My name is Ferris and every night and all throughout the day, I see them. Shadowy figures lurking in the darkness just beyond my view. They're stalking me. Watching me. I always seem to only just barely catch a glimpse of them when I turn my head.
They seem to always look distinct and appear in different spots. One moment there's a beast with 6 heads, 2 necks, and 12 legs peering out from behind the shower curtain. The next moment theres a snake-human hybrid looking at me from under the door in a bathroom stall at Burger King.
These constant reminders of my danger through never-ceasing torment have begun taking a toll on my body and mind. Before it all started, who knows how long ago, I was a spry young man who could talk to anyone and always got enough sleep. Now I rarely get even 3 hours of sleep and I have to take 2 looks at someone before I realize that they're a human and not one of the monsters, ready to finish me off.
One day I finally grew tired of it all. I purchased a firearm, a Glock 19. I had to jump through hoops to obtain it but I did. I'm glad that it's difficult to get, though. A crazy person shouldn't be allowed to just get a gun whenever they like, that'd lead to all sorts ofi unwarrented and needless deaths.
I kept the gun holstered for the whole time until it finally happened. I shot one of the monsters. It happened in a parking lot outside of a grocery store just before it closed but just after the sun had fully set. I heard it utter a gutteral and inhuman scream. A scream that was the most satisfying sound I've ever heard. It fell over and leaked crimson fluid everywhere. It's dark, shadowy limbs spread out and twitching. With heavy laboured breaths, it's chest slowly raised and lowered. I shot it once more in it's deformed head to ensure it's death.
Onlookers nearby rushed to the scene. They revealed their true colors. Each of them were monsters as well. I tried to fire at them. Shooting rapidly. They spread out and ran away. One of them tackled me to the ground. I lost my gun. They slammed my head into the ground. I blacked out.
I awoke in a police station with chains arround my hands. Every single "person" there is really a monster. I can't take it anymore. I will slaughter them all as soon as possible. I will make sure of that.
Author's Note
This isn't the final version but I'm so so so tired so I don't care. Besides, its not like anyone will read this.
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