The Skinny

 

Have you ever heard the phrase, "Curiosity killed the cat."? Well you have now.

 

I was "born" October 31'st in the year 1902, to parents who were more than a little distressed at my bright green hair and glowing white skin. Left to fend for myself on the streets of what is now known as Detroit, I eeked out my survival daily by fighting stray dogs for scraps in the gutters. 
 

Those streets are where I honed my "killer" instincts and became what I am today. If you ever cross my path not having sought me out, know that I have been sent to you by someone you have greatly wronged. By all means RUN, I love it when you do, it makes the game that much more entertaining for me.

Run, hide, arm yourself, and even seek aid from the authorities, I can assure you it will do you little good. There's nothing more pleasing to my ears than those who beg for their life in utter futility. I WILL find you, and I WILL show you the error of your ways in the most unimaginably graphic way possible.

As one of my victims once stated in a letter I allowed him to write to his loved ones telling them of his impending fate, "ALWAYS FEAR, STABBY"S HERE!!!"

The only advice I can give you of any value is this, make amends with those you wronged. Atone for the anguish you've caused, because I'm out there in the ether, hoping and waiting for those victims to summon me so I can make your last days tormented beyond description.

 

T