The Guy Who Stabbed Me One Night

I was working at a gas station. Late at night. However, something seemed off. I thought that someone was watching me. A sound caught my attention. It sounded like someone screaming in what seemed like intense agony.
Honestly, I was concerned. I slowly opened a cupboard. I saw a woman. About 30 or 40 years old. Black hair. She had been crying. That's why her eyes were so bloodshot. I tried to calm the woman down. But, she wouldn't stop screaming. I only made out one word.
'Run, before it is too late.' I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had doubted myself. I kept on thinking something may have happened.
The woman stopped screaming. Her eyes were, so very bloodshot. It felt like they were staring into my being. I felt stress. My chest slowly starting to hurt, but very badly this time. I thought that it was not normal.
I slowly walked over to the counter. Waiting for the next customer. I heard a gunshot. I thought I was dreaming. Then, when I turned my head, the cupboard was, closed.
Was someone there? The lights flickered, but, only for a little bit. About 4 seconds each. In short, it happened often. Causing me to stress more. I never thought this would happen.
I hears nothing. Dead silence. It filled the night. It made me insane. Almost too insane. But insane to the point of pulling my own hair out. I was certainly insane.
The woman I didn't know, was gone. I crossed my arms. Like a normal person would. I was very angry.
'Very funny, David.' I said, thinking it was some kind of prank. I noticed that she was back when I looked away.
This was getting suspicious. I felt a surge of rage. Coursing through my body. I tried to calm myself. Well, I knew that was impossible, but, still I tried. Was this a life that was willing to live? No, not at all.
I heard another gunshot. This time, it was louder. I heard rapid footsteps, coming from the cupboard. I heard a metal door open and a metal door slam shut. I slowly looked inside of the cupboard. What I saw was, horrifying.
There was red paint on the wall. It said YOUR NEXT. It filled with a sense of uncertain grief. Months of therapy didn't talk about strange writing on metal walls. Or, was I asleep? I cannot really remember.
I saw the body. It was, scary. Graphic too. The woman had been stabbed in the chest. Her limbs looked like were torn apart. With blood spilling out of her chest. I felt very sorry. Who did it? I noticed some markings on her arm. It was just something, weird.
'H.' Just H. I felt like it was a name. A name that only makes one feel pain. Physical. Emotional. Any type. I only feel this pain when I sleep in the bed wrong.
Darn. I was tired. Yet, I had to take out the trash. I threw the woman into a dumpster. She was carried away by a garbage truck. I didn't want to be suspicious. Because, my name is Landon Shitz. I live in Ohio. I'm 29 years old.
I was born with a weird last name. Don't question it. Do not. Do not even try. Do not question something like that. I am THE Landon Shitz.
I went inside. However, a power-cut happened. Everything is now dark. I took my flashlight out. It could help me see. Cuz, it was bright enough to help me to see what is around me and what is in front of me.
I figured that it was best to work. I heard the door open. I saw a old woman. Wearing a black hood. She had a black cauldron in front of her. With dashing gray hair. Plus, a long and crooked nose. Resembling the hag from Snow White.
'Oh, hello, may I please have a fresh bunch of apples?' The woman cackled. I smiled and I said yes. She then cackled and then, she disappeared. That was strange to me.
I saw someone outside. They seemed to be flying on what looked like a broomstick. I noticed their face. They looked like the Wicked Witch of the West. Complete, with the same black hat and a black dress and a green face.
She came flying down. She held her broomstick, as she slowly hid somewhere. She appeared in front of the door, in a puff of what looked like black smoke. I heard a cackle. She started to slowly walk up to the counter.
I heard her wicked voice. She sounded rather evil. She said something.
'May I buy a dog?' She cackled.
'We don't have dogs here, this is a gas station.' I said.
The witch disappeared. At least, I could finish for the night. Right? No. It wasn't that simple.
I wanted to walk home. I went through the doors. Lock everything up. That was about it.
It was very strange. The cleaners dealt with that writing. I thought that something wasn't right. The darkness felt, mysterious. Was something going to happen? If so, what?
I heard something teleport. I thought it was another funny prank. I thought that it was a prank. I should've been worried. Very worried.
I felt a sword stab me. This sword felt like diamond. I slowly turned around and I saw him. The legendary Herobrine. In all of his blocky glory.
He started to talk to me. What?
'Hello Landon, I'm In the mood to end your life.' He said.
'Does the H stand for Herobrine?' I said.
'Yeah it does, oh shit, I remember you!' Herobrine said, hugging me.
'I won't kill you, unless needed.' Herobrine said.
My stab wound magically disappeared. I was no longer in constant pain. Herobrine seemed happy. A skeleton popped up. Wearing a top hat and a monacle.
'Oh, I say, sorry for giving you gentlemen quite a fright!' The skeleton spoke.
'That's OK, I get that a lot.' Herobrine said.
'I got to 'spook' some more gentlemen and gentlewomen, farewell!' The skeleton then disappeared. Just like my Dad.
'You and me make a great team.' Herobrine said.
'hEy gUyS, wHaT'z gOgGiNg oN?' Rainbow Steve said.
'Fuck off.' Herobrine said.
Rainbow Steve died instantly. Which was very good for Herobrine. Also, very good for me, too.
The next thing I know, I was back at home. With Herobrine.
Then, something happened. It was shocking. It was terrifying. It was perfect.
A skeleton popped out and killed me! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
"YOUR NEXT GUYS! HMHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" - Signed by Herobrine!
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