Prologue

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Johnny Miller's POV

On the 24 July 2016 about 18 minutes to midnight I was in the office doing my daily work all alone since all the workers left for the day.

I was passing through some papers when I heard the creaking of the door at the far end of my office. The tiles made a creaking noise as light footsteps made its way across the office. I got up startled out of my seat,my chair rattling beging me as it bump into the wall.

I took tentative step towards the door completely alert because no one in my 28 years of working in this place has ever come here after nine. I saw the silhouette of a men near the big window, the full moon reflecting on his frame the light clashing on his silver knife in his hand.

He suddenly faced me and I gasped I recognition I backed away slowly bumping into the coffee table and I heard a photo frame fall at my feet slightly scratching my foot. I looked down and recognize the christmas photo of my family, my wife, sons and in laws family.

It finally dawned me that this might be my final day alive and I might never see my family again. I sent a silent prayer to God pleading for help, but I knew it would be hopeless. I bow my head down helplessness not wanting to look my killers eyes before I die. The last thing I heard was his chilling cold terrifying voice saying

"I promise you won't feel a thing"

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