Suffersong(fixed) Well, how is #life? Wait-stop right there. Why? Because I already know. I know where you live. I know your family. Where they live. And I know where you sleep. That's right, I have all your info. Why do you think I post stories? For fun? HA! That's a laugh. I post for you, my future victims. Why am I telling you this? Because I just hit 1,000 kills and I feel like celebrating. Well, seeing how many more readers I have it's not as impressive. But I didn't ask for your opinion did I? Excuse me, but don't touch that unfollow button. If you do I might just have to put you higher up on the list. Actually hold on one second. … Aha! Here we are! Lisa, you seem to be #1,001. Congrats to you. I'll see you later tonight. Let me see...I have you under the “gut” file. I guess I'll have to sharpen my knives again. Oh yeah and you, the one with the loft bed and a teddy bear on it. I'd watch your feet if I were you. Your after Lisa. And don't think I forgot about you. Don't worry your name will come up soon. I'm taking my time. I enjoy watching you as you attempt to sleep. As your paranoia grows. Hoping that Slendy, Jeff, or some other fictional ghoul wouldn't hurt you. I'm much scarier then them. Trust me. You'll find out soon. Stop reading, huh? Is that your idea. Pathetic. I'm all over the Internet I already know your address. You can't stop us. We're coming. Who else? Well if I told you i'd have to kill you