I startled awake. My breathing fast and heavy. Rubbing my eyes to clear them of the grit, I realized my laptop was on my bed side table. How it got there, I haven't the faintest notion, but the need to go through the video feed I missed distracted my mind from that question.
I started to rewind the footage till I got to the point I fell asleep. I had a dark ominous feeling shroud me when I saw something peculiar. It was me in the video, getting up. But I have no memory of doing such a thing. Breathing heavily, this time in mounting fear, I fast forwarded the video to after I fully left the house.
When I saw myself coming back, I didn't understand straight away. Everything looked normal. Looking harder, I realized, nothing for me could ever be defined as normal ever again.
Because there I was, walking around my house covered in blood. Though from the fact I didn't feel any pain now, I knew it wasn't from me. I had a sinking feeling as I watched myself methodically change and get rid of the bloodied clothes. I screamed when I saw that right there in the video, I was holding Detective Barthlow's badge. A maniacal smile painted across my face as I looked straight into the camera and laughed. My hands lifting upwards, each finger swaying in the air, as though controlling strings from a puppet.
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The Master Puppeteer
Horreur| "The human body and all of its flaws were vulnerable to me and I loved it. I was the Master, I was the Puppeteer. And no one escaped from my strings." | Warning: Explicit content and language
