I was an intern at an old gristmill which was built in 1869, and the man who operates the mill is named George. I never got to meet him in person, nor do I know what he looks like. But I didn't really care at first.
You see, this gristmill I worked in is not just any gristmill, it is quite legendary and well-known, and according to urban legends, it is haunted by the victims (possibly children) of an unknown serial miller, who is presumed to be George, though there's no actual evidence or reasoning to back up this theory other than the fact that George is the only miller around here, not to mention he gets really cranky whenever children wander into the mill. But anyway, it's all just a bunch of silly stories and urban legends which are obviously untrue, merely meant to scare people. Creepypasta I guess.
This "George" character seems like a nice guy, so it's wrong of me to accuse him. Also, the reason we've never met before even though we work in the same mill is because I work on weekdays, while George occupies the mill during weekends. Now, before you call him a lazy-ass or anything, George is an old man, so give him a break. I'm a young adult, and quite an energetic one at that. So I think it's fair. George is my boss, by the way. We sometimes send each other emails. That's how he hired me, not in person, but through some email on Yahoo.
So, yeah, everything was going fine ever since I was hired. That is, until my fifth month on the job. I finally met George in person.
I met him on Monday, I drove to the mill as usual and when I got out of my car, I saw a guy standing beside the mill, smiling at me. He was somewhat bald, had some wrinkles, white teeth, and wore glasses.
"Hey, are you George?", I asked.
"Why yes, indeed! And you're Alex?"
"That's right. Nice to meet you. Why are you here anyway? Today's Monday..."
"Well, this may sound odd, but I'm feeling a little younger, even capable of working everyday in the weekdays. I almost feel as energetic as you usually are. I don't know, could be from sufficient exercise! From this day forth, I'll be working on weekdays, you can take the weekends. You've earned it. Also, don't worry, I'll pay you just as much as I usually do."
"Wow... Thanks! You sure about this?"
"Definitely."
"Alright then, I'll see you later, hopefully."
I drove back home while listening to some One Direction and jacking off to furry porn.
As I returned home, I rushed to the couch and grabbed the remote, in the mood for some television. I was eating Doritos as well, which George sent me via email (don't ask how).
As I came across the news channel however, I saw something interesting...
"Ominous unknown, miller still at large. Three more innocents were mercilessly eviscerated allegedly by an elderly, seemingly polite serial miller who works at an old, infamous gristmill which is theorized to be 'haunted by dead children', and although we once again have no proof at all that he has ever killed anyone in his life (which is what he claims), many people believe that he is the person responsible, and the police are convinced as well after trying to interrogate him and investigating the scene, despite finding no evidence whatsoever. They've jumped to a conclusion, and now they are planning to arrest the miller, however he may have one last trick up his sleeve, and even ''we'' don't know what he's up to now... Thanks for tuning in."
After that, suddenly some static pops up and the TV automatically closes after about 10 seconds. I always thought George was a nice guy and I didn't want to accuse him, but now I'm getting really suspicious, almost convinced. I contemplated quitting the job and find something else to do for a living, after I talk to George. Of course I brought a pistol with me, just in case. At this point, I knew that this guy's a serial miller.
I did some quick research on my phone, turns out, his full name is George Nigel Miller. His last name is... Miller? Wow. Not surprised. Anyway, I grabbed my keys, pistol, furry porn, and stormed into the car, then I drove to the mill.
As I stopped by the mill, no-one was there at first. I went inside. I searched the entire mill, but to no avail. However, during my search I had just discovered a secret entrance, a little hole. I crawled through with my slim-ass body, like, really, I'm a living skeleton that's too fucking spoopy for you. Anyway, as I continued to crawl through the hole, it got darker and darker, and it smelled worse and worse. At the end of the path was a large room, but I couldn't see shit, it was pitch dark, and it smelled fucking awful. Like, seriously bad, I gagged and held my nose. I began to sweat in fear, paranoid and worried that George might ambush me in this darkness. I couldn't find a light switch, the room was too damn big. I just walked through with my pistol in one hand, and my lucky furry porn in the other, while at the same time, masturbating with my porn-filled hand, hoping that some satisfaction would reduce my fear. Sadly, it didn't work. I was so scared that my hand was trembling strongly as I was jacking off, and the worst part is, I couldn't even see the porn!
Suddenly, I stopped, when I saw in the darkness ahead of me, two glowing dots, and a horrendous, malicious smile, right in front of me, and I heard heavy breathing coming from the dark figure.
"...George?!", I whispered softly. I couldn't speak up, I was petrified with fear.
The dark figure chuckled evilly. He snapped his fingers, turning on several lights in the room, and though the lights were dimly lit and it was still a bit dark, there was enough light for me to see what was surrounding me.
Several carcasses of children, some of them laying on the floor in a pool of blood, bones, and intestines, some hanging from the ceiling with their entrails hanging out and a bunch of blood and their other organs spilling out from their widely cut bodies, some fixed to the walls with all of their skin missing completely, and