?All it is is an idea, but a lethal one, all it needs is to be in your head, for you to know about it? and you can?t escape?
This was a sentence in my friend?s diary that most caught my attention. He died the other day; he had no family so I inherited his possessions and had been flipping through it, trying to shed some light on what happened. It was a bite to the back of the neck, along with some other scratches and scrapes, the teeth mark apparently was almost like a dog?s but the wound was much too wide. Here are the entries from when it all started, a couple of weeks ago,
February 2nd
I can?t believe I?m letting that stupid story get to me, it wasn?t even scary! But now I?m jumping at the slightest thing and always seem to be alert, my imagination?s getting the best of me too, more than once today I thought I saw something out the corner of my eye, at the risk of sounding cliché, I think I must be over-doing it?
February 3rd
I?m going mad, I must be! All day today I was hearing noises and seeing things, flickers at the end of the corridors, creaks on the floorboards. Anyway, I?ve made an appointment with the doctors and taken a day off work, I?m not about to let a kiddie?s horror story make me lose my senses.
February 4th
I?m not going to the doctor?s, they?ll agree with me, tell me I?m mad, I?ll get locked up, because it?s not a story, it can?t be, three days and I can?t forget about it, and I?m terrified ALL THE TIME! And there?s more? I?ve started to see it, the thing from that story, a couple of times I?ll turn a corner and there it?ll be, huge and dark, like a human with a mad look on his face, but taller and covered in black hair, then I?ll blink or rub my eyes and it?ll be gone, I?m not imagining it, it?s toying with me, oh god I?m so scared?
(It goes quiet for a few days now)
February 10th
Oh god, it?s going to kill me I know it will! I can see it all the time now! It?s always there staring at me like it?s deciding how it will do it! I haven?t left the house in days, every time I go to the door it just stands there between me and the door, with that mad grin on it?s face, and the same if I go near a window or the phone, it won?t let me escape or tell anyone about it, I don?t know why it lets me write in my diary, but it just stands there staring and nodding while I do, come to think of it, I don?t even know why I?m writing in my diary now, it seems so pointless when it?ll kill me soon anyway, oh please, someone help me please!
(Incidentally, I have now figured out the source of my friend?s desire to document his affliction, but more on that later)
February 11th
It?s started getting aggressive now, standing very close and occasionally taking a swipe with black, clawed hands, like a cat playing with a mouse before it kills it. The worst thing is that face. Ever since this started it?s had that horrible face? A huge, mad grin and wide, unblinking eyes, like it?s wearing some terrible Halloween mask, god I wish it would just kill me, I can?t stand any more of this?
(Again there are a few days of silence)
February 15th
This is it. For the first time, its face has changed, it?s opened its mouth revealing rows of long, sharp teeth, now it just sits there, like it?s waiting for me to finish writing. But I?ve figure it out now (and I hope it lets me write this), because all it is is an idea, but a lethal one, all it needs is to be in your head, for you to know about it? and you can?t escape. Looking back, I can remember the fear on my friend?s face when he told me that horror story, it had been tormenting him and now he?s probably dead, but god he is such a t*** for telling me! Because this is what it is, a story, you hear about it and then you can?t get rid of it, and then, before it kills you, you tell someone else and it moves on to a new victim. Well, that?s it, that?s all I can think to write, the creature?s walking towards me now, still showing those terrible teeth? Goodbye, I guess.
This page is splattered with blood, I guess the creature really did kill him once he finished writing. Now back to what I?ve figured out. What my friend didn?t realise was that the creature, apart from scaring the living crap out of you, gets inside your head, subtly influences your decisions. In the case of his friend, making him recount the story onto him, the next victim, and in his own case, making him document the events in his diary, despite the futility of it. This way, the creature is never forgotten and it always has a new victim before the previous one is killed.
Now you might be wondering why I speak of this creature not as if it?s just a story, but as if it?s fact, well, as you should have figured out by now, the next victim was me, in fact it?s here as I type this, standing behind me with it?s hand on my shoulder and it?s teeth bared just like in the last entry of the diary, and because it?s making me publish this for someone else to read, I know what?s about to happen. Soon it?ll kill me and move into its next victim.
Oh god, I?m so sorry, but I had no choice? it?ll be with you soon
This was a sentence in my friend?s diary that most caught my attention. He died the other day; he had no family so I inherited his possessions and had been flipping through it, trying to shed some light on what happened. It was a bite to the back of the neck, along with some other scratches and scrapes, the teeth mark apparently was almost like a dog?s but the wound was much too wide. Here are the entries from when it all started, a couple of weeks ago,
February 2nd
I can?t believe I?m letting that stupid story get to me, it wasn?t even scary! But now I?m jumping at the slightest thing and always seem to be alert, my imagination?s getting the best of me too, more than once today I thought I saw something out the corner of my eye, at the risk of sounding cliché, I think I must be over-doing it?
February 3rd
I?m going mad, I must be! All day today I was hearing noises and seeing things, flickers at the end of the corridors, creaks on the floorboards. Anyway, I?ve made an appointment with the doctors and taken a day off work, I?m not about to let a kiddie?s horror story make me lose my senses.
February 4th
I?m not going to the doctor?s, they?ll agree with me, tell me I?m mad, I?ll get locked up, because it?s not a story, it can?t be, three days and I can?t forget about it, and I?m terrified ALL THE TIME! And there?s more? I?ve started to see it, the thing from that story, a couple of times I?ll turn a corner and there it?ll be, huge and dark, like a human with a mad look on his face, but taller and covered in black hair, then I?ll blink or rub my eyes and it?ll be gone, I?m not imagining it, it?s toying with me, oh god I?m so scared?
(It goes quiet for a few days now)
February 10th
Oh god, it?s going to kill me I know it will! I can see it all the time now! It?s always there staring at me like it?s deciding how it will do it! I haven?t left the house in days, every time I go to the door it just stands there between me and the door, with that mad grin on it?s face, and the same if I go near a window or the phone, it won?t let me escape or tell anyone about it, I don?t know why it lets me write in my diary, but it just stands there staring and nodding while I do, come to think of it, I don?t even know why I?m writing in my diary now, it seems so pointless when it?ll kill me soon anyway, oh please, someone help me please!
(Incidentally, I have now figured out the source of my friend?s desire to document his affliction, but more on that later)
February 11th
It?s started getting aggressive now, standing very close and occasionally taking a swipe with black, clawed hands, like a cat playing with a mouse before it kills it. The worst thing is that face. Ever since this started it?s had that horrible face? A huge, mad grin and wide, unblinking eyes, like it?s wearing some terrible Halloween mask, god I wish it would just kill me, I can?t stand any more of this?
(Again there are a few days of silence)
February 15th
This is it. For the first time, its face has changed, it?s opened its mouth revealing rows of long, sharp teeth, now it just sits there, like it?s waiting for me to finish writing. But I?ve figure it out now (and I hope it lets me write this), because all it is is an idea, but a lethal one, all it needs is to be in your head, for you to know about it? and you can?t escape. Looking back, I can remember the fear on my friend?s face when he told me that horror story, it had been tormenting him and now he?s probably dead, but god he is such a t*** for telling me! Because this is what it is, a story, you hear about it and then you can?t get rid of it, and then, before it kills you, you tell someone else and it moves on to a new victim. Well, that?s it, that?s all I can think to write, the creature?s walking towards me now, still showing those terrible teeth? Goodbye, I guess.
This page is splattered with blood, I guess the creature really did kill him once he finished writing. Now back to what I?ve figured out. What my friend didn?t realise was that the creature, apart from scaring the living crap out of you, gets inside your head, subtly influences your decisions. In the case of his friend, making him recount the story onto him, the next victim, and in his own case, making him document the events in his diary, despite the futility of it. This way, the creature is never forgotten and it always has a new victim before the previous one is killed.
Now you might be wondering why I speak of this creature not as if it?s just a story, but as if it?s fact, well, as you should have figured out by now, the next victim was me, in fact it?s here as I type this, standing behind me with it?s hand on my shoulder and it?s teeth bared just like in the last entry of the diary, and because it?s making me publish this for someone else to read, I know what?s about to happen. Soon it?ll kill me and move into its next victim.
Oh god, I?m so sorry, but I had no choice? it?ll be with you soon
