It wasn't real. 

It really wasn't real.

So why did it call the man even in the middle of the night?

That horrifyng came so close to the bars of its room that the man could see its face clearly only then. He noticed that wasn't an ''it''; just looked like him and this scared him even more.

<What the hell...> The man stepped back a little but couldn't break eye contact, then he added <are you a joke? Something sent by the devil? What the hell are you and what do you want from me?!> Raising his voice.

<Feed me...> The creature could only repeat that. He'd never said something different and was there for weeks.

The man couldn't explain how that creature had taken his form, turning it into something excessively ugly and threatening. Same hair colour, cobalt blue locks, long up to mid-torso. Yet that creature had eyes that chilled the man: so dark and deep that they seemed to be peering into his mind. Even the cut on its face was the same, only more extended; it seemed to divide that angular face into four parts.

That creature fed on his darkest feelings, leaving the man always empty and expressionless, with the sole desire to contemplate the void.