Derick........