Well, it was quite a while ago so I dont remember everything. I remember the year though. 1997. I was 29 at the time at I had just bought my first house!!! YAY!!! Well so during my first week, I had heard birds in the attic so I called in the exterminator or whatever to get the bastards out.
He didnt; he kept telling me that there was only a nest up there and that birds hadnt been there when he came so he came back the next week. The nest had gone? Wierd, I know, but that’s not the scary bit. There was a note. On it was written the following: “Thanks for your hospitality. You have been great. And your cooking skills are something to behold! The chicken was perfect I cant believe you didnt eat it all and left it in the fridge for me. Well i guess you didnt even know I was here so you didnt leave it for though. But farewell my friend, hope to see you again soon.
Yours sincerely, John S. Frampton
PS. The blood isnt mine, but the knife is. I would call the police by the way. HaHaHa.
The man staying in my attic had killed at least 8 people with that knife and he had been staying in my house for two weeks. I moved back to my parent’s the next day.
BILLY
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