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I was browsing though YouTube when I came across a video of this creepy guy wearing a mask scaring people. I clicked on it. Turns out it was about an unknown serial killer who wears a mask. According to the video, he tracked every move. I jumped. "The heck." I saw the screen of my tablet where I was watching the video. The video, weirdly, was bugged. It was too late when my tablet started to glitch out. I was being tracked down.
A whole bunch of pop up viruses showed up right after the video. The last pop up caught my attention. In bold, chilly letters it read, "The package will arrive soon." I was confused at first, but then I remembered. In the video, the man who was masked sent the past victim's dismembered body to the new victim. Just the thought of it made me want to throw up.
I decided to tell my parents, but always as every child knows, they didn't believe me. I started to be paranoid and unsafe all the time. I didn't know who to tell or what to do. I told my grandpa and he said, "It's okay, just don't think about it." I felt a little better but I couldn't stop thinking.
I didn't sleep well that day. I have to go to school, I thought to myself. When I arrived to school, everyone was talking about the video. I wanted to go home. Everywhere I turned, there was a screen with that creepy man on it.
At last, it was the end of the day and I got home. There was a package outside for me. I picked it up. It felt heavy. I took it to the kitchen and grabbed a knife to open the box. I make a quick cut on the tape on the box. ... it ... it ...it—it was the new laptop I ordered! I ran to my room to set it up when I heard a car door slam and a loud knock on the door. I tiptoed to the door and peaked through the window. Nothing. There was no one there. There was a box though... and it had a weird stain on it. I took it inside and smelled it for some reason. It smelled bad—like rotten cheese.
I opened it.
This time it wasn't anything that I ordered...
I was scared. I took one look and closed the box. I yelled "MOOMM!"
She came running.
"There's a body! a BODY! A REAL BODY!"
"Calm down! What if it's just meat from a meat shop?" she responded.
"Who would send meat in a box to us" I said back, sobbing.
"I don't know, but it cant be a body."
It was a real body...after having a weird discussion about the box, we called the police and they identified the body as the body of a missing 15-year-old boy.
I was horrified. I couldn't sleep at all.
*This was my real dream. I have many dreams like this.
*This is just chapter one and two. I'll post chapters three and four when I get more views.