My name is John, John something… I can’t recall a lot of things from my life and I just want to leave this message as a warning for anyone who may share the same experience as myself in the future. I’m writing it now because I can feel it creeping up and I know it will take over full control soon. And god help me and anyone who crosses me when it does. If you ever experience any of the following symptoms take my word and don’t be afraid like I was don’t be afraid to take your own life so you don’t become its slave.
It all started on one faithful night with me lying on the living room sofa, furious out of my mind over an argument I had with my wife. Can’t remember the last time it got so bad over something so incredibly stupid like me forgetting to take out the bloody trash. I was lying, starring at the ceiling with my blood boiling when it showed itself for the first time. The occurrence wasn’t slow and spooky like in most scary stories we read, but rather fast and straight to the point so to say. A mantis like shadowy creature crept up on me from the darkest corner of the room and muffled my voice with its hand, at least I think it was a hand, and sliced my chest straight across with its razor sharp claw. I fainted immediately after and could only hear it whisper: “Next time you are mine completely”.
Waking up the next morning it all felt like a really strange dream and everything felt normal as ever, everything but the massive scar I had over my body. I didn’t know what to think at the time, many things went through my head: maybe I scratched myself while having a nightmare, maybe all of that wasn’t just a dream or maybe even my bitch of a wife did that to me, but she swore she didn’t leave the bedroom and didn’t hear a sound the entire night. Things were as they were before and the creature or the dream was nowhere to be found, that is until exactly one year after the first encounter.
In the middle of the night a clicking sound snapped me awake and shortly after I could feel my scar burning with such intensity I screamed like a little child. Then I came face to face with this despicable thing and it started to literally enter my body hurting me the entire time. Once it felt like it went entirely inside I fainted just like the first time and upon waking up I asked my wife what happened and yet again she didn’t hear a single sound the entire night. It only made sense that all of that is in my head because the scream I let out was impossible to sleep trough so I convinced myself everything was alright. Not much after things started going from weird to messed up.
At first it was the little things I tended to forget like where I left my keys or losing my phone, but it quickly escalated to me not knowing which day or month it is. After some time now I have concluded that this thing is some kind of a mind parasite capable of removing and bringing back any memories it desires from your head. It could also change the way you feel about a particular event, such as making you happy to see an animal die in pain. After that things got much worse very fast. During just one night it could make me forget about my entire childhood, eat away years of my life and bring back only memories which involved dead things or even people. On top of all that it made sure I remember every bit of our two encounters and the pain I felt back then. Soon the most sinister night of all took place.
I came home from work very late in the evening to find a complete stranger in my kitchen going through my fridge and eating my food. I asked them who they are but got no response. In anger I pushed her to the floor and threw a punch directly in her chest. She screamed in agony and tried to convince me she was my wife, but that was nonsense, I never got married or had children. I was sitting on top of this stranger feeling stronger than ever before bashing her small head on kitchen tiles until she went silent. Only a few seconds after the parasite made me remember who she was, but it didn’t make me fell sadness or remorse, no, it made me feel happier than ever. And so I realized everything it ever did, every emotion it ever made me feel was to get me to here, to make me realize I simply have an enormous appetite for murder and that I need to keep on killing. WE need to keep killing.
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