A/N: Inspired by the movie candyman. I don't own the movie!

Michonne's POV

Day 1

My friend Sasha invited me out to a bar to have a quick drink. She handed me an newspaper article, saying something about man who mutilated multiple people with sickle, didn't think anything of it. We're both enthusist about urban legends but she seemed more freaked out about this then me. This story seemed corny and uninteresting, plus it happened centuries ago. I suggested we do more extensive research on this man but she chickened out. She still seemed shooken up for some reason, she wasn't telling me everything.

Day 2

I spent an hour at the library trying to find out more about that man with the sickle, but found nothing. I grabbed a bagel from the local cafe and walked back to my condo. Then I was stopped by older man named Hershel. I don't know how but he knew I was trying to find out more about that man with the sickle. We sat outside on a bench where he question my motives, I lied and said it was on a hunch. He told me the man's name was Rick Grimes, who was a former factory worker. He went into detail about how this man lured his victims into a factory and killed them with his sickle, burning their bodies in one of the machines. He was later burned to death in the woods by a group of people. He went into graphic detail about seven people who camped out in the woods; only one body was able to be recovered. Hershel believed the man had the ability to control people. There have been multiple accounts from people about seeing black smoke coming from the chimney and machines running on their own. They claim they see a man walking around the factory. I can admit the story gave me goosebumps but I didn't believe he was still alive. I went home a dug up my camera, I'll do some research on my own.

Day 3

The sun is setting, I'm in the factory now, not seeing anything but rusty old equipment. The building is quiet. Space is running low on my camera. I can feel heat from the furnace. Suddenly I started smelling something pungent, it made me feel sick to my stomach. I need to leave now. I came across a large painting of a man outside on a wall. The man had blue eyes, a stubble and carried some kind of curved blade; but he dressed like a normal person. The man arms looked like they were wrapped around something, like he embraced it. What could it be? I couldn't take my eyes off of it for some reason, the painting was very detailed. I took a picture, even thought it wasn't apart of my assignment. I'll look at these pictures later.

Day 4

I asked Sasha to come visit me in the library. I told her about the pictures I took of the factory, she immediately freaked out; she thought I completely lost my mind. I reassured her nothing happened, there was no man. I begged her to develop these photos for me so I can take a look at them, she reluctantly agreed. I went home and took a much needed bath. I told my roommate Mike about everything I've been researching. He knew I was a risk taker but he also thought I lost my mind. I told him the same thing I told Sasha, he's not real. We didn't talk about it again, just sat on the couch and watch our favorite comedy series as usual.

Day 5

I met up with Sasha outside of the library. She handed me a disk named photos. She said she never wanted to see those again. I asked what she saw but she wouldn't say anything. I couldn't understand why, it was nothing but factory equipment. She told me to stay safe and walked away, which wasn't like her at all. I got home and popped the disk into my computer. Every file I clicked on, nothing came up but a blank photo; I know I took pictures. The only readable file was the last one, the photo of the man with the curved knife. I'll re upload the pictures from the camera myself.

Day 6

It was going to get dark soon so I rode my bike through the shortcut I usually take. Halfway there I hear someone calling my name. I stopped the bike and looked around. I turned around and saw a figure in the distance.

"Mike, is that you?" I kept hearing faint breathing.

"Michonne, I'm here for you" The figure said in a dark distinct tone.

I knew this was some kind of joke. I rolled my eyes and got back on my bike, and continued riding. Then some kind of violent force pushed me forward and knocked me off my bike. There was nothing in front of me before I fell. Whatever it was it took the wind out of me. I used the tree to pull myself up. My limbs were shaking, I could hardly stand on my own. The figure came closer to me.

"You didn't believe in me"

I can feel my breathing slowing down as I looked into his blue eyes. I couldn't close them no matter how hard I tried.

"I need to leave" My eyes continued to tingle. The clean air turned pungent.

"No, not yet"

I kept seeing the image of the man on the wall. Was this man Rick Grimes?

"Come with me" He ran the bloody sickle down my cheek "Be my victim"

"You're...not..."I can hardly breath. I couldn't understand what he said after that. I felt myself losing consciousness.

Day 7

I'm still dizzy, My ears were still plugged but I could hear someone shouting. When I opened my eyes four police officers surrounded me with their guns pointed at me. I was on the ground in a pool of blood. What the hell is going on? I felt something lying in the palm of my hand. When I closed my hand the officer put the gun cocked the gun back, telling me to drop the weapon. One officer turned me around and handcuffed me. They put me in the police car and drove me to the precinct. I begged someone to tell me what was going on, but no one would answer me. The detective walked in and slammed a folder down on the table. He told me I was under arrest for first degree murder.

"Around nine o'clock last night police discovered you on the ground with a sickle in you possession. They discover a man's body split open from the chest down, he was later identified as Hershel Greene" The detective said.

My body felt cold. Wait, Hershel! I talked to that man a couple days ago.

"Why'd you kill him?" The officer asked.

I told him repeatedly I didn't do anything. I couldn't remember anything but riding my bike to my condo, everything went black after that. The detective offered me one phone call home. I just wanted to leave.

Day 8

They kept overnight for observation, luckily Mike came through and picked me up since there was no evidence I killed Hershel. Much of the reporters followed us home until the cops came. After I took a shower I just wanted to lay down in bed. Mike came into the room to check up on me. I asked him if he thought I murdered that man. He claimed no but the look in his face told me he was scared. I just wanna forget it all.

Day 9

Mike went out to grab some more food for the fridge. I used the opportunity to load those pictures from my camera to the computer. When I opened the first file a picture piped up of a body burning inside the furnace. Wait, there was nothing there when I took that picture. I kept looking through all the pictures, seeing more gruesome things. When I got to the picture of that painting on the wall I saw a figure on the right side. I zoomed in but still couldn't see anything. I closed my laptop after that. I turned on the tv to not think about what I just saw.

Day 10

I went down to the basement to do laundry, luckily I was the only one down there to avoid all of those she's the murderer looks. After I loaded the basket that suddenly pungent smell came over me again. I couldn't control my cough. When steam started shooting out from the pipes I immediately ran. Before I reached the end of the hallway the man with the sickle appeared, pointing it at me. I ran back and locked myself in the basement. No weapon in site. I tried to unlock the window but it wouldn't budge. I can hear my own heartbeat.

"Michonne, be my victim" Rick said.

"Stay away from me" I shouted, hoping someone would hear me.

I can feel myself getting dizzy again. I'm dropped down to the floor, unable to move. He came closer to me. He kept running the bloody sickle across my neck moving down to my chest.

"Such smooth skin" He growled in my ear.

"What do you want?" I asked faintly.

"For you to believe" I can feel him cutting me across my collar bone. The pain hurts so bad but I can't scream. I'm losing consciousness again. Someone, help me.

Day 14

I'm strapped down, can't move my arms. I think I'm in a mental hospital. A doctor and a detective came into the room. He told me that my friend mike was murdered a few days ago. My heart feel to my stomach, Rick got to him. I already told them who did it but they didn't believe me. The doctor told me they've been keeping me in a medically induced sleep state. They think I'm crazy, all of them. Everyone's against me. No matter how much medicine they shoot in my veins it can't erase the truth. The doctor told me he would be administering more of that drug into my body. There was nothing I could do. Then I saw a deep line coming from his stomach up to his chest. I can hear him screaming in pain as his blood splattered all over me. When the doctor feel to the floor I saw Rick again. He told me to meet him in the factory, but didn't give a reason. He cut me free then vanished into thin air. I have to find a way to escape

Day 15

Barefoot, running through the fog, can't see anything but the trees. I can't feel the blood running out of my arm. I can smell burning flesh in the air, his presence is near. Where am I going? I come across some old building. I have to take a risk. I looked out of the keyhole too see if he was out there. I felt something cold dropping down on my scalp, blood. But there was no body. Rick put his hand over my mouth and pinned me to the wall.

"We should be home any minute now" Rick said.

I can see people approaching the factory with cans of gasoline. I smelt the gas being poured around the building. Everything around us started to burn. I tried to scream but no one could hear me. He put his lips close to my ear.

"The fire would set us free, our bones will be dust. Give yourself to me and Sasha will live. Be my queen" He ran his rough blood covered hand up my shirt, caressing my stomach.

I can't go on anymore. Rick took everything from me. I don't have the energy to fight anymore. I just want the nightmare to be over. I closed my eyes as the fire drew closer. My skin feels cold while the fire around me burns hot. He kept his arms around me as we both burned in the fire. I became the figure on the wall, the woman Rick embraced. We're the legends now.