The first and only night I was in there it went pretty well. Everyone was getting their showers and stuff over with while I just stared out the window. I had a feeling Jeff would visit me, but I wasn't exactly sure. I saw something, or someone, move on the building across from me. I lost sight of whatever it was. Just as I was about to go to bed and say fuck it, there was a knock at the bathroom door. It was coming from inside the bathroom, where my roommate was taking a shower. I shouted out " Why the fuck are you knocking?!"
No response.
"Hel-"
The door slowly opened.
I walked over and looked inside and I kind of wish I wouldn't have. Seeing an eleven year old holding his cut throat isn't the best thing. But it was relieving.
"It's a masterpiece, Huh? HAHAHAHAHAH!!!"
"Jeff, what the hell?! You gotta be quite or else they'll hear you."
"Who? The doctors? The other children?! HAHAHAHAH!! THEY'RE ALL DEAD!!! HAHAHAH!!"
"Wait, what?"
I opened the door to the hallway and stepped outside.
"Fucking masterpiece! Am I right, Danny?! HAHAHAH!!"
There was blood splattered all over the walls, dead bodies everywhere, it was beautiful.
My favorite thing is the intestines hanging from the ceiling.
"Jeff, this is amazing!"
"Danny, we need to get going. We have work to do."
"Yes. Yes we do."
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My Inspiration
HorrorOh how my sweet inspiration shall help me destroy these horrid creations we call humans. The race that has destroyed many things. Destroyed dreams, hopes, LIVES. But soon, soon I will be laughing while the news reports tell about the deaths of man...
