I just need to say this one thing, don't turn around yet. You haven't heard my story yet... I was a happy man with a wonderful family, a great job and the sweetest children ever. But one night changed all that, I was walking over to the garage where I parked my car, bear in mind that it was pretty god damn late, I saw a homeless man and asked if he was okay. He had plenty of scars on his face, it was horrible. He looked up and said, in a bone chilling voice. "Did you just look at me? Did you, just fucking look at me?" I was obviously confused. He picked himself up and walked off. I got in my car and drove off, but for some reason I was paranoid. You know the one where you think you're being followed? Yeah, that was it, it was only enhanced by the traffic. I got home, kissed my wife on the cheek, and put my kids to bed. At about eleven PM we heard our kids screaming bloody murder. I ran up alone with the enormous kitchen knife we kept for just this sort of thing. When I got up the stairs, I puked on the floor. There was that crazy hobo, I now could see his jacket. It was made from faces sown together. Literally, human faces sliced off and made into clothes. He didn't see me, or hear me. I went down the stairs and told my wife to get out of the house and to go to the police station.
I went back up the stairs to see my kid's faces on the ground. I looked up, there he was, knife in hand. He was wearing a mask, like sweet tooth from twisted metal, that same demonic clown face. I screamed and fell backwards down the stairs, the last thing I saw was him walking up to me.
I woke up in a hospital bed, my face was numb, doctors and police officers crowded around me. Witnesses stated that a scarred man in a clown mask broke into the house and killed everyone in there. That bastard also got my wife, somehow, he did... Police officers showed me a photo, my face was scarred exactly like his was and I was wearing a clown mask...
The events after that were hazy, I was shown to be sane somehow, but a few weeks after that. I recieved a letter. Well, more of a parcel, it had that god damn mask in it, a knife that looked like it could slice through bone with a single slash, but also as if it could be used like a pencil. But the bulk of the package was an unusual coat, made of faces. I knew he was taunting me. So I did research, there was reports of people with scarred faces killing people, but after each kill, a new person would appear and the previous killer would vanish. Then I felt something snap, I knew the police would eventually link it to me. I decided to get rid of my existence, I took every record of my life and burnt I took my knife, and killed everyone who knew me. Friends, family, you know.
My brother was the worst one to kill, I felt horrible about hearing his screams. But I had to become nothing. My next course of action is still incomplete, the next person to make eye contact with me is gonna suffer as much as I did. Family is gonna be murdered and they'll get scarred like I did. Then, I'll kill myself. Disappearing without a trace.
Now that you've heard my story, you're role has ended, you just need to turn around
I went back up the stairs to see my kid's faces on the ground. I looked up, there he was, knife in hand. He was wearing a mask, like sweet tooth from twisted metal, that same demonic clown face. I screamed and fell backwards down the stairs, the last thing I saw was him walking up to me.
I woke up in a hospital bed, my face was numb, doctors and police officers crowded around me. Witnesses stated that a scarred man in a clown mask broke into the house and killed everyone in there. That bastard also got my wife, somehow, he did... Police officers showed me a photo, my face was scarred exactly like his was and I was wearing a clown mask...
The events after that were hazy, I was shown to be sane somehow, but a few weeks after that. I recieved a letter. Well, more of a parcel, it had that god damn mask in it, a knife that looked like it could slice through bone with a single slash, but also as if it could be used like a pencil. But the bulk of the package was an unusual coat, made of faces. I knew he was taunting me. So I did research, there was reports of people with scarred faces killing people, but after each kill, a new person would appear and the previous killer would vanish. Then I felt something snap, I knew the police would eventually link it to me. I decided to get rid of my existence, I took every record of my life and burnt I took my knife, and killed everyone who knew me. Friends, family, you know.
My brother was the worst one to kill, I felt horrible about hearing his screams. But I had to become nothing. My next course of action is still incomplete, the next person to make eye contact with me is gonna suffer as much as I did. Family is gonna be murdered and they'll get scarred like I did. Then, I'll kill myself. Disappearing without a trace.
Now that you've heard my story, you're role has ended, you just need to turn around