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John awoke with a start. Another nightmare. Or rather, the same nightmare he had been having for three nights. A dream of death. It was dark. Scary images showed up in his head, or images that would be scary to a child. Everything was fake in there. But then two adult men walked in. The blurred vision of a live cat in the background. There faces were blurred, and one man was wearing a ski-mask. The man with the ski mask would stab the other man in the back, just after an extremely loud meow from the cat, then put the body in one of the fake vampires coffins.

John never really understood what this dream meant. Was he expected to? He groaned, got out of bed, and headed to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror. He didn't think he looked too bad. He was 5'8, black hair, and had brown eyes. When he stepped on the scale, he wasn't embarrassed either, because he only weighed 159 pounds, with a lot of it being muscle weight. He then got dressed, combed his hair, and left the building. He was hardly awake as he walked to the post office around the corner. He worked there, from 7:00 A.M. to 5:00 P.M.

He wasn't too happy with his job. It was boring and long. Two things that he did not enjoy. As he walked home, he was tired. He turned on the news, and there was a report on a murder.

"A corpse of a man was found at the circus today, and it is believed to be three days old" The news reporter said. John was breathless as he sat down to listen to the report.

"The body was well hidden, because it wasn't found until now, and the circus has been running since this man was dead. It was hidden in the haunted house, and looked like part of the act. People commented on how real it looked. It fell while some people were walking by, and security soon found the body. It has been identified as Frank Houston."

Even before his picture appeared on the screen, John knew who it was.He was John's boss, a snotty person that never treated him right at the post office. He had been wondering why he hadn't been showing up lately. But more importantly, he had dreamed this. What was going on? He got up and paced the floors. His thoughts were of the dream. Would he have more dreams?

"If I have any more, I'll go to the cops" he thought to himself. "Yes, that should work." It was only 6:30, but John felt as tired as if it was 11:00. He jumped in bed without even getting dressed. And he had the same dream that had tormented him for three nights before.

Yet now it was clearer. This time the man's face was no longer blurred, now he could see it was Frank, and the murder was shown to him once again, and it was even worse without the blurs. The cat was pure black, with blue eyes. But it was longer this time. It continued on, from the body hanging there, to it being found. It did not stop even stop there. He then saw a blurred face of a woman and she was at the docks, along with the cat. The masked man was there with her. John wanted to shout a warning to the woman, but it was all a dream. He saw the man pull a gun out at her. After a few long meows He shot her three times in the back of the head. He once again woke with a start.

He noticed the time was 8:45. He forgot to set his alarm! He ran out the door, and around the block to the post office. Then he remembered, It was Sunday, and the post office was closed. He started back home when he started to think about his dream again. He had to go to the police, but he believed that the murder had happened already. He went anyway, just in case he could still save her. When he arrived, he told them everything.

"I've been having these dreams of people, and a man wearing a ski mask. He always kills them, then I hear on the news of people dying, and it is the same way I dreamt it" He said in a speedy voice. The police man looked as though he was going to burst out laughing. John knew that they didn't believe him.

"Look, just go check the docks. There will be a body of a woman, and she will have 3 bullet holes in the back of her head." John told them.The police straightened up. "Fine, we'll send one man to see this body, and if there ain't no body, we don't want to hear from you again. Ok?" the policeman said, now slightly aggrivated.

They sent one man with him to the docks to find the body. John knew exactly where the body was. When John arrived, he almost vomited. He had never seen a 'live' dead body. No pun intended. It smelled horrible also. The police used his radio to call more people down, and now the scene was full of activity. The police pulled John to the side.

"How do we know that you didn't do it?" they said, looking at John suspiciously.
"If I did it, then why did I come to the police and lead them straight to the body!?" John said. He was angry for anyone to accuse him of any crimes, especially murder. How could he have done it? John wasn't a liar, and all his friends and relatives knew this. He went over to the corpse.

We've identified the body. It is that of Julian Bowers" One of the inspectors stated.

John looked up instantly. That was his girlfriend from high school. She eventually got married to someone else. How could he not recognize her at first sight? One reason was that high school was 13 years ago, and it showed. She was much different, but John thought she must have been a lot prettier if she wasn't dead. Her long, black hair hung down from her corpse as her body was put into a body bag.

But he remembered her. Unlike Frank, he cared for Julian, and actually remembered her. All at once, a wave of mixed up Flashbacks came to John.

"Hey John, did you do that math homework?"
"Your eyes look... different. You get contacts?"
"Nice shirt, I haven't seen anything like it. It looks like it would look horrible on anyone but you."

After picturing all the flashbacks and memories, he burst into tears. This man must be stopped, before he does something to someone else. And then John thought something horrible. The two people that this man had murdered were both somehow involved in his life. What if it was his family members next? Or even him? He couldn't know. His dreams were always too late to rescue them. He knew that tonight he was going to dream again, so he called the post office for a sick day. It wasn't all a lie. The body of his dead girlfriend was having bad effects on his stomach.

It was early, but he needed to sleep. Maybe if he went ot bed earlier, he could wake up before it happened. Hehad a feeling that that wasnrquote t going to work. For some reason, he was starting to understand how these dreams worked. They happened as the murder happened. This proved itself, because he did not have his dream until later in the night. He dreamed of the murder of his girlfriend, unblurred, and then, after that, he dreamed again. It was the masked man, unmasked. His face was blurred as usual, but it wasn't masked. Maybe this dream was the one that would reveal the man. In the dream, there was the masked man, and another blurred man's face. But even though he could not see his face, he could tell who he was. This was Steve, John' s best friend since Middle School. He always wore the same shirt when they went places together. John tensed up in the dream. This couldn't be true. Not Steve, not Steve was all he could think. And the worst part was, this was the most gruesome murder.

The masked man pulled out a sword that looked like an ancient Chinese sword. Again, after three meows, He took it, and sliced of Steve's head. It wasn't as bad, because it was blurred, but it wasn't a sight that he enjoyed seeing. He woke up sweating and crying. This guy had gone too far. This man had to pay for what he had done. John feebly got up, and walked to the door. The dream had taken place on a rooftop. Then he realized that it was 'their roof'. Steve and John had always gone up there to celebrate, talk, or do anything they wanted. It was on top of the Apartment building across the street from Johnrquote s house. He told the police, and when he got to the roof tops where the murder happened, he vomited. The severed head of his best friend lay on the roof tops, right next to the body. The police did their investigation, then left. John stayed on the roof that night. He cried for hours.

And, like with Julian, he had flashbacks.
"Yea, spittin' off the roof on to people is fun. Come try it!"
"Man, that food musta been poisoned or something, now my stomach is all... grumbly."

These memories tore him apart.

When he finally got home, he got out a map. When he looked at it, the murders had been getting closer and closer. And then he realized that the last one was across the street from him. He knew that he had to be next. But what could he do? If he didn't go to sleep, he would be killed, if he left the building, he would more than likely be killed. But maybe if he dreamed that night, he could find out who the murderer was. he only hoped it wouldn't be too late. He expected a dream that night when he went to sleep. And he got one he didn't want.

This time the picture removed all blurs, and he could see the murder's face, and the gruesome murder of his best friend. This time it wasn't his friend's death that made him sick. It was the killer. When the man turned around, John couldn't believe it. He saw his own face staring back at him.

What he saw made no sense. How could he have killed these people? He was asleep. But then he realized he wasn't. He was awake, staring with wide eyes, right as he thought he was dreaming. And then powerful flashbacks came at him, bringing him to his knees.

Hey Frank, wanna go frighten little kids at the haunted house?

"Sure, got nothing better to do"
"Hey Julian, its me"
"John? Man, its been years. Its nice to see you."
"You want to go to the docks? I know, I know, your married, but just to remember the old days?"
"That would be nice, thanks."
"Steve, want to go to that old place on the roof where we got together as kids?"
"Sure, haven't been there in years"

All this was torturing him. And then more flashbacks, this time of how he murdered them, with sound, no blurs, and now he wasn't wearing a ski mask. It was horrible. But why? Why had he done this?

Then he thought to himself, "Simple, they had all done things to ruin my life. Frank, my boss has treated me like trash since the day I walked in the post office. Julian left me for someone else, ruining my hopes and dreams, and crushing all chances of ever wanting another relationship. Then Steve. Steve was the worst." John didn't know how he forgot what Steve did.

Steve was the master of dares. He made you do anything in a dare, and John, being his best friend, did everything. Even some things that should never have happened. John was stupid to take on these dares. Once, he even robbed a store on a dare. Such a stupid act. He was let off easy, and only had to give the items back, but going to court and doing these stupid things was what caused his life to crumble. Julian didnrquote t like him anymore, and frankly, no one had the respect for him that they once did.

John knew that his insides had held this all up, and while he made the illusion to himself that he was only a victim, he was actually going around killing everyone that had ever effected his life for the worse. His mind was now spinning less and less as he understood more and more, until the entire thing made sense, and his brief moments of flashbacks halted. He understood now what his purpose was. It wasn't to solve the crimes, it was to commit them.

Soon after, John became a criminal. He was a murderer, a thief, and had committed almost every crime he could think of. Later, He killed himself while wearing a black ski mask. The black cat sitting right next to him until the police came.

Under the rug, police found all four weapons. The Knife, The Gun, the Sword. How they got there, noone knows, anything can happen.

John was the only one who understood all these things, and you may wonder how I was able to write down these things that only he would know. It turns out that John wrote in a journal from Middle School to death. The mind is a hard thing to understand, especially when you lose it. It is odd that even a crazy man can write the most wonderful things.

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