John the Killer (greentext)

> It happened when I was 19 years old.

> I had went to bed after a long day, and was just drifting to sleep.

> In the deep silence, I heard something that made me stir.

> A creak from my window

> I froze completely still, and tried to make out what made the sound.

> I saw nothing.

> I stood, and walked to my window, peering out into the street. Still, there was nothing. Another creak.

> I turned swiftly, but still there was only thin air.

> I paused, and suddenly heard a chilling voice from seemingly every direction.

> "You can't see me..."

> I started to run.

> Something tripped me before I could make it to the door, and I yelped as I fell.

> I could see him now, and he was terrifying.

> Although stout, his muscles were unnaturally large.

> His jaw seemed chiseled, and his eyes endless.

> He grinned and lifted me above his head.

> "YOUR TIME IS UP!" He screamed at the top of his lungs before slamming me on the floorboards.

> I could hear my spine snapping from the force, but I couldn't scream.

> The pain was too great.

> He leaned in, and placed his hand in between our faces, shaking it.

> "MY TIME IS NOW!"

> He fled through the same window he got in through.

> Since that day, I have been stuck in a wheelchair.

> The latest reports depict him with a large golden belt around his waist.

> God help you if you ever see John the Killer.

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