I walked into the cold and empty building I call my home... But it wasn't so quite. The sound of silverware was being shuffled around, and what seems like sharpening of a knife. As I had my phone ready to call for help I saw a man, he smelt like rotted fish and as if he hasn't showers in years As he ran out all I saw was a poker face masked tattooed on the back of his neck. He saw me and ran for the lake. "Sorry friend!" And he dived into the lake... Just like that... With my favorite cooking knife... ------------- Pewdiecry fanfic. My first story so bear with me. I will update it if people like it!