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I walk in my swamp looking to find trespassers who wanna die a brutal death. I walk into the boathouse and toss my hatchet aside. I was once just a deformed boy, hidden from the world. My father didn't want anyone to see me in fear that they would hurt me or pick on me. The years past as I grew up from a little weak boy to a big strong man. The neighbor kids wanted to see what I look, so they set my house on fire. I tried to escape threw the door, but it was budged. My father tried to prey down the door with the hatchet, the same one I use to kill, but I should have not been leaning my damn head against the door. The hatchet was jammed into my face, leaving one... big... wound. I came back though, I'm not sure how... but I came back. I learned many years later that my dad died of a broken heart when I died. His ashes are all I have left of him now. Sense then, I kill anyone who came on to my swamp. I now live in anger and rage and, murderous.
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I'm just like you
HorrorSo Jason, Sadako, Freddy and Kayako meet Michael, Candyman, Leatherface, Victor and the Leprechaun. This is a sequel to the book I'm not scared of you.
