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The BëM Squad presents
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"Him: A Story"
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by Mr. Sandman
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Well, this file has absolutely nothing to do with what we normally
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cover. However, I've always enjoyed a good story and hopefully there are
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some other creative minds out there who will be encouraged to write for
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us. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did writing it.
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"Him"
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I am not crazy. About that I am sure. He was always there
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watching me as he is right now. It was hard to see him at first
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but he can no longer hide from me. Who he is I do not know. He
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has no face. It is that face which he doesn't have that I've
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feared and yet I can't draw my eyes from it.
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It started a little while ago after I was exiting my office
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and walking down the stairs that led to the garage. I liked taking
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the stairs even though they had so many problems with muggers at
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one point because it was actually a way for me to get exercise. As
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long as you were careful and looked in the security mirrors set up
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you didn't have to worry, but now I wish I never took those stairs.
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It was on the stairs where I saw him for the first time. As
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I was walking down the stairs I saw him in one of the security
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mirrors. I stopped and concentrated more closely on this man in the
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mirror. A chill went through me as I saw that he was staring right
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at me and yet he had no face. But I could tell he was looking at
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me. But everybody has a face. I figured it was just my
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imagination getting the better of me after a long day of work so I
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rounded the corner of the stairs and to my relief nobody was there.
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I didn't think anything more of it and just drove straight home
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thinking it was just another typical day but now I know it wasn't.
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I didn't see him again for two weeks. When I did see him
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again he was standing in the same spot on the stairs around that
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corner but this time he wasn't in the mirror. I know this now
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because I always check the security mirrors when I round corners in
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the stairs so I don't have to worry about hiding muggers. But when
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I rounded the corner, there he was again looking at me. And there
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was something hateful and eerie in the colorless void where his
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face should be which almost caused me to lose control of my
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bladder.
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I asked him what he wanted yet he said nothing. Then a very
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low, throbbing noise filled my head. I covered my ears and yet
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nothing seemed to stop it. I then noticed that he was getting
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closer to me and yet strangely he wasn't moving. I was paralyzed
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with fear as he got closer to me. Finally, something in my head
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finally broke through and said, "RUN! RUN," and I did. I turned
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around and ran straight back up the stairs and flew for my office.
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Once I was in my office I bolted the door and it was there that I
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spent the night.
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I was really frightened now because I knew that this thing had
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something hateful against me. Yet I had absolutely no idea who he
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was, why he was after me, and where he came from. I still don't
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know. Yet he is still out there waiting to pounce on me as soon as
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he gets his chance.
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I saw Him again two days later. Yes, it was in the same spot
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in the stairs again and no, I didn't see him in the mirror (believe
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me, I was checking all the time by now.) I'm not sure what exactly
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provoked me but I started yelling at him but then quickly stopped.
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A dagger had appeared in his hand. It wasn't there before! I know
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this! It just seemed to all of a sudden be there. That low noise
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started up in my head again and I still couldn't stop it. It was
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the worst sound I've ever heard. It just seemed to rip through
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your skull stopping all thinking and yet there was nothing you
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could do to stop it. He was getting closer to me again. I bolted
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for my office but when I exited the stairs he was standing outside
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my office looking at me. The noise was still going and he started
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moving towards me again. I had no idea what to do. The noise was
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making it impossible to think. Like a confused rat in a maze I
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just ran to the nearest exit which was the stairs again. I wasn't
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surprised to see him in the stairs again but this time I didn't
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turn around. I just kept on running down the stairs at him
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thinking that maybe I could knock him over and get to my car. Yet
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somehow I didn't knock him over. I just ran right through him and
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he managed to slash my arm as I ran through him. It was then that
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I knew that he was real.
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I kept running until I made it to my car and then drove faster
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than I ever have in my life out of that garage and back to my
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house. I may have been at my home for weeks yet the amount of time
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I stayed at my home escapes me at the moment. Naturally, during my
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paranoid vacation at home my boss called me up to tell that my work
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at the office was no longer needed. I swore at my boss and then
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slammed down the phone when that damn sound kicked in again. I
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looked out my window and there he was standing on my lawn.
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I decided it was time to protect myself so I got into my car
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and pushed the remote control to open the door to my garage. He
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was standing right in front of the car with the dagger in his hand.
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I put the car into drive and floored it right into him. Yet I felt
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no impact when I hit him. I looked back when I got to the end of
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the driveway and he was still standing there looking at me under
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that colorless blanket of a face. The noise started up again and
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I was overwhelmed with stress and fear. I just closed my eyes and
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blocked out everything. When I opened my eyes again the noise
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stopped and he was no longer there. Had he ever been there? No!
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It was impossible. Just as I started to relax the noise started up
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and he was standing right next to my door. The next thing I knew
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I felt a stinging sensation on my face and blood was dripping on my
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clothes. Somehow he managed to reach through my glass window
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without breaking and cut my face. Yet he never moved the whole
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time. He just stood there looking at me through eyes that weren't
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there.
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At that point I really began to panic and I just drove away as
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fast as I could and yet the whole time I couldn't escape that
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horrid noise. And every corner I passed I saw Him there with his
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dagger in hand looking at me.
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I parked my car outside a gun store and ran inside as fast as
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I could. That horrible noise was still filling my head and hearing
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was the greatest challenge I faced at the moment. The store owner
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was obviously upset about my presence being that I was bleeding
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from my face. He told me that he thought I should get my face
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looked at and I told him I thought he should mind his own damned
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business. From this point on he was very quiet and basically just
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gave me the gun I asked for. I decided on a nice rifle I saw
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behind the glass display case and the store owner even gave me a
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discount on the rifle and the shells. I guess he wasn't too
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disturbed about me being there to take my money and sell me a
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rifle.
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I then went straight back to my house. The whole time that
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terrible noise had never stopped. As I pulled into my driveway I
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saw Him standing on my front lawn. I pulled into the garage,
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grabbed my rifle and ammo, ran into the house, and bolted the door
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behind me. The noise still hadn't stopped and I looked out my
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window to see him still standing in my front yard looking at me.
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I then loaded my rifle and fired it at him three times. On the
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third shot he disappeared and the noise finally stopped. I drifted
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off to sleep.
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I was awakened by a knocking at my door. I looked through the
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peep hole in the door and saw two police officers standing on my
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front steps. My neighbors had probably called the police about the
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rifle shots that came from my house. I opened the door and they
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identified themselves and proceeded to ask me if I had fired or
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heard any gunshots that day. I told them no but they didn't seem to
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believe me. They asked me if they could search my house and I said
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they could. I guess they were worried that I may have shot
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somebody.
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The search went on for a long time and they seemed to be
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spending an extra amount of time searching the basement. I thought
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the search had gone on long enough and I was about to walk down
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into the basement and tell them about Him and what had happened
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when I saw something. I looked into the basement and I saw Him
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searching around behind some boxes. I couldn't allow Him to be in
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my house so I quietly went to go get my rifle. I returned to the
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basement door with the rifle and still saw Him searching around.
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The sound kicked in again and it was more than I could take. I
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loaded the rifle and shot Him in the head. He fell over on the
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ground. All of a sudden I saw him again and this time he had
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again. He fired the gun at me but missed and I shot Him again in
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the head. This Him also fell over. The noise then stopped and I
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started to regain my senses. It was then that I realized that I
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had just killed the two police officers.
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I ran up to the second floor of my house and into my bedroom.
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I was right about to go to sleep again when the noise started up
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again louder than it had ever been before. I looked out my window
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and saw Hims everywhere! One of Him was riding a bike and I took
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the rifle and shot him in the head. I laughed as he fell to the
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ground. All of the Hims started to run and I knew I had finally
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beaten him because he was now scared of me. I quickly reloaded my
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rifle and shot one of Him in the head who was trying to hide behind
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parked car. Him's brains were all over the sidewalk after that and
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I was pleased with the fact that I was finally defeating Him.
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There were a group of Hims who had been playing ball in the street
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trying to run away but I couldn't let that happen. I shot all of
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them before they could reach their safety. I shot all the hims I
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could until I ran out of bullets. The noise was still booming in
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my brain but I knew he was scared. I knew that I had killed enough
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Hims to get my message across to Him. Soon after this I blacked
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out.
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When I awoke I was in a darkened cell all by myself. I was
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really frightened because I had no idea how I'd gotten here. I
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started to fear that maybe Him had gotten me while I was asleep and
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my heart started beating a mile a minute. I started to scream and
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to my relief a police officer came to my cell and took me out. The
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officer brought me to a room where there were many other men
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present. They started to ask me questions and it was then that I
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realized I had killed twenty-three people in that shooting spree I
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had at my house. The sound started again and I began to scream.
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The police were obviously in no mood to put up with me anymore and
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I was escorted back to my cell.
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As we reached the hallway where my cell was I saw Him standing
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at the other end of the hallway. He started to get closer to me
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brandishing the dagger in his hand and yet he wasn't moving at all.
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I started to scream and struggle against the officers who were
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escorting me back to my cell. They didn't hesitate to give me the
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beating of my life right there and then to just toss me into my
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cell like a dead body into a fire. Luckily I was safe inside my
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cell before Him reached me.
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Now he just waits for me outside the door to my cell. All I
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can see is the colorless nothingness where his face should be
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through the window in the door to my cell. I can't draw my eyes
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away from his face anymore. I am mesmerized by the nothingness I
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see in his face and yet I no longer fear it. I also have found
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that low sound which fills my head to become oddly likeable.
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I know I am going to die the next time I leave this cell.
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There is no way Him will miss me this time and allow me to escape
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again. Yet I no longer seem to mind even though confronting him
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again is the worst of my fears. Yet it must be destined to happen
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and I will not struggle against him. If I die when I am dragged
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out of this cell then you will know that this story is true. I
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hope it accurately answers all the other questions you never got to
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ask also and provides you with a clear view of my situation.
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Please forgive me.
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BOM Squad Members
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Mr. Sandman
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Raven
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Neuromancer
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Cop Killer
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