I think back to the night my father left.
The way he turned my world upside down.
The events that led to that night are sad for me to discuss. But that was the day I learned something very crucial.
When someone leaves... When someone fucks up so badly you never want to see them... You must burn something that was meant for them or theirs.
That is still how I do it.
Im not sure what of my fathers I burned. That was far too long ago for me to remember.
But I remember burning all of her notes.
I remember burning her Blink 182 bracelet. And now.
These two silly bandz.
Fuck am I stupid.
How did this happen again.
How could this happen again...
I still think about her too and too.
The way she left.
Yeah then a sound from outside startles me awake.
"Fuck not again." I mutter. Grabbing a cigarette from the pack and sparking it with my trusty lighter
The creature that often haunts my nights has returned.
I only saw it once. And i think there is more than one but its difficult to tell...
It is all black, charred up. With deep black holes for eyes.
It has no mouth and no nose.. and is humanoid in shape.
It has long claws for fingers and toes and is strong.
Small black hairs stick out of its burnt 'skin' if you can call it that.
It makes this... Horrible noise... It haunts me when it... Cries...
It screeches... Begging for help with promises of salvation and silence in return.
I knew the first time I heard it speak and beg me to let it in it was lying. This... Thing... It was evil. It wanted my soul... It wanted me dead.
It knocks and scratches at the windows for hours... Eventually moving to a different window or trying the front door if i am downstairs...
Somehow it knows what room I am in... Since my mother does not ever experience this... It only happens in rooms i try to sleep in.
After trying all the windows multiple times it begins to bang its fist on the glass trying desperately to break it and enter to... Destroy me I assume.
It mimics the voices of my loved ones and begs for help... Claiming to be them... And to need help...
Eventually after that doesn't work and the morning lurks it will leave. Disappearing into the still black night....
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RandomLife is a journey, One filled with more questions than answers. So whats a meaningless creature like ourself have to gain from it? *This is A story smd.