Who decided that this was a good idea: Go to bed and leave the front door unlocked

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At this point, I didn’t know what else to do other than just go to bed and leave the front door open. Joey is an adult, he can make his own decisions. Is it possible that maybe something was wrong with him medically? I can’t say for certain. I decided that going to bed and not meddling with anything else would be good… yeah. I don’t want to make things worse! What am I saying??? I’m rambling to myself…

I went up the stairs, walked inside to our flat and gave out a loud yawn. However, as I stretched and yawned, something didn’t feel quite right… and it is unusually cold. It wasn’t your typical early to mid autumn chill… I mean it felt like a walk in freezer. I looked to my left and noticed that the two large windows that sat above our L-shaped couch were left wide often, but there was barely even a breeze coming out of them. I don’t recall leaving them open, but figured Joey might’ve done it. He’s not as anal about keeping the windows closed like how I am. When I closed the windows everything warmed up just a little bit. But still, something felt off. It was still chilly and the tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. The only thing I could hear is my heartbeat throbbing between my ears and my heavy breathing. I felt as though someone else was in the room with me. Suddenly a loud crashing noise snapped me out from my weird trance and created a rush of adreneline skyrocket through my veins. I hop into the small kitchen and saw our glass pitcher shattered on the white and gray linoliem tiled floor. The old chestnut cabinets were left all open as well as the drawers. The dining room that sat across from the small kitchen had scraps of paper, pens, books and napkins all over the place. 

I had enough. I didn’t care if all of this shit was paranormal or not. I was over it and was ready to go to bed. I began to clean up the shattered glass, scattered items, and closed the cabinets and drawers. At one point I heard a large boom above me as well as a short, disembodied cackle, then the chill and tense feeling in the house stopped. I left out a huge sigh of relief. I made the kitchen and dining room spotless within 10 minutes, and oddly it was quite satisfying. After cleaning everything up, I took a long and hot shower, got into my gray, black, and white pjs, and hopped into bed. I was out like a light as soon as my head hit the pillow. 

I had a very brief dream that lasted for maybe a few seconds and it scared the bejeezus out of me. I saw myself sleeping and saw a patchy gray colored humanoid like figure with jagged teeth, sunken red eyes, and no hair. It was completely naked and its whole body appeared to be drenched in sweat or something for it shined in the moonlight like a rubber glove. It’s face only inches away from mine, violently convulsing, twitching, and screaming to the top of its lungs, which caused me to lunge forward out of my deep slumber. I saw that it was 4:30 am and before I could do anything, I just told myself that it was a bad dream and went back to sleep. I woke up a few hours later at around 7:30 am. I walked into Joey’s room, seeing that the door was open and saw that his bed was empty. His room looked like it had been untouched since the day before, but what was even more bizarre was that EVERYTHING in that room was neat and tidy. Joey is far from being the kind of person to keep things spotless, he’s always been this way growing up. I was astonished! Books were put away, laundry and random nick knacks that covered the floor was picked up and put away, and the room smelled so pleasant! Damn, even I couldn’t imagine seeing his room thing clean like this! I felt the back of my neck and back tingled and my insides squirmed. I couldn’t move. Suddenly my phone went off and I saw a text message from Joey. He was okay, he was at his parents house and was going to stay there for a few days. He apologized profusely about what happened last night. I texted him back, telling him no worries and was happy to hear that he was ok. 

After I texted Joey, I walked into the bathroom and saw a sight that I will never forget. It was Joey hanging from the hook on our bathroom door. I screamed and fell straight on my ass. He was covered in what appeared to be black ash and fresh blood. Half of his face and skull was missing and had a massive hole in his body… he was gutted out. His clothes had rips and patches of bile, foul odered liquids, and blood. His arms and legs dangled losely everytime his body swayed side to side. A large pool of blood gathered onto the once spotless blue tile. I could not believe what I was seeing. 

“This can’t be happening!!! Joey!!” I squeaked as my eyes welled with tears. “How could this be? I JUST texted you!” I slowly stood up as I began to sob uncontrollably. I didn’t know what to do, and I still don’t. I turned back for a second when I got back up from the floor, and turned back around to the bathroom floor to find that Joey was gone. However, the puddle of blood and a few bits of bone and flesh remained on the floor and door. “What in the actual fuck is going on???? I am losing my fucking mind!”. Good god what is happening to me???

Investigate the bathroom further for clues

or

Call the police

or 

Do nothing

or

Start from the beginning…


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I do, don’t you?

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‘Tis my life’s calling, you know… the darkness fills my soul with enlightenment.

The night is my sanctuary, my happy place, my dwelling, the origin of who I really am.

Don’t insult me with petty excuses on why the darkness should be feared.

It should be loved and embraced by any light spot that blinds you willingly. 

How can you see with those lights in your eyes? Can you see your inner truth now?

Learn to adjust to your eyes to the blackness… allow yourself to succumb to it’s beauty.

Allow it to grip your insides like worms consuming an apple. 

Allow them to eat your hideous mask from the inside out. 

Embrace the decay for it shall lead you to rebirth.

Death is the new birth.

Welcome.


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Letter To Dearest- Disasterpiece

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Here I am once again my Dearest;

I am here writing to you once again great disasterpiece creator.

I motherfucking hope that you are happy.

Will my overall being suffice? Or does my vile nature do that.

The nature you imbedded in my feet, gnarling barbed roots twisting into the mud, reaching towards the core.

Bounded to the love you gave me to use… I can still feel it pumping in my veins. 

The fibers of my veins erode away from its acidic effects.

It seeps into my skin and reflects outwards into my aura.

My insides burn infinitely from the blinded rage within.

All that exists has gouged out eyes and drilled through eardrums. 

The walking blind, the crawling deaf, the flying dead, the jaded ones.

Why did you create me dearest? For what purpose? I refuse to believe what it could be.

I’ve heard this all before and before and before that and before them.

Before they came, before they appeared, before they spoke, before they listened.

Before it all began. Before my existence. Before all.

Hell is real. She laughs at our expense. She is aroused by our sorrows.

She’s not a devil, nor a demon, nor a being. She’s in your head. 

Hell exists within our minds alone. Her entity exists in our minds.

The Divine Exists too… he watches me, he follows me, he guides me.

Blinding, morphing, creating, changing…

She smiles in my presence… The Divine smiles in my presence…

What the fuck do you want from me?

You won’t singe me, nor save me.

But now it’s just me… who else?

With me… no one other than my ‘divine’ presence. 

I’m no savior, no saint, no prophet, no healer… nothing.

I am the disasterpiece.

I am your disasterpiece.

You’re welcome.


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Love-bound

e604bdbfe016c84aa2d170a51ac513bfToday is a special day for us my beloved.

We are officially, permanently bound by our infinite love!

Skull to skull, spine to spine, stem to stem, blood to blood…. yes.

Can’t you feel it? I do… oh I truly hope you do!

I feel our internal organs mixing into one entity.

I can see sweet, sweet death overtaking us! It’s glorious my beloved!

We will be together on the other side forever… and ever… and ever…

No longer will we have to hang onto this misery that we call an over lived life.

Ahhhh… no need to tremble! It will be alright! No need to be frightened.

Our time had come my dear, I just knew it did! But our bodies certainly did not.

So I did what our bodies could not do! First I melded you and I into one and used the steak knife to make it one and done!

We have been alive for what has been centuries sweetie, it’s time to go!

No more worries for you and I! No bills, no school, no parents, no silly ex boyfriends! And no silly ex girlfriends for me.

I knew that you would be the one for me the day I was born!

Come join me in the afterlife Hon, it will be fun! It’s not like as though you have much of a choice… I really hope you don’t mind!


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Decadence

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 Let me hold you within my palms my dear.

Accept my sweetest embrace, my love.

Your blood feels so good against my bare skin.

It feels so pure… more precious than gold.

I feel elated when you cling onto what life you have left.

I yearn to swim within the inner confines of your corporal being.

Separate bone, fibers, muscle, and skin… there exists your TRUE being.

I could consume you all day, every day, for the rest of my life…

I feel aroused when you dig into my skin and draw blood.

Please allow my blood to run with yours my sweet decadent prince.

This is true love… let it last forever and ever!


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To My Dearest Death

I’ve been waiting for your sweet embrace for so long.

Sweep me off my feet and free me from this age stricken body.

I’ve been ready to enter the portals of the lost for decades.

Do I still have a purpose here on this god forsaken plane of existence?

Give me one valid reason why I shouldn’t join you in this dance.

I pine for the tantalizing Tango of timeless terror.

Please let me join you in this diabolically delightful waltz.

And of course, lead me to the Foxtrot of foreshadowing my fate…..

I have mastered each step of Death’s dance within the last few decades of my life.

Let these past few thousand years be my last my long awaited friend. 

Welcome.


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The Grove- Going Through my Dad’s Will

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May 25th 2015- Going through Dad’s Will

Yesterday was pretty uneventful, snore worthy I think. However, I think that probably was for the best because of the nightmare I had the other night really hit me hard. Come to think of it I don’t think anyone slept well the night before, not even Josh. I’ve had a bit of trouble sleeping since then, but no nightmares, thank god. Anyway, Josh, Steve, and I really didn’t do much. We sat around and talked, watched Netflix for a few hours, and ordered Chinese food for dinner.

The next day we started to dive into Dad’s stuff, which I believe from the deepest parts of my soul was extremely excruciating for everyone in the room…. Dad’s room. His room had changed a lot when I left. It really looked off… I can’t really explain it. There were papers and other random books and paraphernillia scattered all over the place. There were piles of clothes sitting in random areas in the room and a very old and stale cup of coffee on the desk with a fly buzzing around it. To me I felt as though I was walking right on my father’s corpse and intruding in some sort of way. The room smelled horrible for some odd reason, like mildew, moldy meat, putrid mud, and dust. A loud clash of thunder cracked through the air, making all of us jump and then a heavy downpour engulfed the home. Steve and Josh both looked at me with slight concern.

“Hey, sis you really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Steve and I can look through the will if you’d like. Besides, there’s still a lot of other stuff that needs to be done-“

“No, no don’t be silly! I’m fine, I swear! I can get through this Josh.” I interrupted Josh hastily for I didn’t want to let him down for not having the guts to do my part. “I’m sorry.” I muttered as I crossed my arms.

“Are you sure sweetheart?” Steve asked while gently putting his arm around my shoulder. 

“Yeah, I’m positive! I want to help out as much as I can. Please let me help. I promise I’ll let you two know when I need a break ok?” I assured Josh and Steve that I would be ok, even though I didn’t know it myself. They both said ok and nodded. We both took out a large file in his filing cabinet in his closet, took it to the large desk in his study, and starting to go through it. 

My Dad might have been a very laid back man, but the thing is he always kept everything neat and tidy. Laundry, dishes, Tupperware, clothes hangers, papers, even our food pantry was intricately organized. Anyway, reading through Dad’s will just had very basic stuff in it, at least from what I could see. Everything from the first five or so pages seemed to be pretty basic… then his writing just seemed so garbled after that. He had a plan set on where his assests would go and whom they would be awarded to; everything from his bank account balance, his investments, his furniture, car, home, etc. He also had everything laid out on how he wanted his funeral and burial to be laid out for the most part… then the rest of the text had scribbles, text that was lined through, massive paragraphs with typos and chicken scratch… what got me was the various drips of what appeared to be coffee on the paper, no not just that, but there was also drips of blood as well. All three of us just looked back at one another in confusion. 

“Josh?” 

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” He sounded hesitant to answer my question.

“Have you shown this to the attourney yet?”

“Nope…” He gulped.

“Josh, I really think we sho-“

“Ok, I-I-I have a confession to make to you guys!” He stood up and put his hands up when he announced this. “I have not been in this room until now. Here’s the thing I really didn’t want to tell you Jo. Before Dad died, he really began to lose it. He would often barricade himself in here for days on end and would never let anyone in, not even me. I came by every once in a while to give him food and his medications, then he’d open the door slightly, yank it out of my hands then slam the door in front of my face. He wouldn’t talk to me or look at me… I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t find Dad in here when he passed. He was in the shower and he collapsed, I swear!” Josh put his hands up to his face and broke down. I immediately hugged him and sat him down while Steve closed the file and pushed it to the side. 

“I believe you Josh, it’s going to be ok, I promise! We are in this together. I think it would be best maybe if we try to have another set of eyes or two on this so we can figure this out.” I said while comforting Josh. I had never, ever seen him cry like that before. Not even when mom passed away. So with that, we called and made an appointment to see the attourney to help us decipher through the garbled will. God help me, Josh, and Steve through this… All I can hear when I sleep now is the rain that heavily impails the windows…

Joey


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