Every twenty three years for twenty three days I get to eat. I did not plan it that way its just how it is. Because of this I am feared by all. I have to abduct people for my food. Its not like I can go up to someone and say "hey will you sacrifice your life so I can eat?". That would go over about as well as a fart during church. I dont know what that means but I have heard that expression used before and have deducted that that is a bad thing. Because of my feeding habits and people's reaction to me I dont have many friends. I am seen as an imposing figure that is the devils spawn or whatever. Do all of you know why I keep the skin of my prey? No it isnt because I want it as a trophy. Its because I want to remember them. I want to remember that they gave their life so that I can continue mine. I have actually considered stopping my 'reign of terror' as people call it. I want to quit eating the innocent because of the guilt that plagues my life everyday. I dont sleep at night because of images that flash in my subconscious. Images of the innocent whos lives I have taken. Them screaming as I slice their throat. Begging me not to take their lives. Unfortunately I have no choice. I have to do it to survive. I havent eaten in almost twenty three years as it is now. I need to go soon to find my next meal. I wanted to put these thoughts down though so...
The pencil that the Creeper had been using to write with slipped from his fingers as his body grew weak. He knew that his meal needed to be consumed. He tried to fly out the window but found himself unable to. His body slumped on the floor and his breathing became labored. With one final breath the Creeper said "I am sorry". His message unfortunately would not be heard. The world would remember him not as the tortured soul he was but the horrible contemptable creature they thought he would be. The Creepers eyes closed and his chest stopped rising. The world would hear from the Creeper no more.