I'm coming to get you
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 Hello <insert name here>, ARE YOU READY??!! I'm coming to get you. Yes, you. I'm going to your house and then kill the shit out of you. And after I'm going to open your fridge and make a turkey and mayo sandwhich. Then maybe I'll ravage your little cadaver. Who am I? That's not important, because you'll know my identity, when your on your last breath which is pretty soon. Where am I? Let's just say running is useless. And don't try to lock the doors or shut the windows, because I'll simply break them down. Now, you're probably thinking of calling the police. Well too bad for you I cut the phone wires and those silly little buffoons can't even start their own cars. Wanna scream? Why would you scream when you can empty your bowels into your trousers. That's a lot more adventurous! I'll throw your corpse down the stairs so I can enjoy my turkey and mayo sandwhich without your stink.
Why am I doing this you ask? Because you butted in line at the super market? Because you didn't invite me to your weekend cottage? Because you deleted me from face book? Or is it cause I like to kill people before I enjoy a turkey and mayo club? Two inches behind you in fact. I'll make this slow and painful.
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