Help me! You must help me.... Those things... They are after me... I can't get away, but I can help you. If you see the message, don't click on it. Don't read it, don't listen to it. It will draw you in, like it did me. Stay away from it. If you read it, they will come. Once they realize it's you they are after, you will never get away. You're powerless. You're alone. They take the one thing that has always been yours. Your thoughts. You will be a prisoner in your own skin. No thoughts, no memories, nothing. The real hell? It's not down below. It's so close, and you don't even realize it. Silly humans. It's all up there, right in between your shoulders. All in your head. And once your thoughts are taken by them, you'll realize it. Why do you think insanity has no cure? Do you ever wonder what makes those people so different from us? The difference is the message. If you have gone insane, at some point you heard the message. At some point they stole your thoughts, your hopes, your dreams. There is only one way to stop them from taking it. It's to share the message with another. But you must hide it within something, you must trick them into reading it. And you can tell no one about it. I'm sorry.... I'm so, so sorry, but I can't let them take me. If they take my thoughts, there's no one to take care of me. I'm alone. My thoughts are what keep me company, the one thing keeping me sane, keeping us all sane. My name is Sarah Jacobs, and my thoughts would be stolen if not for you... Now you have reached the end of the message. They are coming. Run. Run and never slow down. The things in the dark, they are here. And they have come for you.
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Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoesiaThis is just a small collection of poetry and very short, short stories I've written over the years. Of course I'm only fourteen so it will probably build and grow into more than a small collections but we will see.
