Christian walked into the hall. There was the note, written in Eldritch handwriting.
[HEADING=1]
MILK
EGGS
SUGAR
BACON[/HEADING]
And so on.
He picked the shopping list off of the table, marvelling at how awful his handwriting was. He walked out the door and down the street, whistling. He hardly felt the needle slide into his neck, and was unconscious before he hit the snowbank.
When he woke up, he was duct-taped to a wall, Dexter-style. All he could see was a pillar of light coming from a lamp hanging from the ceiling. A masked, cloaked figure was standing in the corner, holding a small power saw. The killer approached Christian.
"We meet again."
"Again?"
"This has happened before, you know. Perhaps you don't remember it." The killer held the power saw in front of Christian's face. "Maybe a bit of pain will bring it back?"
"What - no! Let me out of here, fucko!"
The killer raised an eyebrow under his/her mask. "Fucko? Who says that?"
"I do!" Christian shouted, struggling against the tape. "What the fuck do you want with me?"
"As if it wasn't obvious!" The killer cackled and flipped a switch on the saw. The blade started to rotate. He/she brought it down on Chris' arm, severing it. The arm fell to the ground, but was stopped by the tape, causing it to stick out at an odd angle. The killer raised the saw again and thrust it into Christian's stomach.
As this was going on, memories of past lives flooded into Chris' mind. He remembered his first neck-snapping death at the hands of SCP-173 and the subsequent deaths. As the killer's saw worked its way through his chest up towards his heart, his last thoughts went through his head.
My God. This will happen again.
The next day, his corpse was found by a passing jogger. His death was reported to the police, and the investigation went on for three weeks. But by the end of that time period, nobody knew who killed him. His death was listed as an act of God.
Shortly afterwards, up in the JIB, Christian's ghost read over the report of his death.
"Well, that's rather dark, isn't it? I mean, usually I'm getting my neck snapped or having some outlandish beast killing me, but with a funny comment or twist at the end." He threw the paper to the side. "Oh, well."
He looked over his shoulder to check for element.
"But I should've saw it coming."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, dammit."