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Scary young man

There was a young man in the village. He was not very old, but he was already known as an odd sort of fellow.

The man in the corner of the room had never been here before.

He was sitting in a chair and staring at the wall. The floor was dirty, and the paint on the walls was peeling off. The only light came from a single lamp on the table beside him. It was a dull yellow light that seemed to make everything look even more dingy than it already was.

The man sat there quietly for hours, just staring at the wall. He didn't move, not even when someone walked into the room behind him and closed the door softly behind them. He just kept staring at that wall, his eyes wide open but unseeing as they took in every detail of its dirty surface. Every now and then he would blink slowly, but apart from that there were no signs of life in his body at all—no breathing or heartbeats or anything like that; just silence and stillness as he sat there waiting for something to happen...

I was walking through the woods one day, when suddenly I saw a man standing in the middle of the path. He was wearing a black cape, and his eyes were glowing red.

He pointed at me and started to walk toward me, so I ran away as fast as I could. But he kept coming closer!

I ran into a tree and fell over. When my eyes opened, he was standing over me with his hands on his hips, smiling down at me.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a deep voice that seemed to be coming from inside my head. "Do you know what this place is?"

I shook my head no and tried to get up off the ground but couldn't because of my ankle which had twisted under me when I fell against that tree.

"This is where all bad children go," said the man in black. "And if you don't leave right now..." He held up one finger like it was pointing at something behind him—and then there was silence for a moment while we both listened carefully—and then there was this loud crash sound coming from somewhere else in the forest!

The young man was nervous. He wasn't sure why, but he had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. That's why he had decided to stay at home even though it was a nice day out.

He decided to go into the kitchen to see if there was anything he could snack on. When he opened the fridge door, he saw something strange. It looked like an old man with gray hair and a beard was sitting in there with his back turned towards him. The young man thought about closing the door quickly and running away from this strange sight, but then he remembered that he needed something to eat or else he would starve!

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before opening them again slowly. When he opened them, he saw that there was no one sitting in there with him! He breathed out a sigh of relief as he reached for some cookies on the top shelf of the fridge and closed the door again quickly so no one would see him eating them without permission!

I was working at the factory. It was a long day, and I was tired. I wanted to go home and get some sleep, but there were still too many things left to do.

My boss had been talking about expanding our business for a while now, and he said he was going to meet with some investors after work to talk about it. He told me that if we could convince them to invest in our company, we'd be able to hire more people to help out with all the extra work that would come along with expansion.

I was excited about this opportunity—it meant that I could finally get a break from making parts all day long! But then something happened…

A man came into my office and sat down across from me at my desk. He looked like a businessman: impeccable suit, neatly-trimmed beard and mustache, nice haircut… but something about him seemed off—his eyes were too wide apart and his smile seemed forced.

"Hello," he said in an unnaturally deep voice as he leaned forward towards me menacingly over his desk. "You're just who I've been looking for."

There was a young man in the village. He was not very old, but he was already known as an odd sort of fellow.

He was quiet and spent most of his time alone, but whenever he did talk to people, he would tell them stories about how scary he was. The villagers would laugh at him and tell him that he wasn't scary at all—he just had a big imagination! But secretly they were afraid of him, because they knew that behind his quiet demeanor lay something dark: a strange desire to be feared by others.

The young man couldn't understand why everyone laughed at him when he told them about his plans for world domination or about how terrifying it would be when he became president of the United States someday. He thought that everyone else should have felt the same way about these things as he did—that they should have been as excited by them as he was, instead of just laughing at him and saying things like "You're only twelve years old!" or "You'll never make it past high school!"

One day, after being laughed at yet again by some boys who were flinging mudballs at each other across the yard where everyone had been playing baseball earlier that afternoon, the young man went home feeling very sad.

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