Mysterious McCrone

After a few minutes of writing, my host handed me the pad of paper. Reading what he had written, I found out that the masked man did indeed have a name. He called himself Mysterious McCrone and stated that he was an author of horror fiction. Reading on, I also learned that I was free to speak to him but all of his communication to me would be written down for me to read. The last paragraph was a question. It asked who I was and why I was sleeping in the woods.

I began explaining my situation while handing back the pad of paper. While speaking, a strange sensation came over me. I could remember everything about my life except my name and where I lived. As I finished my story, the paper was back in my hands. What I read next alarmed me to the point of a near panic attack.

Mr. X

Mr. X

Below is exactly what Mysterious McCrone had written for me to read.

You have been chosen to help me promote my work.

You, my friend, have two choices.

1) You can accept my invitation.

2) You can decline my invitation.

If you happen to refuse my offer, you will vanish from the face of the earth without a trace. Since you are homeless and have no family ties, nobody will ever know of your disappearance. You will be “X’d” from existence.

This was not a very hard decision for me to make. I accepted his bizarre offer and became known as Mr. X.