I'm sorry about the last time we talked, I kind of got ahead of myself.
I'd like to stay as sane as possible, and spouting out my secrets and fears is the last thing a sane person would do with strangers they'll never meet.It's odd to think of you like that, as complete and utter strangers. I'm anything but a stranger to you, as the reader of my life you know more about me than anyone else on this earth.
I hope you feel honored.You may think I made a mistake, that I meant to say 'anyone else on this earth, besides my fear of course.'
He doesn't know me, I've never let him in that far. The only thing he knows, the only thing he cares about, are my insecurities.My insecurities aren't secrets, or they shouldn't be at least. The way I see it is that everyone shares virtually the same fears, and even the same lies if you want to think about it that way.
That's the only reason he can hold me near and dear to his frozen heart, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out a person's weaknesses.
All it takes is a person who has once had a soul of their own.I'm on to him, I know his secret. I bet he didn't expect this, he had no idea that all the while he was filling my head with murderous thoughts I was thinking about murdering none other than the fear himself.
He was a person, and every person has one weakness, a shared weakness if you will.
I want to kill him, I want to kill him so bad. I've never wanted anything more in my life, but I can't be greedy about this.
He can hear me, he hears all my thoughts. He won't let me do it, that's why you have to.
This is the reason why I've been writing this for you, I need you to kill him.Listen to me carefully, we only have one chance at this, I only have one chance at this.
If you don't go through with it he will keep tormenting once innocent children until they're like me, until they want nothing more than silence in their own mind.There's only one thing that could truly kill him.
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Terror's Agony
Short StoryJack Ridley has fought off his fear by striking it into the heart's of others, but nothing scares him more than the putrid stench of terror that clings to the air like a lifeline whenever he lets his wrath run wild. The steady burn of his cigarette...