So, this happened a few years back when my friends and I raided an abandoned police office. It was mostly empty except for a few stray files lying around we decided to look at some of them. None of them seemed out the ordinary, a couple murders, drug use and such, but one in particular stood out "File B1673." Apparently, a man dressed in a brown vest and a stained white t-shirt had killed 60 people in my town in Maysville. The man performed these various murders to women in green clothes who had recently been engaged. His murders went unsolved for 30-50 years. The bodies that had been murdered were covered with a sulfur compound that cause people around to tear up. There were various traumas around the neck and spine including multiple bruises and hemorrhages. The bodies were all covered with hyper realistic blood. No trace of this man was found for 20 years until he wrote something on the wall, VGhleSBkb24ndCBzdG9wIGNvbWluZyBhbmQgdGhleSBkb24ndCBzdG9wIGNvbWluZy4=. No one could find a way to decode this, not even the greatest cryptologists in the FBI.
According to the file, they didn’t have any success finding the man until they found an ounce of his earwax on a candle. The forensics team was able to identify a man 20 miles from the crime scene when arriving at his house they found nothing. They only found a bed and a can of green paint, the walls were greasy and seared and on them there were strange words written on the walls, “The voices gnimoc pots t’nod yeht dna gnimoc pots t’nod yeht dna gnimoc pots t’nod yeht dna gnimoc pots t’nod yeht dna gnimoc pots t’nod yeht dna gnimoc pots t’nod yeht dna gnimoc pots t’nod yeht dna gnimoc pots t’nod yeht dna gnimoc pots t’nod yeht dna gnimoc pots t’nod yeht.” Again none of the cryptographers were able to decode it, they dismissed it as complete gibberish. One of my friends actually sounded the words out aloud and immediately got up and walked outside a few minutes later we heard a car screech and a splatter, he was gone. At that point everyone was getting freaked out but we were too far to stop reading, if we went home tonight with no closure we wouldn’t be able to sleep for weeks.
As we read we learned that the killer had been sighted by someone for the first time, he was described as chubby, and had a hue of green about him. Many of them documented it as some sort of skin disease or possibly a metal disability but only few of them said it could be a cult, all of the women seemed to have been specifically chosen and so many victims weren’t likely to have been killed by the same person in such a small town without getting caught. That’s as far as we got though, right after that we heard something, I don’t know what else it could’ve been, it sounded like, a lot of onions being cut at the same time. It wasn’t long until we noticed water coming through the ceiling, only it couldn’t have been water. We started crying profusely we couldn’t stop. Something took over me, and I ran, I ran harder than I ever have before and almost tripped. That’s when I realized the people chasing me were chubby and painted green but there was something off about their ears but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was, I was panicking and couldn’t think clearly. When looking to my side I could only see one of my friends, before then there were three left. We vowed never to talk of this again but the other day I went to his house and saw he was drowned in an onion parfait. That’s why I decided to write this, if I’m gone, it’s because they got me.