I have a neighbour.

And to put it nicely, he's weird. Not weird good, weird weird.

On September 29th, he moved in next door to my apartment, and he let loose a bunch of frogs.

I nearly swallowed my toothbrush when I saw this one green frog with red stripes swimming in my toilet bowl.

I had to restrain myself when he told me that the frogs were meant as a 'present' for his neighbours and that the frogs were getting a little feisty sitting in that cramp box.

I've also once saw him talking to his stuffed toys. Yes, a 16-year-old teenager like him owns stuffed toys. A plush Pikachu, in fact. 

And the most irritating and creepy part of all is that he smiles at everything. Literally everything. 

Our landlord's wife had died some months ago and the both of us ended up accompanying each other to the funeral. He was grinning like a loon when a few men lowered down the casket containing the dead body.

I had to force one of those surgeon-masks on him. It didn't help that he kept claiming that he was seemingly 'allergic'. 

His name? Well, it's relatively normal, I guess. 

Jo Kwangmin.