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You see, this gristmill I worked in wasis not just any gristmill, it is quite legendary and well-known, and according to urban legends, it is haunted by the victims (possibly children) of an unknown serial miller, who is presumed to be George, though there's no actual evidence or reasoning to back up this theory other than the fact that George is the only miller around here, not to mention he gets really cranky whenever children wander into the mill. But anyway, it's all just a bunch of silly stories and urban legends which are obviously untrue, merely meant to scare people. Creepypasta I guess.

"Well, this may sound odd, but I'm feeling a little younger, even capable of working everyday in the weekdays. I almost feel as energetic as you usually are. I don't know, could be from sufficient exercise! From this day forth, I'll be working inon weekdays, you can take the weekends. You've earned it. Also, don't worry, I'll pay you just as much as I usually do."

The dark figure chuckled evilly. He snapped his fingers, turning on several lights in the room, and though the lights were dimly lit and it was still a bit dark, there was enough light for me to see what was aroundsurrounding me.

Several carcasses of children, some of them laying on the floor in a pool of blood, bones, and intestines, some hanging from the ceiling with their entrails hanging out and a bunch of blood and their other organs spilling out from their widely cut bodies, some fixed to the walls with all of their skin missing completely, and '''lots''' of blood on the walls which formforms words such as "OH PLEASE I'M JUST A MILLER" and "I PRESENT TO YOU MY ART". I even saw ghosts all over the room, floating around... The ghosts of his victims! HOLY SHIT!! And then there was George, standing right in front of me, chuckling and smiling menacingly.

I always thought George was a handsome guy, but this smile of his terrified me, it was nothing like the smile he gave me when we first met today. This time his teeth were a deep yellow color, covered in blood and bits of green. Blood was pouring from his mouth as well. I assumed that he had just finished feasting on the organs of his victims. My assumption was correct, except that he wasn't finished - he took out something from his pocket, a human heart, and bit on it. His chewing sickened me greatly, I literally vomited on the floor after looking into his mouth as he was chewing. I'm not going to get into details here on what his mouth looked like as he chewed the heart.

I was confused by this phrase, but also terrified. I let out a scream, only to be drowned by George the Miller covering my mouth with his bloody, organ-covered hand. The blood and bits of organs went down my throat. I choked and vomited right onto George the Miller's handshand, though that didn't make him move his hand away. The vomit just went back down my throat since George the Miller wouldn't take his hand off my mouth. I lost my pistol, I couldn't do anything. George the Miller then tied me up and dragged me to his mill. I mean, the device, not the place. Because we're already in a mill right now.

He was ready to crush and grind my head to pieces. I was ready to accept my fate and give in. He repeatedreiterated his phrase, but said it more slowly, and in a far creepier way...

...Then EVIL PATRIXXX came and back-flipped 720 no-scoped 420 1337 666 shot George the Miller and he's died too. Meanwhile in hell, George the Miller rapes me for eternity, but hey,the atfact leastthat I'mthe satisfiedlittle thatfucker healso wasgot milled, too!satisfies me.