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I woke up in this cabin, locked up with a body next to me, No head, no arms,
just legs and feet. I tried to stay calm but this smell had me alarmed,
And then i looked around, to find a camera pin to the ground.
Then i hear a voice in this weird sound, hello Wisdom, who are you? saw?
No, im going to gut you raw.

Look you got the wrong one, NO, YOU THE DETECTIVE THAT SHOT ME WITH THAT GUN.
He killed the wanted construction worker, and i was next, then a message came through in a text.
It read we been tracking you, and the new killer is the camera dude.

He walks closer and closer with a axe in his hand, blood driping and here the killer stands,
swinging the axe, i pulled the matt and roll flat, to land on my back.
The axe miss i pissed, not because i was scared, but my head was split now aint this a BITCH.

The cops never on time, but here is my life on the line, BAM the door kicked in bullet to the head of the camera man. He went missing when we tried to give him a award, he had sufferd a nub. You went missing at the same time, so i guess the case were all mine. THE INOCENT CAMERA MAN BECAME MADD WITH A VENDETTA TO KILL HIS DAD. YES IT WAS MY SON ALL ALONG THATS WHY I ENDED UP IN MY CABIN HOME.
CASE CLOSED
A BLOODY MURDERER