I was consumed by darkness. My judgment… my mind was clouded by the dark entities that are trying to kill me. I woke up today, with one of the cult members staring down at me. But you know… a normal person would’ve been scared, but I wasn’t. I was full of anger; I didn’t think twice when I drove that knife into his neck and chest. He fumbled around for a bit, but I eventually killed him. He didn’t say anything, only the occasional painful moans. I wasn’t myself when it happened. I was someone..-thing else. I enjoyed every moment of it... I almost couldn’t stop.
I found another fucking stupid message. “tick tock” Shut up. I have no patient with your shit, if you want to come get me, I will be here ready to drive my axe into your face, call it a… axe-ident. I am not afraid anymore; I am on a bloody rampage. My mask of sanity has slipped, I am not Henry anymore. I am something else.
But anyway, the man in my room disappeared when I went to move his body. The blood and the knife weren’t there either. Maybe it was my dad, deep down in my conscious driving me to insanity.
You know what they say, I stared into the abyss, and it stared back.
--͚͈̝̟͈̮͇͍̣̞́̉̈̊̄̐ͥ̑͑̊̌ͨH̙̭͚̮̱̮̬̮͔̣̣̤̽ͩͤ̄ͅĕ͈͖̼͔͓̻͇̻̣̯̽ͩͥ̃͋͂̆́̍̄̿͑̒̐͂̐ṉ̠̹̤̫͂ͪ̓̈́̋̄̃ṛ͚̮̥̬͚͋ͪ͐̄̇̊̐̃͒̽͊ͥ̅̋ỷ̻͍͉̟̯̟̪͇͈̳̭̼͉̤̪ͮ̾̄͂̒
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Project 11
Horror"The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist."
