Creepypasta: Umbrella Man

It's creepy, knowing someone might be watching me. Why do they need that?
-Robert Stone

Hello.
When I was a teenager, I had a job at the local Blockbuster. I just loved movies, and everything to do with movies. I attended film festivals and I took film classes in school. I fucking loved movies!
I did.
Everyday day after school, I went to Blockbuster to work.
One Friday afternoon in December, it was dark and stormy.
I was reading the back of a movie box, and a strange man was there.
The man was in in his 70s, and he smelled like ass.
"I got a delivery for Martin Fiser," the man said.
"Who's Martin Fiser?" I asked.
The man ran out.
I went to my boss.
"Do you know a Martin Fiser?" I asked.
The boss, who was reading a newspaper, looked up.
"I did," Boss looked nervous.
"I got a delivery"
Boss threw the newspaper on the ground.
"I feel a little, sick" he ran out.

I looked at the box for an hour.
I opened it.
The case had no cover.

At midnight, I watched, it.

The movie started. Wind howled. It sounded strange. After two minutes, a gunfire is heard. A disturbing image appeared. It was a picture of a child hanging on a swastika. Other disturbing images followed. After the last picture, a creepy black and white picture flashed many times. The picture had a man with a shadow covering his face.
A similar picture appeared, but this time on a wanted poster.
A man started to talk. "Back in the wild west, many outlaws terrorized the people. But Simon Fiser was the worst. At night, he broke into homes and killed the residents brutally. He liked to tear intestines out of babies, and choke the baby's parents with them. He also liked to stick needles up people's anus."

Pictures of people killed by Simon flashed one by one.

"Simon raped young women a lot, too. Here is a picture of him sticking his finger into a 9 year old girl's va-"

I turned the TV off.

I couldn't sleep. I cried remembering all of those brutal images.

Boss.

I put my shoes and jacket on and sprinted to Boss's house.

"What are you doing here?" Boss asked.
"Tell me who Martin and Simon Fiser are!"
"You fucking idiot! You said his name!"
"Who the fuck are they?"
"Martin Fiser worked for me, he got raped one night and died."
"OK,"
"Oh shit, it's Simon!"
A man with an umbrella ran towards us.
"Feltch your ass, motherfucker," I told Simon.
I ran to Boss's kitchen and picked up a butchering knife.
The man was raping Boss!
"HHHHHHEEEEEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!"
The man tore Boss's dick off and ate it.

"FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK YYYYOOOOUUUUU!!!!!" I ran and cut the man's head off.

I will speak no more about the man. If you ever run into this movie, suicide would be the best option.