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Alright so I know what your thinking. this couldn't possibly be a good story but just here me out alright. So my name is Sam and this one time in early September I was chilling out in my now deceased family residence which is rather old. But anyway I was chilling out one day in one of the upper floors nearest the attic of my home when all of a sudden I start to here what sounded like the scraping of metal or carotin was it? and so I was like 'huh, I wander what that could be?' and so I climbed on up there to the attic and saw what it was making the noise I immediately lost most of my composure. It was him,the devil with his chard face in all "heya there Sam how've you been" he said and for whatever reason I said "pretty good."