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"23 year old Anthony Jillibeaux, has broken out of custody once again' says police officials. 'We are currently searching for this man who has many acts of murder and cannibalism.' He was last seen at (i dont have an address to put here lmao) in (idk where i am man). If you find this fugitive, please report to police immediately. The reward for reporting this vicious criminal is $10,000-" I muted the TV, with a big smile on my face.
"How sad" I said, thinking of how much I am wanted.
"At least they got the good picture of me" I said, brushing the hair out of my face.
As I chuckled to myself, I surveyed the small, dimly lit room that had become my hideout. The creaky floorboards beneath my feet betrayed the age of the abandoned house I had chosen as my refuge. The peeling wallpaper and the musty smell added to the eerie atmosphere. It was a place where secrets lingered in the air, much like the ominous past that led me to become the wanted man on the television.
I strolled over to a dusty mirror hanging on the wall, and my reflection grinned back at me, revealing a face that had become notorious. The news had certainly captured my essence - the sharp cheekbones, the piercing eyes that seemed to hold a dark secret, and the sly smile that had deceived many.
"Lovely" I said, holding my face and looking into the mirror
A sudden, unexplainable chill crept through the room, causing me to shudder involuntarily. The air seemed to thicken, as if the shadows themselves were watching.
"Oh-..." I shivered, pulling up my sweater.
I dismissed it as a consequence of my life on the run and turned my attention to the TV once more.
The news had shifted to the details of my gruesome crimes, each one more horrific than the last. The reporter spoke of a pattern, a sinister ritual that had left law enforcement baffled. I listened with amusement as they described my supposed motives and speculated on my next move. Little did they know, I was always one step ahead.
"Ha...looser" I laughed, hitting a quick 'I am superior' jig.
As I paced the room, contemplating my next move, I noticed an old, battered door in the corner - a door that seemed to beckon with an otherworldly aura. The peeling paint revealed a dark, polished wood underneath, and an ornate keyhole hinted at mysteries beyond.
"Huh...that wasnt there before...ERM...WHAT THE HECK GUYS???" I said, waddling up to the door and inspecting dat bitch.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I got closer to the door, looking at it cautiously. The temperature dropped even further as I reached for the handle, and a whispering wind seemed to echo through the empty corridors of the house. With a creak, the door swung open, revealing a pitch-black space beyond.
I hesitated, my confidence waning for the first time. The room beckoned me, promising secrets and safety. But what if there was something else waiting behind the door? Something far more sinister than the law that hunted me?
As I stood on the threshold, I realized that my escape had led me not only into the dark corners of the world but also to a place where the line between the living and the dead blurred. The adventure was just beginning, and the real horrors were about to unfold "Behind the Door."
wow its over
tis the end
LEAVE NOW
luv you anyway <3
