User:Bromlp25

Living on a farm isn't easy, nope. Using the plow all day long without a water break for cooling off. Of course I stopped at night, but that's only because of that man out there. He stood out there for an hour, just looking at the crops I had recently planted. He wore a farmer outfit, ironically enough. Those overalls, a nice brown hat, and a blue shirt underneath. He would walk away at sun rise, up this huge hill to a house way on top. A two story from the looks of it. Nice house too, good shape. nice brick walls, really good house for a lonely plain. One night, my grandpa was outside on his rocking chair, on the pouch, watching that strange man. I went outside with him to relax, basically a wonderful view for the night sky. Our house was just a little more than ten feet from the framed land, so we had a pretty good view. I started to think my grandpa hired him, but that thought went away quickly considering I had to work for him because of the things I did, for punishment. The man looked over at us, we tilted our heads in confusion. He started to walk slowly towards us. My grandpa starred. He started to walk a little faster. The moment got tense. My grandpa told me to go inside, I did and locked the door behind me, but I watched from inside. As soon as I could turn around, my grandpa was gone, and the man was at the door. His face in the window view of the door, his sinister glare at me with his grinding smile and his teeth showing, his eyes were blue with bloodshot. My eyes widen quickly. I jumped back, still shocked. Nothing blocked the view of his horrifying face. I passed out like a coward. I woke up on the floor, everything happened so fast, but I kept my cool. It was morning, good. I turned on the old television and the news was on, just like always. "A manhunt has been ordered for Seth Peters as he has killed over thirty five people. Witnesses say he is dressed in overalls and is in the following towns.." I was shocked, speechless at what I had heard.