Hiii. My nam Travis. I hav not meet you... yet. Or hav I?
Oh ya. Rember me? I'm your childhod frend. I belive we hav sum cachin up to do. Well, now Im 23.
Im marryd to my highskool sweatheart.
Wat els? Ah. Also, I kiled all of the peple that got in the way of our love. I hid them in an abanoned cemetry. Irnic, eh?
Anyways, you wont get in the way of our love, will u? Heh.
The lok on your face rit now. You dont kno wat to say. Dont say you wont if you dont men it becase I can tell.
But, if yu say you will, Il put you like the others.
Oh, you wont? Gret! So, you can becom part of out family!
What? You dont wnt to be part of our family?
Then must mean your in our way. You know what I do to peple like that. Wats that?
How can you be with us, but not in the family?
That's not posible. You're just lying to kep from dying. Why dont you want to die? Yol only end up like all the others.
Not to bad. il just stand here. Waiting for you to make a mistake. Eventualy, youl fall aslep.
Thats wen I do it. I capure you and take you to the cemtery ti you up aganst a tomstone that remins me of u
Youl be awak by then. This is when it gets fun.
l cut your eylids out with my poket nife.
Then yol hav to wach yorself suferin and wachin yorself die. Il cut a litle pece of you of at a time.
First your tonge. All the way to your tos.
One by one. Youll be ded by then. Most likly from bleding to deth. Maybe even droning in your own blod.
That is, if you refuse to drink it when I por it don your throt. By then Il bury you. Nobody will ever no wat hapend.
Huh? Why am I teling you my plan? Hah! That's becase you cant do anything abot it! Why you may ask? Because this has already happened. Yet I'm the one that has the scars. You're untoched. How can this be? How cold you do this to me, Travis?
