The Importance Of Spam Messages

Then, I heard footsteps getting louder and louder, so quickly hid in the closet. I could hear my heart beating faster and faster as the person kept getting closer. About an hour later, I saw a shadow of a strangely shaped person leaving the room and locking the door. I was relieved and scared at the same time, I didn't know how to get out. So, I first tried to escape out of the black and blue colored window. It was very hard to open,

I was just strolling out my room in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom when I heard the sound of someone in the kitchen knock something over. I nearly jumped five feet high when I heard the big boom. Immediately, I thought it was a burglar trying to steal our valuables. My heart was beating so loud, I was sure that whoever was in the next room could hear it. Despite my racing heart, I gather all the courage I had and sneaked into the kitchen. I

After gathering much information from the supervisor who received the original email in question, as well

This is in follow up to our telephone conversation on 08/22/17 regarding the above-referenced matter. I received your email and have reviewed the file.

The moonlight beamed on my room and then I saw the rest of him. His skin was a ghostly white skin color and his hair was as dark as the night. His white hoodie was stained with blood from all his latest victims and was wearing what looked like black dress pants and black sneakers. Then he spoke it, the words that only a demonic being would say, that will haunt me forever to this day. “Go to Sleep”. I was so scared I started to

When I woke up. I was in a cemetery. There was a church with an iron fence. The fence had little skull heads on it. I wander around the graveyard. I saw a person standing by an open grave. I walk over to him, he growls, “ERRRR!” he sounded like my teacher Mrs. Gulon when we wake her from her morning nap. I touch the man on the shoulder and say, “ Excuse me sir, where am I?” He slowly turned around and with his bony fingers grabbed my arm. He tried to bite me. He was a scary man and bloody arms. His shirt was full of blood. I think he was a grave digger.

The person sending the email said he did not delete the PHI because he wanted the union rep to see the information the manager had sent out, implying he was sending it to get his boss in trouble.

that whole, we had a discussion with, and all that crap. Then I received the

I was reading an article about how a big time business building burnt down. The police thinks that someone set the building on fire with intentions to kill. All of a sudden, the sun was gone and I was covered by a shadow. This old man had hobbled up and stood there for roughly thirty seconds and then sat down. He was being awfully nosey and wouldn’t take his head out of my personal space. He was trying to read the article along with me, but he didn’t ask, it was remarkably shocking how rude he was being. I finished reading the article as fast as I could and handed the paper to him hoping he would leave me alone. Then, the man laid down his briefcase, took the paper, and

with a pound in my chest i darted as fast as i could with them close behind . i had to find a way to get away. i turned abruptly down an alley and hid. as they dashed past the alley i crept out slowly to be cautious . suddenley somthing seized my arm i saw a red and blue lights and everything went black. i awoke not knowing the time were i was or anything . i was scared suddenly i heard a voice a deep husky voice asking how i got in to this horrible place my vision started to become clear realizing i was in a dark cold cell i asked the strange voice who he was he i heard footsteps slowly walking toward me asking again how did you get in here. just as i started to answer there was a bang i lurched foward realizing it was just a gaurd. he took my arm and took me into a room the lights were dim but it was bright enough to see the mans face. he threw me to the ground and started to pace he spoke to me saying " the rules around here are simple

I also wrote a follow-up email, February, 3rd at 7:17pm. The email is the combination of another piece of writing, a list of terminology (study guide) for an American Literature exam. I wrote the terminology list separately in my word processing program on my computer. Then, I copied and pasted it into an email in my web email application to create the piece below. The email’s appearance is considerably different from the introduction email above, and closer assessment reveals some surprises about the relationships between text, text-space, and my writing. The follow-up email follows:

I bolted across the hall to the kitchen and got inside one of the corners and covered my self up with an old, dirty, but convenient board hoping he wouldn't see me. I heard foot steps, very soft foot steps. The thing said in his voice, "Where did you go? I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to play." I held my breath and didn't say a word. "I know your in here." he said, "I'm gonna get you!" At that point I passed out.

As I sat in the brightly lit kitchen doing my homework, I suddenly realized that someone was intently watching me through the nearby window. I saw a man that was maybe about fifty something years old with wrinkles on every part of bare skin. He was extremely pale, giving him a white glow from the light through the kitchen window. He was probably at least four feet away from me, but somehow he still hovered over me like a giant. It looked as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks because of the multiple bones you could obviously see. Not only was he giving off negativity he had tattoos and tiny scars everywhere, maybe even from past fights. As my heart started to pound even faster he stepped closer to the window sluggishly, finally giving me a view of

I might be wasting my time with this email and nothing could happen and I wasn't going to send anything at first. However, I realized there is still openly and closeted gay people right now at Timberline and this woman could do it to them or someone else who can't speak up.

He looked amazingly creepy. I ran to my little brother and jumped onto the couch beside him. “So we all rummaged about in our bags for our flashlights, and when we turned them on, there was a black cat staring straight at us, with red, glowing eyes.” The boys all gasped. “We jumped but didn’t make any noise for fear of someone hearing us. We started to go up the stairs but decided to make sure we all stayed together in case of an emergency. We started to tiptoe through the house and look into all of the rooms. Suddenly, a door opened behind us, and a tall, toothpick looking man came out and had a round white face, two dots for a nose, and a thin smile, like the one you would see on the face of a murderer behind his next victim, waiting to strike.