I’ve never believed in monsters or the scary tales from around the campfire. Or at least I didn’t; not until I met "The No Name Flavor". Just thinking about my encounter makes me cry and I get the urge to vomit. I’m not doing this for your sympathy but more for the last little bit of sanity I have left. This is the last you’ll ever hear from me. I yelled to him from across the living room. He came in from the kitchen and rubbed his hand on his forehead before giving me a lazy smile. “I am Mr. No Name,” it hissed. "Where’s mah husband?” I demanded. “Well why the hell not,” I yelled.