It was a foggy night in the dim streets of Southern Milwaukee. I had been walking for quite some time, and my skin was covered in goose bumps from head to toe. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew that stopping anywhere around here would be a bad idea. I looked out into the distance, and I saw the occasional car making its way onto the highway that heads to Eastern Milwaukee, the side of town where I live. I thought to myself, “If only I had a car, I would be at home, sitting on my couch, drinking hot cocoa right now.” But I didn’t have a car, and so I wasn’t at home. I needed to quit daydreaming and think forward; the fog wasn’t getting any clearer and there wasn’t an open restaurant anywhere nearby. After walking a few more blocks through the barren town, I started to have trouble even seeing the block ahead of me; there was so much fog. I saw a bus stop nearby, so I went and sat down. I knew there were no buses running at this time, and even if there were, I didn’t have any money to pay for a ride. So there I was, sitting in the middle of a cold foggy city. I was hungry. I was cold. I was complaining again. “Snap out of it, you whiny fuck!” I thought to myself. This was no time to start wallowing in the misfortune of my situation. I sat for what must’ve been a good half an hour at that bus stop, trying to think of how I could get home. With a dead cell phone, no car, and no money, my options were limited. Just then, I started to hear some voices out in the distance. They sounded like they were in their late teens or so (about my age at the time of this story). I looked out into the distance to see if I could spot where they were. Their voices were getting closer. It sounded like three men and one woman. Maybe they were coming back from a party? I now started to realize just how foggy it was getting, because while the voices were getting closer, I still couldn’t see anybody out in the distance. Like a dumb ass, I shouted, “Hello? Is anyone there?” The voices stopped. It was colder at that moment than in any other moment that entire night. “Who the fuck is there?” I heard a voice say back. “Answer me, faggot!” I said nothing back. I was too scared to say anything. “Come out, man, we ain’t gonna hurt you!” Still, I remained silent. “Alright let’s fuck this bitch up.” I could hear them start to run, and I still couldn’t make out where they were. Shit. I needed to get out of here. I started to run away. “Hey, where you goin’ little boy?” the girl said. She had sort of a deep, thuggish voice, like she was a feminine gang member. I kept running, but I wasn’t getting away. They were faster than me. Their voices and footsteps kept getting closer and closer. I took a sharp turn, but with just my luck, I turned into a dead end. I turned around to see where they were, and I could hear their voices coming towards me. But I still couldn’t see any people! And this time I knew it wasn’t the fog, because the fog was clearer back in this dead end, so I could see everything ahead of me. Except for these people. Yet their voices were getting closer. “We got you now, bitch!” I was petrified! I couldn’t see them, but their voices were right next to me! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! But just then, I heard another voice out in the distance. “You can’t run from me, you fuckers!” The sound stopped. Then suddenly, I heard footsteps running away from me and back out into the main street. They were gone, and someone was running toward them. But I couldn’t see him either! “What the fuck just happened…” I thought to myself. I stayed in that dead end the rest of the night, afraid to leave. Eventually morning came, and a nearby restaurant opened up. Without hesitation, I got up and darted in there. I asked if I could use a phone, and the lady working pointed me to it. I called for a ride from a friend, but he said it would be a half an hour or so. The lady told me I could sit in the restaurant and wait. I sat down and started to talk about my crazy night. “Man, some strange things happened last night,” I said. The lady looked at me with a cautious face. “What happened?” she asked. “I got chased down by some thugs. But the weird part is I couldn’t even see them the whole time. I guess it was probably just the fog.” The lady stared at me with cold, open eyes. She put down her glass. “Honey… you really shouldn’t be around here at night.” I looked up with an expression of confusion. “This town used to be a center for a lot of drug trade and money-looting. Violent thugs would be out on the streets every night.” There was a second of silence. “Well, what do you mean ‘used to’?” “Well, I mean just that.” I wasn’t following. She continued. “There was one man who lived around here a while back. He was a lonely man and he had very little money. No living family. His wife left him with the kids because they couldn’t take the violence in this place anymore. So he was all alone in this shithole of a town. He was a good guy, but he was isolated. Over time he grew an immense hatred for the thugs in his town; they were the reason his wife left him. It built up every day, until finally one night he decided he’d had enough. He bought an AK-47, a bulletproof vest, and a few smoke grenades. How he got them I have no idea. But anyway, he went out one night to give these thugs a taste of their own medicine. He went out sometime around midnight, and shot away at every person on every street in the whole town. Thug after thug hit the ground dead. But he also killed a good number of innocent people too. According to reports, he killed 26 total people, 17 of which were later found to be connected to underground systems of organized crime. But eventually someone got behind him and put a knife right into the back of his neck.” I was gawking speechlessly at her story. She continued. “A few hours later, morning came, and police were everywhere. Never had they seen a massacre like this. The story got big fast, and the mayor was pressured to do something about the violence in this town. He had a police station built nearby, and dedicated an entire bill to cleaning up this place. And now, it’s a peaceful paradise here.” I let out a small grin. She continued. “At least, during the day it is….” My grin quickly left. “The immense rage and catastrophic tragedy revolving around this event was so much that it never fully went away. The spirits of the people killed that night still linger in this town. And every night, the ghosts of the thugs and the man who shot them down lurk through the streets. They can’t be seen, but they can be heard, and by God, they will give you the beat down if they catch you.” I began to think about what it was I had experienced last night. A group of thugs… chasing me…. but a man came around and chased them away! “Every night, the ghosts of those thugs wreak havoc. And every night, the ghost of the man with the AK hunts each and every one of them down. Just be glad you didn’t run into him. You wouldn’t be here talking to me right now.”
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