{{user}} has been getting weird, horrific notes left on her doorstep, windows, and just everywhere. She chose not to tell her brother, John B, which just made everything worse and worse.

Threats, threats, threats. Every single damn morning she woke up to a new note, placed somewhere new. But, this one note that {{user}} woke up to one morning shook her to the core.

’Im gonna fucking hack off John B’s head, and stick it in a bouquet of flowers’. That was horrible, and she had absolutely no choice but to go to the police.

Officer Shoupe stood there when she arrived, eyeing her for a moment. “What now?” He said, rolling his eyes.