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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. "It's time to pay Fatty the Mower." it hissed. Those yellow claws reached for me.

 

 

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.