@CA:I was just thinking about the Voice distortion. And I meant, is Raven your name in real life. Cause that would be badass. I mean, mine's "H", but Raven might be cooler.
Serial Killer Round 22: Back to Canadia (The Game is Over! The Killer is Dead!)
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*Carries on with everyday life with full knowledge that his monkey ninja defense teams are keeping watch over him.*
@Icarion: As I said, it's in my profile. If you're confused, click my avatar.
@Pm0n3y: I don't...
*gets the message* Ha! But no. That's just a phrase I use, and I deemed it appropriate.
@Pm0n3y: I don't...
*gets the message* Ha! But no. That's just a phrase I use, and I deemed it appropriate.
@Hman: Don't make me steal one of Neo's lightning bolts. I'll do it, too...
But maybe later. There are a couple of things up here that need my attention. *takes a seat at the Cheesecake Table*
But maybe later. There are a couple of things up here that need my attention. *takes a seat at the Cheesecake Table*
People are dropping dead left and right!
Mystery!
Intrigue!
Murder!
Oh, well. Back to constructing the Malevolent Fortress of Malevolence. Now, where am I going to get all the lava from? Hrm...
Mystery!
Intrigue!
Murder!
Oh, well. Back to constructing the Malevolent Fortress of Malevolence. Now, where am I going to get all the lava from? Hrm...
Frank was on his computer, looking through his email's, "Make my pen size bigger? Spam. Answer this or a cat will be ripped in half? Obviously spam. Who would do that to a poor wittle kitty cat? No one." He kept scrolling down, soon going to new pages, marking ¾?s of the messages in his in box. When he came across a pretty peculiar one.
READ THIS. FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS.
"'Read...this...follow instructions..." He read off to himself, 'Ha...probably spam. Watch conscious, I'll click it, go into it, and it will be something like "I need 1 million dollars, or I will...something...something" He went into the message. However, there weren't many instructions:
LOOK OUTSIDE.
"Oh...kaaaaay..." Frank said. He turned his head, and looked out. Nothing. He turned back to the computer, "Nothing. Next?"
LOOK AGAIN.
Frank sighed reading that, he was just about to jump out of the message and mark it as spam before hearing the screech of a Mail Truck's brakes. He turned and looked out, "Wow...How the...never mind." He got up, walked through his house and went outside to grab his mail. He flipped through his mail. All of them adverts. Except for one. It was cardboard colored. He walked into his house and threw everything away, except for that one letter. He ripped into that, and pulled out a neatly folded paper. He could see red bleeding through the paper. He just thought it was red marker. On the paper, in big red eldritch writing, had this written on it:
[HEADING=2]WA
TC
H.
LOOK
BEH
IND YOU.
...
ALWAYS.[/HEADING]
Frank just laughed. He thought it was a joke. Prank mail, that's all it was. "Just some teenager out there trying to scare the piss out of me." However, as much as believed this, he couldn't put this down. At least, not for a few minutes. After those minutes passed, he crumpled the paper up and threw it at his garbage can, "Fucking teenagers." He cursed, walking back to his computer, and erased all those messages.
Later that day...
It was 9:43 PM. Frank was still on his computer playing flash games to amuse himself. That message was still on his mind, though, Why can't I just stop thinking about this? Some people obviously are trying to scare me. Probably some of my friends. Yeah, probably them. They're the only people who would know my address. They must have watched Marble Hornets, or TribeTwelve. Heh. Bastards....But what if it wasn't them. He sat in his chair for 10 minutes. Doing nothing.
He got up after that long pause, and walked over to his trash can, and pulled out something. That letter. He looked over it, again and again. He was fixated on it. He couldn't look away. For some, odd reason...he took it's advice. He assumed that behind him meant a window. He turned to the side, and looked out his window. Nothing. "...I gotta stop thinking about this thing. I really must. Nothing's going to happen" He assured himself of this. When he turned back around to go to his bedroom to go to sleep. Now, there was a faint figure outside his window.
Frank slid under his covers, and closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Or tried.
Not even 2 minutes later, there was a loud crash. Like someone had thrown a brick or something through his window. He jumped out of bed. That's almost exactly what happened. There was glass all over the floor, and a broken window. He stepped around the glass and looked out the window. He started cursing, "Hey! Whoever did that, get the fuck back here! Idiots, whoever did this, your a fucking idiot, y'know that!? Now get back here." He kept yelling, and cursing, getting no answer.
Except for one, "Behind you...." someone said, in monotone.
Frank whirled around, and before he could do anything, he got a bat to the cranium. His head was cracked open, and he was on the ground, unconscious, with blood dripping out of his head. The person who had did this dragged him away. Not before writing something in blood along the walls, first.
After a few hours, it was somewhere near midnight. He woke up, his vision was blurred, and he was dizzy. He looked up, and the first thing he saw was a driver. The next was a light from a lamp post, and he finally realized he was in the back of an SUV "Wha...wha-where, who.....who are you?"
He didn't get an answer from the driver.
Frank barely had any energy to say anything else. He felt half dead. It wasn't long after he had said what he said, that the car had stopped. The person opened the truck of the SUV, and dragged Frank out. Frank looked around. He was in a forest, deep in a forest. He was picked up, and put over the shoulder of this person. Then soon slammed against a tree. Frank spit up blood, "Ahh....sh-shit....what...." He got out, before being slammed against the tree again. More blood was spit up. The person who was doing this held him up against the tree with one hand, and out of the person's pocket, came a hammer. This person held the hammer in his hand.
This person used the back of the hand with the hammer to hold Frank up, and with the other hand, the person pulled out a few nails. 9 inch nails, to be exact. This person put the nail up to Frank's rib, and hammered away. The person made sure he didn't hit the heart, he wanted Frank to bleed out and die. He kept pounding, until he knew that Frank was stuck to the tree, "I'll leave your body for the bears..." This person said, again in monotone. He walked away, back to the SUV. The last thing Frank saw before dying, was the person driving away.
The next day...
A hiker found Frank's corpse in the woods, nailed to a tree. This man was shocked. He immediately started running the other way, to go and report this to the police.
The murder was all over the news. The police searched Frank's house for any evidence of who murdered him. All they found was the letter, and something, all over the walls, written in blood:
[HEADING=2]YOU'LLHEARFROMMEAGAINYOU'LLHEARFROMMEAGAINYOU'LLHEARFROMMEAGAIN[/HEADING]
READ THIS. FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS.
"'Read...this...follow instructions..." He read off to himself, 'Ha...probably spam. Watch conscious, I'll click it, go into it, and it will be something like "I need 1 million dollars, or I will...something...something" He went into the message. However, there weren't many instructions:
LOOK OUTSIDE.
"Oh...kaaaaay..." Frank said. He turned his head, and looked out. Nothing. He turned back to the computer, "Nothing. Next?"
LOOK AGAIN.
Frank sighed reading that, he was just about to jump out of the message and mark it as spam before hearing the screech of a Mail Truck's brakes. He turned and looked out, "Wow...How the...never mind." He got up, walked through his house and went outside to grab his mail. He flipped through his mail. All of them adverts. Except for one. It was cardboard colored. He walked into his house and threw everything away, except for that one letter. He ripped into that, and pulled out a neatly folded paper. He could see red bleeding through the paper. He just thought it was red marker. On the paper, in big red eldritch writing, had this written on it:
[HEADING=2]WA
TC
H.
LOOK
BEH
IND YOU.
...
ALWAYS.[/HEADING]
Frank just laughed. He thought it was a joke. Prank mail, that's all it was. "Just some teenager out there trying to scare the piss out of me." However, as much as believed this, he couldn't put this down. At least, not for a few minutes. After those minutes passed, he crumpled the paper up and threw it at his garbage can, "Fucking teenagers." He cursed, walking back to his computer, and erased all those messages.
Later that day...
It was 9:43 PM. Frank was still on his computer playing flash games to amuse himself. That message was still on his mind, though, Why can't I just stop thinking about this? Some people obviously are trying to scare me. Probably some of my friends. Yeah, probably them. They're the only people who would know my address. They must have watched Marble Hornets, or TribeTwelve. Heh. Bastards....But what if it wasn't them. He sat in his chair for 10 minutes. Doing nothing.
He got up after that long pause, and walked over to his trash can, and pulled out something. That letter. He looked over it, again and again. He was fixated on it. He couldn't look away. For some, odd reason...he took it's advice. He assumed that behind him meant a window. He turned to the side, and looked out his window. Nothing. "...I gotta stop thinking about this thing. I really must. Nothing's going to happen" He assured himself of this. When he turned back around to go to his bedroom to go to sleep. Now, there was a faint figure outside his window.
Frank slid under his covers, and closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Or tried.
Not even 2 minutes later, there was a loud crash. Like someone had thrown a brick or something through his window. He jumped out of bed. That's almost exactly what happened. There was glass all over the floor, and a broken window. He stepped around the glass and looked out the window. He started cursing, "Hey! Whoever did that, get the fuck back here! Idiots, whoever did this, your a fucking idiot, y'know that!? Now get back here." He kept yelling, and cursing, getting no answer.
Except for one, "Behind you...." someone said, in monotone.
Frank whirled around, and before he could do anything, he got a bat to the cranium. His head was cracked open, and he was on the ground, unconscious, with blood dripping out of his head. The person who had did this dragged him away. Not before writing something in blood along the walls, first.
After a few hours, it was somewhere near midnight. He woke up, his vision was blurred, and he was dizzy. He looked up, and the first thing he saw was a driver. The next was a light from a lamp post, and he finally realized he was in the back of an SUV "Wha...wha-where, who.....who are you?"
He didn't get an answer from the driver.
Frank barely had any energy to say anything else. He felt half dead. It wasn't long after he had said what he said, that the car had stopped. The person opened the truck of the SUV, and dragged Frank out. Frank looked around. He was in a forest, deep in a forest. He was picked up, and put over the shoulder of this person. Then soon slammed against a tree. Frank spit up blood, "Ahh....sh-shit....what...." He got out, before being slammed against the tree again. More blood was spit up. The person who was doing this held him up against the tree with one hand, and out of the person's pocket, came a hammer. This person held the hammer in his hand.
This person used the back of the hand with the hammer to hold Frank up, and with the other hand, the person pulled out a few nails. 9 inch nails, to be exact. This person put the nail up to Frank's rib, and hammered away. The person made sure he didn't hit the heart, he wanted Frank to bleed out and die. He kept pounding, until he knew that Frank was stuck to the tree, "I'll leave your body for the bears..." This person said, again in monotone. He walked away, back to the SUV. The last thing Frank saw before dying, was the person driving away.
The next day...
A hiker found Frank's corpse in the woods, nailed to a tree. This man was shocked. He immediately started running the other way, to go and report this to the police.
The murder was all over the news. The police searched Frank's house for any evidence of who murdered him. All they found was the letter, and something, all over the walls, written in blood:
[HEADING=2]YOU'LLHEARFROMMEAGAINYOU'LLHEARFROMMEAGAINYOU'LLHEARFROMMEAGAIN[/HEADING]
Man. My glorious comeback! And I'm one of the first to be murdered...*Sniff*
....
WELL. OFF TO THE JIB!
EDIT: I've noticed this is my second death involving a hammer, nails, and someone being nailed to something.
What's with me and hammers and nails!? XD
