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{{email|April 5, 2002
Did I hire a man to mow my lawn and I just
I laughed nervously once. Maybe I should call the police. This man could be dangerous! I suddenly shook myself out of it; he was just a confused man. I was being stupid. I would send this poor guy away. Walking out to the man with long, quick strides, I realized that I
I stumbled back, but he caught me with one bloody hand.
My eyes flew open, and it took me a minute to realize what had woken me up. There was something tapping on my window. Sighing, I walked over to my window and looked out. I saw nothing that could have made the noise. I must be going insane, I thought. Soon I was safely in my bed again, but I
Feeling defeated, I was about to try to go back to sleep when I finally fully woke up. My sleep-numbed mind had been wrong. The tapping was coming from under my bed. A grotesque figure slithered out from its hiding place. It was Fatty the Mower, but this time his mouth had broken its seams to show long, pointed teeth. Long claw-like fingernails stretched out from a bloody, beckoning, hand. One of the claws tapped against the wooden floor; the sound was almost hypnotizing. His eyes that looked like little, dull, suns stared up at me, and a blood-red tongue licked his decaying lips.
This was a journal entry found by police next to a deep hole in the woods. The handwriting was sloppy and probably hastily written. I found this while I worked at my local police station in a small town somewhere in Newaygo County, Michigan. I do not remember the name of this city, and I do not even remember finding the note. I do not- cannot remember anything from that town. The note was in a sealed file, but it seemed like just a hoax to me. That was, until I found a copy of this note in my email with the photos below attached. The name of the file was deadmower.doc, and it restarted my computer the first time I tried to open it. I had thought it was a scam until I found the note I took hidden deep in a moving box.
If you ever get this file in your email, delete it and forget about it. I suspect Fatty is drawn to any thoughts of him. Another thing I believe is that the writer of this note somehow also sent this email. Whoever they are, they are not dead. At least, they
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