Psychology of a Killer

He was a ghost of a man, a phantom of someone I once knew. But in this moment, I wouldn't let myself be fooled. Holding onto who he was, this mad man hiding in my room, would most certainly be sealing my fate. God as my witness, I wasn't going to die tonight. Not by the blood lusting killer formally known as Dipper Pines. (Originally 'Never a Thing' redone to flow better)