Story stuffs

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Another long day of work... it's nothing special... just an old family thing I guess.

İ̸̛̜̣̣̩̣̙͍̅̈́͌̓̎̒̓̐̑͐̃̐̕͜ ̸̨̗̙̙̘̬̯̠̥̤͇͂̀̆̑̎̓̚͜l̴̳̝̦̟̝͙̘̼̞̓͂̓̀̀̿̑̋̅̾̚͘͠į̷̡̛͙̯̞̟̭̰͙̰̫̐͋̑̿͆͌͆̎̀ͅk̷̢̗͕̼̗̯̘͇̙̦̟͓̓̀̓̀͑̈̕͝ͅě̶̦̍ ̷̡̱̣̪̦͔͇̠͕̓̆i̵̪̯͙̭̓̈̍͋̽̀̔͝ṱ̴̹̗̔̆̽͗͌͂̈́̑͘̚͠ͅ ̶̯̺̿̒̒͊v̵̢̹͖̭̰̲̙͔̲̞̌̔̈́̿̒̉̀ȩ̵̪̺̬͎̥̱͉̱͕̯͋́ͅͅr̶͉̲̉̅̽̎͑͒̒̄͛̕͝y̶̢̛̗̙͇̹͕̯͎̋̓̃͒̐̑̄̀̚̚ ̸̢̤̺̞̝̬̫͖̱̔m̷͉͙̰̱̬̘̼͉͍̳̦̗̎̽̒́͑u̷̳͉̙̥̩͖͌͒̑̂̏̒̅͋͠c̵̨̹̹̣̻̟̻͈̪̱͋̿̚ḩ̶̛̛̤͉̦̳̜̟̳͐̓̈́̊̈́̍̈́̈̈́̈͜ ̶̨̢͍͕̮̪̣̙̪̻͌̎̈͂̓̈́̉͘s̸̨̨̡̬̤̰͈̭̙̥̜͎͙͍̉̍͛̏͝ͅo̴͉͙̹̰͚̭̩̬̱̦͔̘̫̟̅̿̒̃̇̽̔̿͒͌̚͝͝͝ ̶̡̨̧̢̛͉͍̱͎̇͆̔́͊̊̓͒͘
̴̢̢̺̖̣̫͚̰̆́́̆̓
̵͔͔̫̠͚̪͔̩̞̰̑̅̔̎̑

I got caught into this this mess awhile ago. It's a long story I don't feel I should get into. Anyways, after a long day of work I decided to walk home instead of getting a couple drinks before hand. I stopped in front of an old abandoned building. I remembered it being an old theatre. I couldn't remember the name of it since the letters were either missing or dirty.

T̷̢̼̼͍͍̟͎̱̙̰͍̥͔͍͕́̑͗͊͑̅͂͋̽̈̽̓̌͌̚h̴̝̲̘̪̜̤̻͖͉̳͉̗͎͂̓̅̾̈́́͌̇̉̕͜ą̴̨͍͚̣͔̲͍̗̟̝̰̮̣̫͒̈̀̅̏̃̉̓̽̇̕͝t̸̹͎̙̰̜̬̙͉̟͍̳̻͉̂͌͋̋́̇̄̕ͅ ̷̹̱͉̖̲͎̋͂͒͒̈́͌̐̕p̵̢̢̡̥͓̜͖̲̘̯̈́͌͒͒́̚̕̕̕͝l̴̲̼̯̮̺̒͒̋̿͑̓͗̌͋́ȁ̴̡̛͚͉̠͕̳͎̝̞̠͚̫̺̫̳̊̈́͆̾̐̌c̴̭̘͙̣̹̬̜̩̭͉͕̲̪̓͐͜͝ͅe̶͙̘̫̥͖̰̺̭͉̟̐̀͗̒̆̈ ̵̢̘̝͖̘̝͇̼̲͆̃̑̏͛́͒̽̄͑̒͘͠͝w̶̘̙̳̰̞̫͇̪̣̐̄̽̈́a̸̧̧͎̣̗͉̞̤͔͓͚͙̫̭͊̀͐̂̍̊͌̂͊́̄̂̆̚͝ṡ̴̡̙̱̤͙̿̔̓̏͗̓̐̉̀̾̓̀͠ ̴̧̡̛͍̺̰͕͇̥̼̀̀̾͆͒͗͋̉̽̍̊͘͝á̵̧̡̲̖͔͉̼̼̺͓͉̰̀̓͑̏̈́̈́̑̂͜͝͝͝ͅ ̶̧̨̨̧͖̟̼͎͎͈̟̞̃̄͆̍͗̋̕ͅb̴̢͖̩̙̲͇̺͔̭͉̻͓͉̖̌́͒̽͑̑̿̅̒̆͑̀̚̕͜͝į̵̢̞̥̝̞̣̮͓͕͍̌̉͊̚g̴̭̤̮̩͔̣͉̻̠̞̗̋͌ ̵̛̪̣̪͉̩͓̠̙͕͊̂̄̍͂̽̄͌̂̊͝͠j̵̧̬͔̯̝̟̣͎̹̟͉̲̻̈́͗̍̌̑̅̌̾͋̑̒̏̀̚͜ͅo̶͇̒̊̽̎͋̿͘ͅk̵͍̙̙̻͍̼͓̝͚͕͚̪̞̾͋̋͒̽͂͆̏̍̚̚͜͠e̶̟̘̕

All the letters left were C, R, D, A, L, P, A, L, E, T, H, and R. I remember it just showing old horror movies that I never liked. They were either too stupid or too boring. I could never sit through one myself. I often liked the more realistic ones like Cannibal Holocaust, A Serbian Film, Human Centipede, and others of a similar fashion. I got a glimpse of myself in the dirty, dusty, windows. My hair was a little messy but still clean, luckily. My jacket was dirty but since it was black you couldn't really tell unless you inspected it well enough. My eye bags were darker than normal, making it look like I'm wearing eyeliner. My piercings are intact. They were almost ripped off.

T̷̨̝̯̗͍̲͂̉̀̌͐́͑̈̋̚ͅͅḩ̶̢̦͓̱̞̤̮̤͈̜̹̙͐̈̊̇̓͑̒́͛̕ͅͅa̵͎͉̥͔̺̥̦͔̳͍̰̐̀̂̅͊͗̉̈́͜͝t̶͔͖̩̼̻͖̝̜̙̩̓̉̽̃̂́͝ͅ ̵͓͉̗̹̘͕̼̙̞̱̳̾̉̏́̿b̵̢̛͙̮̼͔̤̼̙̹͚͚͚̞̌̀̽̍́̈́̀̿̚͜i̶̲̱͓͕̥̪̇͊͝t̴̛̮͉͙̝̋͒͊̔̏͑͑̎̂͝c̷͍͙͈̺͖͂̅̑̓͠h̴̻̱̲̝͇͈̪̻͊̔͊̌̅̇̊͗͗́̀̚͘͝͝ ̴̡̡̛̛̣͎͈͉̩̥̖̗͓̿͒̿̍̍͐͌̓̋͠w̴̠̻͓͕̔̔ó̶̧̢̼̙̮͓̮̩̬̟̠̦̬̒̂͒͜ų̶̟͉̻̯͈͉̹̤̠͓͇͎́̈̇̾̋͑͋̏̈́́̀̋̏̚̕ͅͅl̷̻̱̪̠͔̻̬̭͇͂̂̈́̃̐͒̿̚͝d̴̩͍̳͙́̇̋͆͗̀͑͌͑͛͘͘͘n̷̛͇͇̬̿́͜͠'̶̦͚̺͉̝̈́̂̍͑̾̌́̕t̵͍̤̩̭͍̗̲͍̓͋̿̏͌̂̚̕ ̴̡̛͈̼̳̳̍̍̀̔̽̾͆̑͂ş̷͖̫͕͓̼̮̪̘͍̈́̒̎̒̈̉̑̑͊̎̔͊̂ͅt̴̛̖̭͍͓̉͗̉̉ơ̵̜̬͚̂͆̍̋̌̈͊̌̍͘̚p̸̪̲̾̋͜ ̷̨͖͖͚̲̦̥̙̬̹͚̪̟̟̯̈͐̆͋͛̎̆̽͝f̸̧̲͙͕̰̊̓͐̿̈́̀í̵̮̰̭̱̠͓̭͇̪̙̘͈̃̈́̏̒g̶͚̭̬̝̳̣͙͑͑͆h̷̡̜̣̼̄̎̐͌͐̃͠ẗ̸͚̙̲̯̖́͑̅͌̋̿̀̑͐̀̊̕̕͝i̸̝̺͉͈͎̳͊̈́͑͆͛̿́̋͘͠ͅń̵͖̤̈́̀̓̍͑̽̕g̸̨̢̙̝͇̬̥̦̖̲̊͋̍͝ ̴̧̹̙̺̤̲̗̖͎̬͔̈́́̀́͌̀͐̊̓͗͆́͝