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Albert

I look at myself and look in the mirror. My outfit is quite plain, If this dude is gonna try and kill me I don't wanna die looking plain. It's okay though, I still look good, I guess. I grab my coat and camera and head for my car. I start to drive and there's only one thing left on my mind. Who is texting me..

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I finally made it to the house, it's in the back roads and by a few orchards. I look around and it seemed like this was a very isolated place, LOOKS LIKE A GOOD PLACE TO MURDER SOMEBODY I GUESS. I shudder at the thought of this person being a psychotic serial killer. I braced myself and grab my camera. I slowly walk up the steps to the porch. Once getting to the door, I ring the doorbell. The ring barely starts before the door opens, I find myself looking at a man. Scratch that, a very attractive man. He was tall and lean, he had dark brown hair that was slicked back with gel. He was wearing a grey button up with black overalls, his outfit looked like it was freshly ironed. He smiled at me with perfectly straight teeth, "I'm glad you can make it, come accompany me at the dinner table." The stranger motions into the house.

I enter the house with caution, "I-I haven't seem to catch you name." I stutter. I must sound ridiculous, he'll think I'm afraid or something. 

"Oh, sorry. I'm Robert, how rude of me." He apologizes. " Also, no need to introduce yourself. I know who you are already, my friend." He smiled at me, only it didn't seem murderous. His smile felt warm and sweet. I smiled back at him, my nerves seemed to calm down.

"So, Robert, are you a fan?" I ask him. I mean he says he already knows of me. So, he must be a fan...right?

"You can say that. The dining room will be on the left" he tells me. I listen to him and walk into the dining room. "Please, take a seat." He insisted. I sat at the dinner table and looked at him, he took out plates and treys that have food on them. I look around the kitchen, the wall in front of me seemed to a picture have children who look identical to Robert. He has children? Once Robert was finished putting down the food on the table he smiled. He sure does smile a lot.. "You're probably wondering why I asked you to come here." He started, "Well, if i'm going to be honest, I've been watching you for awhile. I've grown quite attached to you, even though we haven't officially met til now."

"Oh, well that's nice of you." I mumble shyly, he makes me feel funny. There's just something about him. 

"Well, you can serve yourself." Robert Indicated."If you remember my text, I told you you'd have a coke waiting here for you." He mentioned. I nodded in reply.  so that's what he meant by having a coke waiting for me. I though he was a crazy, stalker, drug dealer, serial killer. Nope, he's just a nice, handsome, wholesome guy in overalls. 

He came back with two cans of coke in his his hands. He set one in front of me and sat in front of me. "Thank you" I said,  "Robert, I have a question to ask you." I stated.

Robert nodded his head, "Go ahead."

"That picture over there, are those your kids?" I pointed to the picture in the behind him. He looks at me, his smile faltering.  He expression grew gloomy. 

"Yes, those were my children." He whispered. "They are dead."

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I honestly didn't expect this to get so dark lmao

-CJ