Who is this man?

I open the door only slightly when I see him. A man is sitting on my couch; all I can see is his hat, tilted just barely to the left going with the flow of his body. He hears the slow creak from the old door I opened. Quickly, he jumps to his feet and says, "Who..who's there?" I hesitate..with fright, trying to come up with words to say, "Uhh..mmm, me?" The man just sighs, shaking his head with confusion. He's like a spirit wanting to be disengaged from this place. The tilted hat creates massive folds rippling down his cheek, not allowing him to open the one eye. There is a large portion of his face I can not see; hidden as if half of the moon was shown in the clear night sky. Assuming that the man's face is the same on both sides, I see a crooked uncut eyebrow. It is like a hay bale, with little bits of hay sticking out of the sides. Seeming like he would always squint, he never fully opens his eyes. I couldn't decipher the colour or his eyes: blue, green, brown or hazel? Never knew a nose could be as big as a mountain... seemed out of place, just hanging there, big and bold. His lips are as rough as sandpaper that was unused. Dangling from his lips is a freshly lit cigarette; the thick smoke travels briskly to my nose..breathing it in makes me feel sick to the point where I want to purge. His face is filled with stubbles of hair that haven't been recently shaved. As I look farther down his face, it appears he doesn't have much of a neck. The collar from his suit is worn firmly around his neck, with skin hanging over it making it very hard to see. As the man turns around to sit back down, I notice the fascinating clothing that he is wearing. It is nicely matched with a bit of colour. Just before he sat down he says, "Talk to you later then!" I race to my room horrified....and that was the end of the man.