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- [ The Man Behind ] [ By The GNN ]
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- "THE MAN BEHIND"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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- "They always stand behind you. The killers, the creatures. All
- of your nightmares and ghosts. They all stand behind you in the
- dark of your imagination."
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- - I guess you have heard this story already. A woman buys a puzzle
- and she does not know what it is supposed to look like. She begins working
- with it and after a while she discovers that it is a room. Her room. With
- sweat dripping from her forehead she continues. When there is only one
- piece left, the puzzle shows the room with her inside it working on a
- puzzle. She puts down the last piece. It is the window behind her, and it
- is a face outside it. She turns around and... the next day she is found
- dead! The murderer obviously crashed the window to get in and stab her
- with a knife.
- I laughed. Yes, I had heard the story before. A true classic. All over
- the world people tell that story and a dozen of other 'scary' and
- 'absolutely true' stories. At parties, in teenage bedrooms - everywhere
- people listened and wondered if that really had happened. Maybe, they
- thought, maybe the blood actually had dripped on the roof and woke up the
- mother of the killed boy, maybe there had been a rat's bone in the pizza.
- Me, and many other, knew better. It was not true, it was all made up. But
- the stories were kept alive by story-tellers who passed the chilling
- 'facts' on.
- - You bet I have heard that one earlier, I answered and lighted another
- cigarette.
- We sat in a cafe for broken hearts. You know, that kind of cafe that is
- always open and always empty. Our cups were filled with strong coffee to
- keep our hands busy. We had probably been there for two hours when my
- friend started to talk about these stories. From his weird personality, I
- knew that they fascinated him.
- - Want to know something funny? he said and looked mysterious. I do not
- think that these stories are faked. Maybe they have been altered through
- time, but the incidents maybe happened a long time ago.
- - Get real! Maybe the bizarre killings that people describe are true,
- but a woman that buys a puzzle and finds herself in it? No my friend, that
- is to super-natural for me!
- He still looked at me with that mysterious look. But now he had added a
- small little mysterious smile to it.
- - I have thought about this. I believe that these stories owns a
- purpose. Why do you think they keep living on?
- I opened my mouth to answer but he raised his hand and silenced me.
- - Listen, he continued. I think - no, I know - that the stories owns a
- force from another dimension. A dimension that is not available to us, but
- still can get to us. They spread the stories to people, certain people,
- that tells them to other people. They do it to kill. Maybe they do it to
- collect slaves for themselves, who know?
- This was too much for me.
- - Wait! Are you kidding me? I am not in the mood to listen to theories
- that sounds like they have arisen from the depths of a bad LSD trip.
- I hesitated to continue talking. My friends smile was gone and he looked
- dead serious.
- - I am not kidding you. Those stories are spread for a purpose to kill!
- The one who tells them will not die, but some of those who listens to them.
- Or reads them.
- - How do they die?
- - They die as described in the story that is told to them. Take the
- story about the woman who buys a puzzle. It comes from the other
- dimension. Someone is chosen to tell it and spread it. In the end, it
- will reach a woman. A woman who later buys a puzzle with herself in it.
- She has listened to the story and without knowing it, she has been chosen
- to die. Chosen to die as described.
- I yawned to show him that I was not interested to listen any more. He
- did not even notice.
- - Let me take another story for you. A man is sitting in a cafe with a
- friend who tries to tell him about the other dimension. He does not want to
- listen. The other dimension gets rather pissed off and decides to kill the
- man who does not want to listen to their great killings.
- I knew what he was going to say.
- - I am not frightened, I said to him.
- - Oh no? Let me go on. This man says he is not frightened. But
- suddenly his friend looks behind him and says that there is a man standing
- there. The man, who did not want to listen, turns around and... well?
- What do you think? Of course, there is a man there. A man with a long
- sharp knife in his blood-stained hands. The man who did not want to listen
- is stabbed several times in his back. Before he die, he realize that his
- friend was right. The other dimension exist. They sprea their stories to
- kill. People tell them, people read them etc.
- - So I guess that when I turn around, there will be a man there? With a
- knife? Ready to kill me?
- I must admit that I began to feel a little scared. I did not know why.
- My friend was talking bullshit. It sounded completely crazy.
- - Stories are not spread only to kill the first one that hears them.
- Some day, you will tell it to someone else. Maybe you will write it down
- for someone to read. In the end, the story will reach its target. Or
- maybe you are the chosen one to die. I am not the only one who has told
- this story to people...
- My cigarette burned out and the ash fell to the dirty table.
- - Want to know something? my friend said with a low voice, almost
- whispering. There is a man standing behind you.
- I slowly turned my head around. It was no one there. When I rather
- confused looked back at him he once again smiled his mysterious smile.
- Then I suddenly realized that my friend had not been talking to me. He had
- been talking to you.
- Turn around and see for yourself.
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