My name is George. For some reason, I keep finding all these dead bodies. I am 27 years old. I am not a murderer. Well...I guess it's time to go to work. Ah... my vassal still hasn't noticed my prescence. I walk into his office, hiding his- no, our fillet knife in our jacket sleeve. I walk up to one of his coworkers. "Hello, mary." I say. "Hey, George!" she replies cheerily. Ah, yes. This one will be my new target. "Hey, you should really see this!" I say. We walk into my office. i calmly close the door. Her back is turned to me... good. I quickly and silently pull out my knife. "Well? Where is it?" she asks. I jab the fillet knife into her skull, killing her instantly and painfully. I throw the body in a dumpster, but not before cutting off some meat. I pack up and head home. Wow... for some reason I feel like I totally blanked out today. Oh, well. I head to the refrigerator to get dinner. Oh, good. There's some freshmeat...
Submitted March 13, 2015 at 04:33AM by 27_Midnight_27 http://ift.tt/1DcfQxk creepypasta
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