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 There's a secret that I'm not telling you.  It's thee secret of a vending machine at a particular school, that school
being my own.  Well, it's not really a secret, most of the kids know it, and if I tell you, it's not really a secret,
either.  But any who-- Apparently from a secret code, one which I watched on a Youtube video, I saw that you could get
free snacks.  That's uber awesome!  Ermigod!

 You thought I was going to say it was some trapped door, one that leads you to a really cool thing, like a dungeon or
something...  Well, from what I can tell you, something like that is just plain preposterous.  But there is one thing I
can tell you, something that's not so far fetched.  Something that happened not long ago, in this very school.

 See, this is a tale of something, something hideous, something not wonderful, not wonderful at all.  It's the tale of a
a girl.  A girl who just transferred to our school.  Well, the thing is-- We found out that her family is quite poor, so
she does not have an air conditioner in the summer, and it gets quite hot.  Wow, isn't that one heck of a story?

 "This, this just isn't gonna work."

 "Well, why not?  It has everything: a fascinating story, something that doesn't seem to be so true, and the ending where
we find out that nothing is actually wrong.  It seems like the perfect semi-horror story, if you ask me."

 "Well, we're not.  We're not asking you.  This is beyond ridiculous, and I doubt that anyone would read a story like this,
not in a million years!"

 "Oh?" I ask. "Well, I have something, something chilling.  Something that'll knock your socks off in under 30 seconds."

 "Well, spill it.  We don't have all day, here."
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 This is a story about a guy named Mal.  His name is like the mallow bars that you get in that one vending machine at our
school, what were they called agai--

 "Wait a minute, YOUR name is Mal, this isn't about you, is it?" they ask.

 "It may be."  I say, whilst grinning.

 "Can we just get back to thee point?  Like I said, I don't have all day here, I've got things to do, I have a life."

 "Oh...  Is it a girl?  Ohohoho." someone remarks.

 "Uh-- maybe." they say.

 "Can I just get back to the point?" I ask.  "Well, I'm going to anyways!" >
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 This is the story about Mal, who may or may not be myself.  A story that place in the depths of our school.  You think
that there's only three stories on this old building, but what you don't know, is that there were renovations that took
place far before any of us were born.

 When this old school was here, it had two basements for classrooms and storage, plus a few more underneath, where no one
could go except the principal and a couple of janitors.  What actually lied beneath the school, no one really knows
nowadays.  However, they say that there is still an accessible route to these underground rooms, an elevator that hasn't
been used in over thirty years.

 Have you ever been to thee lunchroom and noticed that there is a closet right behind the checkout lady?  You know when
you go into the actual area where food is served.  You have to go back past all of thee lunch ladies, until you find
that mysterious freezer where the month old ice cream is still lying.  You take it anyways, because that ice cream is
still oh so delicious in that well-approved freezer.

 So when you check out, you have to leave the room out of a single door, one that has metal grates which close, when
the lunch service is closed, but there's still that door that leads to wherever.

 "Wait a second, once I had to go in there." someone says.

 "Really?" we ask in unison.

 "Yeah, there's really nothing to see in there, just some brooms and whatnot, I used them to clean up the milk I spilt."

 "Oh, but did you see that row full of keys on thee left side?" I ask.

 "I-- I think I did." he replies.

 "Well, if you ever look again, there's one that has a large letter 'E' on it.  That's the one that's used to operate
the elevator."

 "So, where is this elevator, if there really is one?"

 "It's-- have you ever been to that new hallway where no one ever lurks, except that one teacher who says he's always
on his smoke break back there?"

 "The French teacher?"

 "Yeah, that guy.  He's hella weird."

 "No he isn't.  He's a really nice guy, if you just take the time to get to know him; oh, and learn French...
Apparently he really doesn't know English that well, and if you put an answer in it, he's sure to mark that question
wrong!"

 "That hallway actually goes down farther than you think.." I continue. "..It starts to slope down, the farther you take
it.  Soon, you'll reach a door that's marked 'Authorized Personal Only' in big red letters, on a white sign.  That door
is always locked if you try it, but I guarantee that the key I mentioned earlier with the big letter 'E' one it will open
the door right up.  A little farther down, and the elevator will be right around the corner.  The same key is used to
call for it, and within a jiffy, you'll be able to go down to the forgotten floors to see if anything lurks below."

 "Wait a sec, how do you know all this?" someone asks, "Have you been down there?" they continue.

 "Well-- no, but I heard a story, at least from my brother.  He said that while he was still at this school, him and his
friends decided to go down there and see what they could find.  I was warned to never go down there, they didn't make it
that far down, to say the least." I say, gulping.

 "This is all fair and good," my friend Tommy starts, "But this isn't really horror.  If what you say is actually true,
Lin, then the only way we can find out what's actually true, is by going down there!"

 "I really don't know, my older brother said to never go down there, ever, and he's a pretty tough guy, so are his
friends." I reply.

 "Look," Tommy continues, "all you guys can come over to my house on Friday, and we can discuss what we're going to do.
My mom bakes some pretty sweet cookies.  You know what I'm talking about, right Lin?  He's been over to my house dozens
of times before."

 "Chocolate chip?" I ask.

 "Yup." he replies.

 "Okay, okay, Tommy's right.  We can't just sit here and not actually find any good horror stories, or else this
newspaper won't have anything good in it.  I'm sure after we all go down there and see for ourselves that nothing is
actually wrong, maybe scare each other a few times and whatnot, but after we're all back safe and sound, we'll be able
to come up with some great stories.  They'll make state, I'm sure of it!"

 "You just said that because cookies.  I'm out, no ifs, nor buts."

 "Not even butts?"

 "Nope, fuck off, I can get those any day!"

"Hey kid, are you alright?"

"Oh-- What, me?!" I ask.

"Yeah, you.  You look as if you've seen a ghost, and you're just layin' here and all..."

"I'm fine." I reply.

"Well, okay."

 Few, that was close, I didn't think I'd meet anyone here; at least, not yet.  That context's a little off.  First of
all, it's not what you think.  I'm not off doing some illegal activities, or whatever you have in mind.  I'm just--
exploring.  I want to see what's up here.

 Where, you ask?  Up on the Skydeck, of the One.  It's the building that replaced the World Trade Center, after it went
down all those years ago.  I want to find the secrets of what's going on, I'm on a mission, a mission from God, just
kidding.

"Hey, there's no laying up here." a man yells, as he rushes towards me.  He looks to be a janitor of some sort.

"Oh, sorry." I say just as I'm getting up.

"Well, don't do it again."

 And he's off.  Another close one.  See, I'm trying to get up as high as I can.  Before I actually go and do my research,
I want to at least get a nice view.  I heard you can see the entire city from here!

 My name is Lam.  I'm 17 years old and have the whole world ahead of me, or at least that's what everyone tells me.  I
think that's all a load of crap.  There's one thing in my mind, and that's it.  I want to find the truth.  Of what--
Well, it's some type ol' conspiracy that's been going around on the net for months, ever since that crash.

 See, there's been a ton of terrorist attacks recently, but none of them have seem that significant.  The media just
reports on them like normal, nothing special.  But then one day, there was some type of asteroid.  That's all we heard.
An asteroid had hit a few hundred yards from the Pentagon, and had taken out a major records building.

 Now, and asteroid hitting a building-- doesn't seem that off.  I mean, it's possible, but apparently this building was
at least a mile long and everything was destroyed in the blast.  That seems just a tad peculiar to me.  So, I decided
to do some research, I thought I could uncover something that the media hadn't told us yet.

 To my success, there was a link in one of the message boards I was asking around on.  The only problem was, was that
it was a .onion, which can only be accessible by the TOR browser.  For whatever reason they decided to do such, this
had to be some super secret information.

 But when I got there, it was just a blank .txt document.  The words were a little scrambled, and when I was finally
able to read what it said, it was really just gibberish.  A bunch of "clues", apparently.  A few of them were links
to news sites that I had never heard of.  They had said that it was a big conspiracy that the main news stations
had only covered what they had.

 Other links were to articles from anons who had thought that it wasn't an asteroid at all, but a terrorist attack
to thwart the government from being able to access some records in the upcoming election.  See, these were all thoughts
that I already had.

 I continued to read a few hundred other links, but there was one that really caught my eye.  Even after clicking it, I
found out that it was password protected.  The passcode was located in one of the clues on the main website.  A sort
of riddle.  I had to Google a bunch of different names and finally came across the answer.  Something I doubt you'll ever
get.

 So, this website, it was more like a chatroom per se, but everyone on there was anonymous.  For some reason, when I
logged in, there was over 1,000 users on at the time.  Whenever someone asked a question, all these anon posters would
write what they thought and so on.

 I decided to ask about the asteroid attack on the government records, explaining how I believed it was some sort of
conspiracy.  Never did I expect to receive so many replies as I did.  Some of them went off about the terrorist ploy
that I had first thought and read about, but most of them had something else to say, something far stranger.

 See, they introduced me to the what they called "worlds", basically saying that we aren't the only planet that can
support life.  Apparently there's been far more that have come before us, as well as this being one of many different
Earths, but all within alternate dimensions.

 The truth of the matter, is that there's not just one me, one you, but alternates, far throughout the universe.
Apparently this is all top secret information, that's only housed by the top government officials in each of the
leading countries throughout.  That astroid attack only happened, because there was a breach in the contract by
none other then the president, Obama.

 From what I read, there's an allegiance between most of the planets out there that have intelligent life.  They
all have quotas from which they must meet, such as maintaining this amount of so and so, and whatnot, and different laws
apply to not only this world, but many others out there.

 Now, the more that I think about it, I feel like I'm really not out there, alone.  When I'm walking down a quiet street,
I feel as though I'm being watched.  I know that there's something there, in my presence, even though I cannot see such.
These aliens come in all shapes and sizes, and the more that I read these replies, the more I believed that there are
actually ones that walk among us.

 So, to get to the point, the United States had breached a contract with the Universal Council.  Something that had
to be punished by, well what have you.  I don't know the details, but an anon opened up a separate chat room and told
me that the secrets could be found, but only by the clues of what was on that link I was originally given.  So, here
I am, and this is my story.  Apparently the first clue, which was a riddle just like the passcode, somehow had something
to do with the skytower on this exact date, February 22nd, 2016.

"Brrr, it's cold."  I whisper aloud.  I'm not really wearing anything warm, just my neffmau5 hoody and some jeans.  I have
my leather Coverses on, but they really don't do much to protect me from the cold, and it's about 32 degrees F out here.
The clues stated that something will go down here at around 11:38 pm; the only problem, is that this skytower closes at
nine, and it's ten till.

 I'm not even sure where I'll see whatever I'll see, but it's definitely not going to be on the skytower.  We're not
nearly as close to the roof as we could be.  It's warm, I'm not even outside.  The skytower is located on the 76th floor,
and there are 110 floors in total.  That's a long way up.  At least from there, the view is pretty nice, but I assume
that when I actually do make it up to the room, the city will look a million times better!

 But before any of that can happen, I'm meeting someone here, a girl.  Oh boy, a girl.  I'm so glad I'm single right
now.  Her name is Cylia, and I met her off another chatroom, that had discussed this whole 'alien' thing and the
conspiracy going on.  We thought that since we both lived in the same city, we'd meet each other and see what we find.

 I'm not really sure how I can find her, though.  All she told me was that she'd be wearing black colors, and that
she had black hair with dark red highlights.  Some sort of goth, I believe.  All I told her, was that I'm cute!

 Here's some more context about myself, I attend Liberty High School in downtown New York.  I'm 6'3, and have blond hair
and blue eyes.  Trim, not really that muscular, but I can get around.  I ride my longboard all over the city, whenever I
can get away.  And that's about it, I'm just a regular guy, to be honest.  I go to school, ride around, oh and play
video games.  One of my favorites right now is Overwatch.  Support main, I play a little of everything, though.  D.va
is one cutie, if you ask me!

"Hey--" A girl is tugging on my sleeve.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Have you seen my mommy?" The girl looks around ten, so she's not Cylia.

"No, I haven't seen her.  Do you want me to help you look?  What does your mommy look like?"

"She's--  Oh, there she is!" The girl runs off cheerfully.

 All this moment, I can feel that someone, or something, is in my presence.  I can feel it.  Days like this have gone
by where I felt this way and decided to leave a situation, something bad has happened.  I don't want to risk it.  But
then again, I really need to find out what's going on tonight at eleven.

I look out.

 Oh, that looks like a girl.  She thinks she's hiding, I bet.  Looks like she's trying to see who I am.  Oh, and she's
even in all black, just like Cylia.  That must be her.  I'll trick her and get behind her! >  Nothing like scaring
cuties at night on a skydeck in the middle of New York City.  You don't get to do this very often, hehe.

I step off to the side.  The girl is still facing the window where I once was, kinda looking like she's drifting off
into space.  What a weirdo; but then again, I do that, too.  Ha.

 That girl is a lot cuter than I thought, and she's not really that goth at all.  She's just dark, dark with a little
red trim on her hair.  Kinda kinky, if you ask me.  I'd totes date, any time, any day.  Tight black jeans, a black OWSLA
shirt, and combat boots.  She's totally cool!  Her hair is still in that sort of emo cut, but it looks okay, no biggie.

Walking close to the side of the skydeck, and jumping behind a few pillars near the windows, I'm able to get right
behind her.

 Oh, I wonder what I'm going to say to her.  How about just 'boo'?  Yeah, that works.  Wait-- Who just said that?
Nobody.  Oh, okay.  Wait-- Is someone here?  No reply, eh.  Alright alright, I'll just go with 'boo'.  It'll totally
scare her, but not too badly, I hope.  Then we'll just introduce ourselves like a normal date, per se, and see what
we'll plan on doing for later, hint hint.

While quickly putting my hands on her shoulders, I shout 'boo'.  A high-pitched scream reaches out to me, and she turns
around glaring.

"H-Hey, w-what you d-do that f-for?" she asks.

 Hi, my name is Zenn.  Yes, I know that it's a name that most people haven't heard for a while, let alone ever, but it's
something that I'm extremely proud of.  Zenn comes from thee word 'zen', so it dates back to my Buddhist ancestors.
So cool!

 Who am I?  I suppose you'd like to know whom you're speaking of, correct?  Or did you just want to go off on a tangent
with me or something along those lines?  I mean I've never really done roleplay like that before, but I'm obviously
ready for such, I'm practically an adult!  Well, 15 years old seems almost adult-worthy if you ask me.  I feel like an
adult.

 Cute girls-- Well that's another story.  They don't really look at me like an adult, in fact, they don't really look
at me at all.  I've never made contact with a girl.  I've never been in one of those awkward conversations that you
read in manga and whatnot.  Man, that's what I dream of.  I want to just be walking down the street and run into an
amazingly cute girl, knock her things over, and then some sort of magic happens, and we end up being besties and even,
dare I speak it, GOING OUT!!!

 But alas, I don't really tend to know the first thing about girls.  All of my friends-- Wait, scratch that.  I don't
really have friends either.  I just exist.  But if I had friends!--  I'd so be talking to them about how to get girls,
I bet they'd all be going on all sorts of dates and I'd get all of the pointers.  I know a lot about pointers, for
instance--.

*BZZPPP* *BZZPPP*

"Ey Zenn, wake the fuck up and turn off that damn alarm, would you please?  I'm trying to sleep here!"

 That-- is my mom, or well my older sister.

"Good morning, Sis." I yell down.

"Fuck off."

 She's really nice, that is if you first meet her.  Sometimes when our parents were around, she'd be the most amazing
person to just ask about anything.  The only time she's ever like that anymore, is when she's drunk, and that's
about every night.  I worry about her, y'know?  It's pretty hard when both your parents just disappear right off thee
face of the earth.

 That's the part I didn't tell you.  The part as to why girls, same with friends, don't really tend to hang with me,
Zenn.  You see, there was this accident, six years ago.  I was sorta young back then so I don't really know the details.
Basically, as I previously stated, my parents just, well, disappeared.  Yes, without a trace.

 All these news stories came out afterwards-- Some say it was aliens, some say the government, but all of them concluded
that my parents were dead.  Dead.  Dead as a doornail.  That's something I just can't bring myself to believe.  I know
it's not true, and I have proof.

 You see, when I was a little younger, say seven or eight, when my dad was still around, he told me something, something
that has stuck with me since-- forever.  My dad-- Was looking up aliens.  And he told me that his goal was to find them
and bring back proper evidence that these aliens existed.

 I know that it doesn't sound like much now, but at the time, that was the coolest thing that I had ever heard from him.
And although right now, you may not believe whatever is spat at you from some 'Zenn' guy, but you gotta just trust me.
One day, I'll find those aliens, and my parents.  We'll all live happily ever after, or so to speak; I haven't really
planned out what will happen by the time that comes up, but we'll see!

"Zenn, you have to get ready for school!" Sis yells even louder this time.

"Alright Sis, I'll be right down!" I yell back.

 Yes, I know, it's crazy, crazy that an alien hunter, or well, finder, has to go to school.  That really sucks.  All
my dreams of actually finding said aliens or a shot of fame'll have to wait.  Hum, but at least I may be able to
sneak a few looks at some nice racks, panty shots-- maybe even be able to find a cute girl to call my own!

 *blushes hard, all the way down to the kitchen*

"What the fuck happened to you?  You're all red." My Sis asks.

"Love."

"Oh, how sweet, the love you don't have.  That's nice.  I'll be home late tonight, there's some bread here to make toast,
if you'd like.  See ya."  Sis runs out the door before I can even retort.

 I hate it when she goes out like this every night.  She's an adult, 19, but she has to deal with me.  Still pretty
lame that she makes it her goal to just get drunk or whatever.  Only four years older than me and acting like that is
totally dumb.

 So...  If you're reading this so far, you'd think that I'm actually a lot smarter than I look, well you don't really
know what I look like but just roll with me here.  Yes, I'm in all of the highest honors classes.  That's where I can
score some great shots at girls.  I'm also the president of the local Photography club at my school.  No no, I'm not
that lewd.

 Look, the only pics I've ever taken are of wildlife, buildings-- and a few panties, bras, underwear here and there,
IF THERE'S TIME!

 *inserts picture of a Canon Camera with really nice panty shot*

 I'm Zenn; another reason as to why people dislike someone on like me is because I don't have neither a last name, nor
a middle name.  It's weird, I know.  My parents just went by their first names, and when they disappeared, the
authorities had no clue what to call us, so they just left it blank.  Even our birth certificates had just our first
names on them.  It was far out.

 I live on thee east side of Manhattan, so basically downtown New York.  Sis and I live about six or so blocks from the
school, which is pretty nice.  The strange thing is, when our parents disappeared, this apartment was paid off for the
next fifteen years, like they knew that they would be leaving soon or something.  

Anywhoze.  A girl-- Her name was Syne. Syne, may or may not have been the
girl of my dreams-- Did I mention that she's a witch? And not just any witch either.. What a smug one, she was, or is.
Edgiest witch in thee history of witches, green hair.  What did you expect, though.  Magic was maxed, I didn't know
it could go so high, until I met her face to face.  Defense was pretty sweet, as well.  As for smarts, she was up there,
not dull or anything, just a little off, per say?  Syne was a ditz back then.  XD

And then there were some more characters, all whoze names you would expect.  Coze.  One hell of a kid, that one.  He sure
knew his way around a computer.  He was able to excel at everything-- Everything that wasn't magic.  Did I also mention
Coze is Syne's twin brother?  Magic is at a fat zero, smarts all the way up, and as for defense-- Well, Syne was always
the one to protect him, so I don't really know for sure.  Not really as ditzy as her, but he sure knew how to get down
on his work and stay there for hours, sometimes even days at a time.

Now lastly-- You know you can't forget the one that matters the most.  Absolute tank.  Tange-- The last of the bunch, an
orphan who was picked up long after Syne and Coze were together.  His magic is completely lame but he can at least do
some decent lighting here and there-- Did I mention his favorite colors are: red, yellow, and orange?  Not that that
matters or anything, but yeah.  Tange isn't that bright but he's good as a tank, can really support the team when
they need help.  Totally has a thing for Syne, but then again, who doesn't?  I'd take her any day.

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So those are the three, prodigies at our school, Magica Academy.  But you might just be wondering, and if not, I think
it's the right time to tell you who I am.  Well, maybe.  I'm just another student at this school.  I happened to get to
know the three because they all joined the student council as freshmen, right after they transferred here from
wherever.  I was a sophomore back then, just a member, but now I am president of the student council here.  My name is
Sven.  Yes-- I am a vampire, that's the thing about this academy..

Aside from the regular students that are learning from books and how to work in thee military about here and there,
this school was designed for crafting students that could join the military ranks in defending us from things-- Mechs.
Mechs that just came out of the sky one day, from outer space.  They're unmanned but sure pack a punch.  We've been
trying to communicate with them, ever since that faithful day, March 31st, 2077.

It was then that I was but a youngling.. Living in my castle-- aka an apartment in Magica City.  Back then, there wasn't
any academy for the kids to go to, and I was enrolled in a public school.  People knew that I was different, however.
I also met a few people that seemed to use magic as if it were a piece of cake.  I didn't have such powers.  I really
didn't know much about myself, but I did tend to get into all sorts of trouble-- That, and my grandfather was like
400 years old at the time.  He's 408 now, to be exact.

So aside from everything that you read in books about vampires, just think of me as such, you know: super strength, a
lust for a super cute girl's blood, one whom I want to make my vampire queen one day...  All that sort of whatever.
EXCEPT-- Whoever thought of the idea that vampires who go out in the sun will burn to a crisp should die on a stake
somewhere.  That's absolute bologna and I know for darned well that I can go out whenever I very well please.  I'm just
really, really white, and may have to apply a little sunscreen here and there, that's all.  

Anyways, back to what I was saying.  No, it was not a dream, mechs actually fell from the sky.  They were almost exactly
as they were pictured in manga back then.  I was in awe at the time, sitting there at my desk while the math teacher
went on about some kind of formula, where at the time, I thought I'd never use.  I never expected myself to be the
head researcher, as well as the student council president.  I never knew like this would happen.  

Not much of what you'd expect from an alien overworldly takeover type of thing.  The mechs came down and went into some
type of dormant.  The military, who back at the time only had a few people who could control magic-- the higher-ups, the
rest of the guys just relied on the type of weapons that you'd normally see: tanks, helicopters, drones, rocket
launchers, and whatnot.  The next thing that happened, was that the military issued a state of warning.  We all had to
file into the underground shelters and wait to see what would happen after that.

I had to go alone.  My parents, they were a part of the military and were sent to the front lines to use their powers
against these mechs.  I haven't seen them since, but I know in my heart that they haven't died yet.  A vampire is a race
that takes a lot to knock down-- at least, that's what my grandfather always tells me.  I just keep reciting that to
myself every night.  I know that I will be reunited with my parents sometime in the future.  

I'm not really sure what happened after that, my memory is a bit clouded, but apparently the entire city was down there
for almost a year.  We didn't hear much about what else was going on throughout the rest of the world, but when we
finally did, everyone looked in horror at the destruction of the mechs, it was just like a scene right out of the most
popular action anime of the season-- and that isn't good!

“I know you don’t really know me, but I exist.  Exist in what may be the smallest and least significant form possible, but I’m still there, hiding, waiting for you to pop into an area where I control everything and everyone, waiting to toy with you like a piece meat, waiting for you to become my prey.”

“Whoa, that’s a little vile, don’t you think?” they ask.  

“I mean sure, but that’s what describes what’s down there, that thing I hope to never encounter.  Oh, it just scares me to think about it, OMG!” I exclaim. “Hehe, just kidding.”

“Ah, you had me a little worried there for a second, I thought this just might be the monster of thee century.  Something that’ll surely scare us to pie.” Mr. A said.

“Please, that makes no sense, I already go home to pie every single night, thanks to my mother, that is!” someone yells out.

“Although— This isn’t something we should be joking about,” Mr. A continues.  “It’s a well-known fact that something like this actually exists where we least expect it, you should all keep on your toes for when it does!” he chuckled and then grimaced at us.  

“Right, we’ll all keep that in mind, Mr. A.” we all said in unison.

~~~~~ORRRRRR~~~~~

     

Okay, so Kristine said that I need to pick up twelve tomatoes, a loaf of bread and maybe some pie?  I think I just threw in that last one.  The berries are in season right now, so I think we can just make one ourselves.  

But why twelve?  Is there something special going on?  I think I’ll have to check on that later.

“Hi, this is Jeff, and welcome to Jeff’s Superstore, where we have all that you need and more!”, the loudspeaker went off repeatedly with.  

That’s rather annoying, I think.  That talking lumberjack dude is rather weird, I sort of just want to break his neck.  Joking, joking.  

My name is Sam, and I’m here to tell you the story of a guy, Marc for now.  He’s not crazy, he’s not a lunatic, he’s just whomever, shopping in a store, that seems to be ‘rather annoying’, for his wife.  Marc is not really anyone special, he’s just someone who seems to fit rather well in the beginning of a murder story.  

See, we don’t want to just jump into the fact that this is about murder, it might not be, it might just be your regular old story about a guy that has to get twelve tomatoes because he like a lot of tomatoes.  That sound super duper interesting, I think I might just quit whilst I’m right here and start writing about that.  I think loads of people will buy that sort of book, I might even make it to the bestseller’s list.  But enough about me, back to the story.

     

“Is there anything I can help you find, sir?  We seem to be closing soon, and you look a little lost.”, the store person asked nicely.