Wether it's the sickening crack of a bone or the soft, quiet crack of fall leaves under your foot. It still makes a noise. The only me is me. Are you sure the only you is you?
My name is Cristamen, and I am dead. I was murdered two years ago and anyone who mentions my name, gets brutally murdered, in the same way I did to get revenge for them laughing at me when I died. I died of blood loss. Before that I got kidnapped and no one bothered to look for me. That's what hurt me the most. During the time that I was kidnapped I got burned, I got beaten, cut, kicked, punched, and deprived of food. One day the kidnapper got tired of hearing my whines and cries of pain and just decided to put me out of my misery in a slow, anxious way. He shanked me.
The next person I get to get revenge on is Devin Williams. He didn't believe the myth. Too bad for him. Tonight at midnight when the clock strikes 12 I shall wake him up quickly and make sure he is trapped In his room. Oh look, it's midnight. Time to go.
I've already made sure Devin, sweet, sweet, Devin, can't get out. Unfortunate for him. You might want to look away when I tell you too. It will get a little gruesome, which is how I like my murders.
I frantically shake his bed. Devin stirs. He can't see me, oh well for him. Now is when you want to look away. It's going to get bloody, nasty, and depressing
