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I don't know exactly when he started coming around our neighborhood, I had not spotted him until a few days after I heard the story from my neighbor, Danny. I was out getting the mail one day, and saw him raking up the leaves in his yard. I figured a little neighborly chit chat would be nice, and we started up some small talk. It wasn't until a few minutes into our conversation when he brought up the guy. He asked me if I saw that weird guy last night, around sun down. I had not, and asked more about this "weird guy." I always liked a funny tale, and if it wasn't that, then I at least should know about suspicious people hanging around our neighborhood. Danny didn't give much in sakes of details, all he saw was a man walking down the sidewalk in a rather odd way. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get Danny's attention. As he talked about this guy, he started getting frustrated. He started going off about how this guy was "strutting around like he owned the place" and that he "had this insufferable smile on his face." As he went on, his anger started to rise, and I quickly sought to change the subject. I was worried Danny was going to bite my head off. Apparently this odd fellow had left quite the impression on Danny, which was why I kept an eye out for him the next few days. I wanted to see this guy for myself. I wanted to know how some sidewalk stroller could be so irritating.

A few days later, I got my wish. I was in my living room watching TV, glancing out the front window every so often in hopes of sighting this weird guy. He indeed showed up as the sun was setting, as I spotted him on the horizon, his silhouette lit up by the fading light. At so far away, I wasn't able to identify him by appearances, but I was able to spot that strange walk of his. Danny was right about that part. The man moved in the oddest of manners. The way he walked took up the entire sidewalk, as his body swayed back and forth and his limbs flailed about like spaghetti noodles. It had to be one of the most obnoxious struts I had ever seen. He practically flung each leg forward as he walked, and his arms bounced and swung with every little movement and bump. His head stayed surprisingly upright during the whole circus show, practically unmoving as the rest of his body whipped about in a frenzy. It was like he was showing off or something. It was so stupid. No wonder Danny was irritated by the man. He was walking around like some circus freak, just begging for everyone's attention. It was so childish, so infantile. What the hell did this guy want? What was he hoping to achieve from all this? It had to be attention, or hoping someone would film his "silly" walk and post it on Youtube, making him some internet star or something. I bet kids do that all the time, doing some silly bullshit and posting it on the internet to become "famous," all while ignorant about how they look like a bunch of jackasses. What the hell was this guy's problem!? Why couldn't he just act like a normal human freaking being like everyone else!? It was so stupid! I hated that stupid walk so much, all while this freak thought it was the funniest thing in the world! He was indeed smiling like Danny said and it was the biggest, goofiest grin I have ever seen! So he did think it was a joke! He literally thought he was the funniest thing in the world but he wasn't he wasn't at all he was just acting like an absolute jackass for the whole world to see and it was so stupid I hated it I hated every second of it what the hell was his problem!? Eventually the dumb ass walked around the corner and out of my sight. I never felt so happy to be free of that stupid spectacle. Just the sight of the whole thing was making my blood boil. I went back to my show, but a part of me couldn't help thinking about that stupid idiot and his dip shit walk. The sheer thought of it made me fume. Our pleasant neighborhood now some stage for some loser who wanted to be liked by everyone. If he wanted to be Mr. Funny Pants, then he ought to join a comedy club or something, or at least take his act to some place that would tolerate it. The only place I could think of that would be fitting for that clown would be a firing line. At least I could see his stupid limbs jerk about one last time after someone blows his brains out. The only thing that took my mind off the whole thing was when my glass cup shattered in my grip. I hadn't realized I had been squeezing it so hard, and now I had cut myself pretty bad with the shards. I had to spend the rest of the night tending my wounds, but every so often I would think back to that guy. It was his fault after all.

After that night, I made a habit to keep watch for him, to see if he was indeed some regular to our town. Sadly, it turned out he was. Every night, he would strut his way down the sidewalk around sun down, doing his stupid little walk the whole time. It was the visual equivalent of nails on a chalkboard. It was so irritating, so obnoxious, but he did it every time. Every time. Every night he had to take his act down the street, thinking he was the funniest thing alive. I prayed that he would someday stop, that he just wouldn't be there the next day. Maybe his mother finally would lock him in his room, or maybe his asshole of a dad would finally beat the life out of him. But that wouldn't be very satisfying would it? No, I wanted to see him fail. I wanted to see him finally eat shit for all that he had done. Maybe have a car jump the curb and run him over. See his pathetic limbs get wrapped around the tires until they rip right out of their sockets. Maybe all those people who talked about the neighborhoods not being safe anymore could be right for once, and I could watch this jackass get mugged in the middle of the street. He would think its some prank or something, until a switchblade guts him like a fish. Or they could rough him up, stick his head on the curb and give it a good stomp. See him try to grin when his bloody teeth go spraying down the asphalt. It would be so satisfying to see. It would be great. Why couldn't the universe do this one bit of justice and smite him for the whole world to see. Now that would be a Youtube video I would watch! I would watch it each morning to motivate myself for the day. "Jackass Gets Whats Coming To Him" would be the title and it would be glorious. Play it on loop! Then I could see his smug grin turn to bloody mush as someone grinds it beneath their boot.

One night, I heard someone yelling at the idiot from their window. Apparently he had gotten more attention than I thought. I knew Danny and I watched him, because it was practically all we could talk about it. We loved swapping ideas on how this guy could bite it. Danny had a real nice one that involved a pack of feral dogs. It wasn't him that night, not at the start. Someone across the street was screaming at the guy, saying all the things I had always wanted to yell. I couldn't say "Amen" fast enough to those words! Finally someone was chewing him out! Giving him a real good tongue lashing! When I looked to the guy, though, he just strutted along as if it didn't bother him in the slightest! The nerve! The gall of it all! To act all high and mighty while he was strutting about like an idiot! Thinking that he was so much better if he just ignored it all! Oh that got me going! I had my window pulled up in a flash and I joined in too. I let it rip. I threw every insult and slur I could think of at the guy. PC police can bite my ass, he deserved every bit of it. Moments after I started in, I heard Danny join in too. Then another person, and another. It was a symphony of screaming and insults, as the whole neighborhood verbally assaulted the little shit. You know what he did?! He stopped walking and just stood there! Unfortunately, he was still doing the stupid little dance, but he was just standing in one spot now! It was like he was enjoying the whole thing! Like we were giving him what he wanted! The nerve of that asshole! Dancing about like he was the victor! Oooooooh how I hated him! I wanted to pummel him! I wanted him dead! Thankfully, I wasn't the only one thinking that.

A flash of movement out of the corner of my eye alerted me to Danny's front door swinging wide open. By the way the door slammed into the wall, I think he kicked the thing open. He came charging out of his house with an old baseball bat in his hands and I nearly cried in joy. At last someone was doing something! That was what we should have been doing from the start! He was charging like a bull to the stupid dancing oaf, and I cheered him along. I think the whole neighborhood did! People shouting and chanting, demanding that Danny beat his brains out or break his legs. It was exhilarating! At last, justice! Real justice! This was what I wanted all along! I had to join in! Danny couldn't have all the fun! I wanted to look around my living room for a good weapon, but I had to keep watching. I didn't want to miss that first hit. That sweet initial impact that would shatter the guy's skull like a crystal ball. I watched and cheered as Danny reached the man. I screamed for blood as he wound up the bat and swung it full force into the guy's face. The second the bat struck, the whole neighborhood went off like he had won the world championship with a grand slam. I thought I was going to deafen myself from my own cheering. The guy's head went flying back, but then snapped right back into place. That thankfully didn't faze Danny in the slightest. He swung again and again, but the idiot just kept coming back for more! His smile never left his lips, and he didn't seem to be bothered at all by the assault. It was infuriating! I screamed for Danny to keep hitting him, and I started looking for my own weapon so I could help my neighbor. Before I looked away, though, Danny reached out and grabbed the freak by the arm, ready to tear him apart with his bare hands. The second he grabbed the man, everything stopped. Everyone froze in place, and the shouts cut off in mid jeer. I looked to Danny, who held the man in his hand. His face of pure fury and rage vanished in an instant. Like a switch had been thrown. There was a look of fear on his face, his eyes wide and wet. Then they were gone. The two turned to a blur of motion and vanished from sight. The place they had been standing was now empty. No one said a thing, all was quiet. The night had become still, and no one knew what to do. A few moments later, Danny's bat crashed down onto the sidewalk, exploding into a spray of splinters. Nothing else followed. Not the man, nor Danny showed up again that night. After a few minutes of staring, I practically collapsed with exhaustion. I felt as if all the energy had been drained from me, and my throat was raw from all the shouting. All the anger and rage that had been boiling my brain disappeared when the duo did. I felt beat, and I went to bed that night without a second thought.

Days have gone by, and Danny has not been seen since. People have looked everywhere and have come up with nothing. They couldn't even find that weird guy either, despite being such an obvious person. They had no clue where he came from, where he went, or what his name even was. The two had simply disappeared. The police couldn't even find him during the idiot's nightly dance sessions. The guy had not shown up for several nights, and the cops have given up. I told them I hadn't seen him at all since that night, and that was the truth. Well, until now.

He has come back again. Days after that frenzied night, he has finally decided to make another appearance. It was him all right. With that dumb dance. That dumb grin. After all that had happened, he thinks he can just walk around here again like nothing was wrong. Danny was missing and that idiot was acting like everything was back to normal. He just came strutting back to town, probably thinking that everything had blown over and no one would bother him. Well, he is wrong. He isn't getting away with this. He can't come to our neighborhood and do this to us. I won't let him. I won't let him get away with what he had done with Danny. I will beat his bloody head in and dance on his twitching corpse. I will do what Danny had wanted to do. I am going to get him good. I am going to get him real good. The stupid fool. He has no clue what is coming....

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One of the other things I wanted to do for the Halloween season was some monsters who had some little horror(?) stories attached to them. Seemed like a fun idea.

Also it should be obvious, but I feel better if I state this, the stuff above is just a fictional story. It is not some commentary or statement. The insulting and horrible behavior is not something I enjoy or believe in. It is just a little horror short. Please do not think that I believe harassing or yelling at a person is an acceptable thing. I know that is probably obvious, but I just like to have this disclaimer. Makes me feel a bit better.

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I don't know exactly when he started coming around our neighborhood, I had not spotted him until a few days after I heard the story from my neighbor, Danny. I was out getting the mail one day, and saw him raking up the leaves in his yard. I figured a little neighborly chit chat would be nice, and we started up some small talk. It wasn't until a few minutes into our conversation when he brought up the guy. He asked me if I saw that weird guy last night, around sun down. I had not, and asked more about this "weird guy." I always liked a funny tale, and if it wasn't that, then I at least should know about suspicious people hanging around our neighborhood. Danny didn't give much in sakes of details, all he saw was a man walking down the sidewalk in a rather odd way. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get Danny's attention. As he talked about this guy, he started getting frustrated. He started going off about how this guy was "strutting around like he owned the place" and that he "had this insufferable smile on his face." As he went on, his anger started to rise, and I quickly sought to change the subject. I was worried Danny was going to bite my head off. Apparently this odd fellow had left quite the impression on Danny, which was why I kept an eye out for him the next few days. I wanted to see this guy for myself. I wanted to know how some sidewalk stroller could be so irritating.

A few days later, I got my wish. I was in my living room watching TV, glancing out the front window every so often in hopes of sighting this weird guy. He indeed showed up as the sun was setting, as I spotted him on the horizon, his silhouette lit up by the fading light. At so far away, I wasn't able to identify him by appearances, but I was able to spot that strange walk of his. Danny was right about that part. The man moved in the oddest of manners. The way he walked took up the entire sidewalk, as his body swayed back and forth and his limbs flailed about like spaghetti noodles. It had to be one of the most obnoxious struts I had ever seen. He practically flung each leg forward as he walked, and his arms bounced and swung with every little movement and bump. His head stayed surprisingly upright during the whole circus show, practically unmoving as the rest of his body whipped about in a frenzy. It was like he was showing off or something. It was so stupid. No wonder Danny was irritated by the man. He was walking around like some circus freak, just begging for everyone's attention. It was so childish, so infantile. What the hell did this guy want? What was he hoping to achieve from all this? It had to be attention, or hoping someone would film his "silly" walk and post it on Youtube, making him some internet star or something. I bet kids do that all the time, doing some silly bullshit and posting it on the internet to become "famous," all while ignorant about how they look like a bunch of jackasses. What the hell was this guy's problem!? Why couldn't he just act like a normal human freaking being like everyone else!? It was so stupid! I hated that stupid walk so much, all while this freak thought it was the funniest thing in the world! He was indeed smiling like Danny said and it was the biggest, goofiest grin I have ever seen! So he did think it was a joke! He literally thought he was the funniest thing in the world but he wasn't he wasn't at all he was just acting like an absolute jackass for the whole world to see and it was so stupid I hated it I hated every second of it what the hell was his problem!? Eventually the dumb ass walked around the corner and out of my sight. I never felt so happy to be free of that stupid spectacle. Just the sight of the whole thing was making my blood boil. I went back to my show, but a part of me couldn't help thinking about that stupid idiot and his dip shit walk. The sheer thought of it made me fume. Our pleasant neighborhood now some stage for some loser who wanted to be liked by everyone. If he wanted to be Mr. Funny Pants, then he ought to join a comedy club or something, or at least take his act to some place that would tolerate it. The only place I could think of that would be fitting for that clown would be a firing line. At least I could see his stupid limbs jerk about one last time after someone blows his brains out. The only thing that took my mind off the whole thing was when my glass cup shattered in my grip. I hadn't realized I had been squeezing it so hard, and now I had cut myself pretty bad with the shards. I had to spend the rest of the night tending my wounds, but every so often I would think back to that guy. It was his fault after all.

After that night, I made a habit to keep watch for him, to see if he was indeed some regular to our town. Sadly, it turned out he was. Every night, he would strut his way down the sidewalk around sun down, doing his stupid little walk the whole time. It was the visual equivalent of nails on a chalkboard. It was so irritating, so obnoxious, but he did it every time. Every time. Every night he had to take his act down the street, thinking he was the funniest thing alive. I prayed that he would someday stop, that he just wouldn't be there the next day. Maybe his mother finally would lock him in his room, or maybe his asshole of a dad would finally beat the life out of him. But that wouldn't be very satisfying would it? No, I wanted to see him fail. I wanted to see him finally eat shit for all that he had done. Maybe have a car jump the curb and run him over. See his pathetic limbs get wrapped around the tires until they rip right out of their sockets. Maybe all those people who talked about the neighborhoods not being safe anymore could be right for once, and I could watch this jackass get mugged in the middle of the street. He would think its some prank or something, until a switchblade guts him like a fish. Or they could rough him up, stick his head on the curb and give it a good stomp. See him try to grin when his bloody teeth go spraying down the asphalt. It would be so satisfying to see. It would be great. Why couldn't the universe do this one bit of justice and smite him for the whole world to see. Now that would be a Youtube video I would watch! I would watch it each morning to motivate myself for the day. "Jackass Gets Whats Coming To Him" would be the title and it would be glorious. Play it on loop! Then I could see his smug grin turn to bloody mush as someone grinds it beneath their boot.

One night, I heard someone yelling at the idiot from their window. Apparently he had gotten more attention than I thought. I knew Danny and I watched him, because it was practically all we could talk about it. We loved swapping ideas on how this guy could bite it. Danny had a real nice one that involved a pack of feral dogs. It wasn't him that night, not at the start. Someone across the street was screaming at the guy, saying all the things I had always wanted to yell. I couldn't say "Amen" fast enough to those words! Finally someone was chewing him out! Giving him a real good tongue lashing! When I looked to the guy, though, he just strutted along as if it didn't bother him in the slightest! The nerve! The gall of it all! To act all high and mighty while he was strutting about like an idiot! Thinking that he was so much better if he just ignored it all! Oh that got me going! I had my window pulled up in a flash and I joined in too. I let it rip. I threw every insult and slur I could think of at the guy. PC police can bite my ass, he deserved every bit of it. Moments after I started in, I heard Danny join in too. Then another person, and another. It was a symphony of screaming and insults, as the whole neighborhood verbally assaulted the little shit. You know what he did?! He stopped walking and just stood there! Unfortunately, he was still doing the stupid little dance, but he was just standing in one spot now! It was like he was enjoying the whole thing! Like we were giving him what he wanted! The nerve of that asshole! Dancing about like he was the victor! Oooooooh how I hated him! I wanted to pummel him! I wanted him dead! Thankfully, I wasn't the only one thinking that.

A flash of movement out of the corner of my eye alerted me to Danny's front door swinging wide open. By the way the door slammed into the wall, I think he kicked the thing open. He came charging out of his house with an old baseball bat in his hands and I nearly cried in joy. At last someone was doing something! That was what we should have been doing from the start! He was charging like a bull to the stupid dancing oaf, and I cheered him along. I think the whole neighborhood did! People shouting and chanting, demanding that Danny beat his brains out or break his legs. It was exhilarating! At last, justice! Real justice! This was what I wanted all along! I had to join in! Danny couldn't have all the fun! I wanted to look around my living room for a good weapon, but I had to keep watching. I didn't want to miss that first hit. That sweet initial impact that would shatter the guy's skull like a crystal ball. I watched and cheered as Danny reached the man. I screamed for blood as he wound up the bat and swung it full force into the guy's face. The second the bat struck, the whole neighborhood went off like he had won the world championship with a grand slam. I thought I was going to deafen myself from my own cheering. The guy's head went flying back, but then snapped right back into place. That thankfully didn't faze Danny in the slightest. He swung again and again, but the idiot just kept coming back for more! His smile never left his lips, and he didn't seem to be bothered at all by the assault. It was infuriating! I screamed for Danny to keep hitting him, and I started looking for my own weapon so I could help my neighbor. Before I looked away, though, Danny reached out and grabbed the freak by the arm, ready to tear him apart with his bare hands. The second he grabbed the man, everything stopped. Everyone froze in place, and the shouts cut off in mid jeer. I looked to Danny, who held the man in his hand. His face of pure fury and rage vanished in an instant. Like a switch had been thrown. There was a look of fear on his face, his eyes wide and wet. Then they were gone. The two turned to a blur of motion and vanished from sight. The place they had been standing was now empty. No one said a thing, all was quiet. The night had become still, and no one knew what to do. A few moments later, Danny's bat crashed down onto the sidewalk, exploding into a spray of splinters. Nothing else followed. Not the man, nor Danny showed up again that night. After a few minutes of staring, I practically collapsed with exhaustion. I felt as if all the energy had been drained from me, and my throat was raw from all the shouting. All the anger and rage that had been boiling my brain disappeared when the duo did. I felt beat, and I went to bed that night without a second thought.

Days have gone by, and Danny has not been seen since. People have looked everywhere and have come up with nothing. They couldn't even find that weird guy either, despite being such an obvious person. They had no clue where he came from, where he went, or what his name even was. The two had simply disappeared. The police couldn't even find him during the idiot's nightly dance sessions. The guy had not shown up for several nights, and the cops have given up. I told them I hadn't seen him at all since that night, and that was the truth. Well, until now.

He has come back again. Days after that frenzied night, he has finally decided to make another appearance. It was him all right. With that dumb dance. That dumb grin. After all that had happened, he thinks he can just walk around here again like nothing was wrong. Danny was missing and that idiot was acting like everything was back to normal. He just came strutting back to town, probably thinking that everything had blown over and no one would bother him. Well, he is wrong. He isn't getting away with this. He can't come to our neighborhood and do this to us. I won't let him. I won't let him get away with what he had done with Danny. I will beat his bloody head in and dance on his twitching corpse. I will do what Danny had wanted to do. I am going to get him good. I am going to get him real good. The stupid fool. He has no clue what is coming....

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One of the other things I wanted to do for the Halloween season was some monsters who had some little horror(?) stories attached to them. Seemed like a fun idea.

Also it should be obvious, but I feel better if I state this, the stuff above is just a fictional story. It is not some commentary or statement. The insulting and horrible behavior is not something I enjoy or believe in. It is just a little horror short. Please do not think that I believe harassing or yelling at a person is an acceptable thing. I know that is probably obvious, but I just like to have this disclaimer. Makes me feel a bit better.