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Before you read this message, make sure that you are alone. If you are alone, turn off all the lights in the room, get a torch or a lamp as a light source. And whatever you do, do not stop reading until you have reached the end of this message. And
My name is Marcus, and I hope that you never have to witness what I did all those years ago.
It was around 4 or so years ago when this story took place, and I was at a
With me were Nate, Dennis, Sarah, Wyatt and Eddie. All concerned about Frank, all willing to take part in the intervention, and all very good friends with Frank, just like myself. When Frank returned home, he was surprised to see us at first, but quickly caught on to what was going on and attempted to leave, but Dennis prevented him from doing so. After 10 minutes of convincing, Frank eventually decided to stay and hear us out, although the look on his face told me he
We got to talking about how much his drinking and other actions as of late were concerning us and that it was making us worried for his health and all the usual stuff. After I was done, the whole thing was done as well, everyone having said their thoughts beforehand. I also noticed that I was the only one looking at Frank, who had tears in his eyes.
Wyatt and Eddie were looking at the floor, Sarah had her face buried in
Frank stood silent for a full minute before walking over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I half expected him to break down crying, but, instead, he smiled at me and said
I was stunned by what I heard and what I was seeing. My friend had said
This point in this message may cause you to think that
Instead of seeing a car drive by or any other vehicle at all, I saw a figure step out of the darkness and towards Frank, who was standing in place at that point. It was too dark, so I
Frank was now fully looking the man in the face and nodded his head. It was at this point that I realized that the man was holding a scythe, because he then held it above his head. After bringing the scythe into the air, he then said a string of words which will forever send shiver down my spine.
Almost immediately after he said that, he swung the scythe down, the blade piercing the top of
I was mortified at this sight, but the others had a completely different reaction to this compared to mine. All of them had their heads bowed down and their eyes closed. Almost as if they were at a funeral. I, meanwhile, never took my eyes off the figure, who had now lifted the scythe out of
After getting close enough to get him to notice me, I stopped in my tracks. It was at that moment that I could see his features more clearly. His hoodie was a dark brown and looked to be falling apart, almost entirely covered in black stitching and had tears in several parts. He also had black pants and black shoes. But, what really traumatized me was his face. He had dark grey skin, which was slightly winkled. His neck had a rope mark around it, like he had tried to hang himself, but was unsuccessful. His hair was extremely tangled and messy. He even had it tied in a ponytail, but it was colored black and white. He also had a thick scruffy beard of the same color.
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I was shaking at this point and found myself unable to move from the spot. The man then held out his hand and took mine in a handshake, to which I felt blood on my hand, which gave me the impression that his wrists were slit. After he released my hand, my suspicion was correct as I saw blood dripping down his arms.
I had no time to even to much as move or try to say anything before the
I barely had enough time to ask or respond to this before he smirked a sadistic grin at me. He then started walking backwards, still grinning at me before fading into the darkness. It took me a full 5 minutes to compose myself and phone the police. It took them 10 minutes to arrive, during which I was was just standing there in the dark road staring at
They ultimately ruled
Ever since the night Frank died,
You can say
One more thing, and I must make this quick because I just heard some glass breaking downstairs.
I can hear him coming up the stairs right now, so I must make this clear. If you really want to stay alive and be well away from this man, then do this one
Value your
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