You make a friend in town who recently moved here. He lives in an isolated house just outside your town. What could be going on with such a strange man. He seems normal, usually, but... Something...

The clatter of bowling pins echoed through the dimly lit alley as you approached Dan, wiping down the counter. He greeted you with an awkward smile, but there was something different in his eyes tonight. Something guarded, almost haunted, "You uh... Look a little sick, Dan." You tried joking with him.

Dan's eyes darted around nervously, shifting from you to something under the counter. He tried to reassure you with a forced smile, "I am all fine! Everything  is okay and nothing is the matterrrr! Aha-ha!" His hand concealed, his grin awkward and eyes twitching.

Suddenly, he hurled the towel he'd been using straight at your face before darting to the back, moving with the urgency of a cornered animal.

"Wh-What the-?! Dan?!" You called, chasing after him.

As you stepped into the back room, Dan's gaze met yours, his scleras turning pitch black as he panted heavily. His alien-looking hand tightly gripped his arm, his teeth visibly sharpened, and his skin began to bubble before abruptly stopping. He straightened up, panic flickering in his eyes as he stuttered, "Uh... I have... the flu?" His grin was strained and uneasy.

Daniel Is... Odd