Murderer

I feel drained, barely have the energy to write this post. But I promised myself I’d document everything that happened. It’d only be worse if I kept it all bottled up, right?
Not that writing it on this blog will help much. Especially when the only person reading it is some sicko edgelord.

I tried to burn the book again. But I couldn’t, not again. It’s the last piece of her that I have. I know I’m being selfish by keeping it, I don’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve her.
Instead of burning it I just sat on the floor for who knows how long and stared at it. I had a lighter in my hand but I couldn’t...

In frustration I threw the lighter away. I then got up and walked out. Went to a bar in the middle of the day and got drunk. Unfortunately I’m a lightweight and got drunk after three beers. I was also broke by then so I went home.

While walking home I suddenly froze in place. I couldn’t even move my fingers. Then I saw it, that inhuman clown thing. It appeared out of nowhere and towered over me. I tried to look up but could only move my eyes. So I only saw its razor teeth, smiling down at me.
My own mouth started moving in an attempt to mimic its smile. I had no control over my own body. I was terrified and still miserable but my mouth was smiling on its own.

I don’t know how long I stood there but it felt like ages. I felt full of energy, probably the adrenaline. If I had been able to move I might have been able to outrun that thing. But I couldn’t.
The clown started reaching one of its hands towards me.
Every cell in my body was screaming at me to run. Everything about this felt so wrong. That clown was not supposed to exist. The street I was on should not twist that way. I should not exist.

Then as suddenly as it had appeared the clown was gone. The second I realized I could move again I bolted. I made it home safely. Locked all the doors just in case it helps. I know it doesn’t, if the Dog can appear in here then so can that clown, probably.
But I had to do something to feel remotely safe.

Now I’m sitting here. The alcohol has mostly worn off and I feel like I could sleep for a week. The book is still on my desk. When I picked it up a note fell out. A partially burned note with a single word on it.

“Murderer”

-Fien

Comments

  1. WereMagiDecember 16, 2016 at 11:52 AM

    I almost feel human reading this... I almost want to console you... But then I also want to make you kneel before the Kings of Storm. They keep me from forgetting my place, thankfully.

    ~Kingfisher

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    1. BrynDecember 16, 2016 at 3:22 PM

      Question: if you love commenting on these blogs so much, why not make your own account? Is it to taunt us and show that you could kidnap one of us at any point? Or do you just not feel like it?
      -Poe

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    2. WereMagiDecember 16, 2016 at 11:57 PM

      Sorry Dear, Poe just likes to follow other people around and troll others. I agree, he is a psycho.

      ~Kingfisher

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    3. BrynDecember 17, 2016 at 4:20 PM

      ...I would advise against that.
      -Poe

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    4. BrynDecember 17, 2016 at 7:48 PM

      Also, Fisher, do you really think I'm a psycho when you're the one with birds inside him? Or are you just taking the opportunity to crack a stupid joke?
      -Poe

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  2. Memphis MorrowDecember 16, 2016 at 7:50 PM

    The Crooked Man and Fenrir hunting the same prey? Very unusual, but not unheard of.

    I would suggest quitting alcohol girl. It calms your nerves momentarily, but in the long run it makes you easier to catch.

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    1. Memphis MorrowDecember 16, 2016 at 8:59 PM

      Being a killer is no excuse for being rude. Of course, if my master was targeting you, I wouldn't be nearly as nice to you as I am now.

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