The Exercise Freak

The other day, I was going through some of my grandpa's old letters from after the war. In a dusty old box I found a crumpled up piece of paper. I began to read. I looked at the clock. It was midnight.

"July 15, 1959. Just returned home from the fitness club. Very worried. I was using the exercise bike and I began to feel a strange sensation. I looked up and there was a man on a machine in front of me. Everything seemed normal until I asked the man for the time. All of the sudden, he started floating upside-down toward me with a plastic grin and wide eyes. I moved to a different machine and tried to ignore it. But he kept slowly floating toward me so I ran home and started to write this letter. I worry he may be following me because as I left the gym, my Tourette Syndrome took over and I randomly yelled out my home address. Oh my God, someone is banging on the door. I can hear footsteps. fuck-fuck-fuck. I should stop writing thi-"

And the letter stops. There are spots of blood near the bottom of the page.

My grandfather's chopped up body was discovered the next day underneath a piece of exercise equipment at the gym. I was told by my family it was just a bizarre cooking accident.

Oh my Gosh. Somebody is knocking on my door, too.

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Credited to cudgebert 
Originally uploaded on July 4, 2015

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