There's a knock at the door. I look out and see this man, half-frozen and frantic. He's to terrified to even notice the cold. He just keeps mumbling, "They're coming for me. Everywhere I am, They are there. I can't stop it. I can't stop the cold. I can't stop myself."
I calm him down, sit him by my fireplace, and start some coffee. I ask him to explain who is "after him". And he just keeps saying.. "The men in the suits. They took my daughter. Now they want my skin".
Well the coffee finishes up and I pour him a cup. He sits at my kitchen table, sipping the warm brew. He doesn't even notice that I'm behind him. Black hefty bag in hand. As he sips his 5th drink, his lips leave the mug.. I slip the black mass over his face. He struggles a bit, but i manage to wind it as tight as possible. Then I turn around, positioning his back to mine, pulling the bag over my shoulder, cutting off every ounce of his oxygen. For illustration sake, picture Santa Claus and the method in which he carries his sack of toys. What can I say, I was in the Christmas spirit.
I drag him from the kitchen into the living room. By this time he's stopped struggling. I feel him take his last breath.
At that moment, every single light in my house goes out. All of my televisions and radio go to static. Odd, but I suppose I can blame the ice storm.
And then when I release the bag and the old man falls to the ground, this falls out of his hand. More codes. More Stamps. More scribbles. FanFUCKINGtastic.
Take A look..
On the back it's more ciphers and animal stamps. I blocked the flash to bring out the stamps. Creepy eh?
These are the ciphers.
Artist-48 65 20 49 73 20 4c 65 67 65 6e 64 0d 0a 0d 0a
Title-67 104 105 110 97 32 87 104 105 116 101 13 10
I played around with the ciphers and I think I found what they wanted me, or the old man who is "Chilling Out" in my freezer to hear.
This is so ridiculous. I don't play motherfucking games.
What do you think?
Until Next Time.