Mr. Blue was the alien in the basement. He was completely invisible, yet whenever he came out of his corner he was sure to bother me. I'd hear his footsteps echo through the basement, my hair standing on end the moment the noise hit my ears. When he would approach, my vision would turn blue and he'd whisper a "Hello, Franky," as his sharp claws would dig into my skin. All the while laughing as I whimpered, attempting to keep quiet. He was the reason that I couldn't wait to move out of this stupid apartment.