Digital Underground - uXu - Underground eXperts United #uxu-162

### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # #### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ## ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ###### ####### ####### [ The Man Behind ] [ By The GNN ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ "THE MAN BEHIND" by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu "They always stand behind you. The killers, the creatures. All of your nightmares and ghosts. They all stand behind you in the dark of your imagination." - I guess you have heard this story already. A woman buys a puzzle and she does not know what it is supposed to look like. She begins working with it and after a while she discovers that it is a room. Her room. With sweat dripping from her forehead she continues. When there is only one piece left, the puzzle shows the room with her inside it working on a puzzle. She puts down the last piece. It is the window behind her, and it is a face outside it. She turns around and... the next day she is found dead! The murderer obviously crashed the window to get in and stab her with a knife. I laughed. Yes, I had heard the story before. A true classic. All over the world people tell that story and a dozen of other 'scary' and 'absolutely true' stories. At parties, in teenage bedrooms - everywhere people listened and wondered if that really had happened. Maybe, they thought, maybe the blood actually had dripped on the roof and woke up the mother of the killed boy, maybe there had been a rat's bone in the pizza. Me, and many other, knew better. It was not true, it was all made up. But the stories were kept alive by story-tellers who passed the chilling 'facts' on. - You bet I have heard that one earlier, I answered and lighted another cigarette. We sat in a cafe for broken hearts. You know, that kind of cafe that is always open and always empty. Our cups were filled with strong coffee to keep our hands busy. We had probably been there for two hours when my friend started to talk about these stories. From his weird personality, I knew that they fascinated him. - Want to know something funny? he said and looked mysterious. I do not think that these stories are faked. Maybe they have been altered through time, but the incidents maybe happened a long time ago. - Get real! Maybe the bizarre killings that people describe are true, but a woman that buys a puzzle and finds herself in it? No my friend, that is to super-natural for me! He still looked at me with that mysterious look. But now he had added a small little mysterious smile to it. - I have thought about this. I believe that these stories owns a purpose. Why do you think they keep living on? I opened my mouth to answer but he raised his hand and silenced me. - Listen, he continued. I think - no, I know - that the stories owns a force from another dimension. A dimension that is not available to us, but still can get to us. They spread the stories to people, certain people, that tells them to other people. They do it to kill. Maybe they do it to collect slaves for themselves, who know? This was too much for me. - Wait! Are you kidding me? I am not in the mood to listen to theories that sounds like they have arisen from the depths of a bad LSD trip. I hesitated to continue talking. My friends smile was gone and he looked dead serious. - I am not kidding you. Those stories are spread for a purpose to kill! The one who tells them will not die, but some of those who listens to them. Or reads them. - How do they die? - They die as described in the story that is told to them. Take the story about the woman who buys a puzzle. It comes from the other dimension. Someone is chosen to tell it and spread it. In the end, it will reach a woman. A woman who later buys a puzzle with herself in it. She has listened to the story and without knowing it, she has been chosen to die. Chosen to die as described. I yawned to show him that I was not interested to listen any more. He did not even notice. - Let me take another story for you. A man is sitting in a cafe with a friend who tries to tell him about the other dimension. He does not want to listen. The other dimension gets rather pissed off and decides to kill the man who does not want to listen to their great killings. I knew what he was going to say. - I am not frightened, I said to him. - Oh no? Let me go on. This man says he is not frightened. But suddenly his friend looks behind him and says that there is a man standing there. The man, who did not want to listen, turns around and... well? What do you think? Of course, there is a man there. A man with a long sharp knife in his blood-stained hands. The man who did not want to listen is stabbed several times in his back. Before he die, he realize that his friend was right. The other dimension exist. They spread their stories to kill. People tell them, people read them etc. - So I guess that when I turn around, there will be a man there? With a knife? Ready to kill me? I must admit that I began to feel a little scared. I did not know why. My friend was talking bullshit. It sounded completely crazy. - Stories are not spread only to kill the first one that hears them. Some day, you will tell it to someone else. Maybe you will write it down for someone to read. In the end, the story will reach its target. Or maybe you are the chosen one to die. I am not the only one who has told this story to people... My cigarette burned out and the ash fell to the dirty table. - Want to know something? my friend said with a low voice, almost whispering. There is a man standing behind you. I slowly turned my head around. It was no one there. When I rather confused looked back at him he once again smiled his mysterious smile. Then I suddenly realized that my friend had not been talking to me. He had been talking to you. Turn around and see for yourself. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Fuck your sister, fuck your pop. Hey, I am a cop! Yes I can! Hey, I am the Man! Call FLASHBACK +46-8-58014947! \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Get a copy of the marvellous Sonic Attack! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #162 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #162 Call LHDý -> +1-818-546-2332 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

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