From what I recall, he looked pretty unremarkable, though it was always dark when I saw him, so I can’t recall much detail. An old man with a roundish face, grey hair and a grey beard of stubble covering the lower parts of his face. He had kind, dark eyes. Looking back, I guess the best way to describe him is as the stereotypical sympathetic grandfather. The kind of old man that isn’t grumpy or constantly bitches about how the “young ones” are doing everything wrong and how everything used to be better in his time. They were scared of something… So I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.