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Old school project I found

Two characters with called subject and suit

Subject is a mysterious and depressed looking character but in reality/when speaking is heavily confused.

Suit looks like an uncomfortable and this reflects in reality/when speaking but with a bit more confident.

In a dark room with two chairs a man with ragged clothes is sitting alone with his head slumped down covering his face. A man with a hat carrying a suitcase appears pulling out the chair facing the man with his head slumped down. When he sits down the light of the room fixates on suit. Subject coughs loudly.

Suit: So subject 724 do you know why you are here?

Subject grunts

Suit: I need a yes or a know

Subject groaning: no

Suit: Do you remember what happened?

Subject pauses for a while

Subject: if I do not know why I am here, why would I know what happened?

Suit gives him a embarrassed look and brings out a file and opens it.

Suit: that makes sense.

Suit: well subject 72-

Subject: just call me subject please. What do i call you?

Suit:  call me suit I guess, and subject you were the last survivor of some sort of mass disappearance in a town of Tudor.

A long pause of silence fills the room just filled with suit shifting around in his seat and subjects heavy and irregular breathing. The light shifts only partly covering subjects face.

Suit looking through the file: Interrupt me if something reminds you of your experience. From what the report states you were discovered by a 70 year old man. He was visiting the town of Tudor to see his grandkids, from what he described the town looked like everyone gone up and left, hence the mass disappearance. He looked around the town trying to..

He looks up and Subject is just staying there just staring with his mouth open looking like he just went into a lobotomy.

Suit uncomfortably: well looking for his family. When he made his way to the park he saw you. Crying and screaming about water and boils. He took you to this hospital, he did not know why he did it, he said some sort of force made him-

Shut looks up again and subject gets incredibly uncomfortable.

Suit: is their something you want to mention?

Subject: yes

Suit: what is it?

Subject: the boils suit, the boils.

Suit: the boils?

Subject: yes all black, takes heads, thirsty.

Suit: thirsty?

Subject: yes it craves water.

Suit: it?

Subject: yes it.

Suit looks through his file and pulls out a piece of paper. The light showing half of subjects face not revealing his eyes. Subject looks incredibly sick and uncomfortable

Suit shuffles into his suitcase pulling out a piece of paper handing it to subject. Subject takes the paper avoiding to look at it

Subject: suit what is this?

Suit: it is one of the artistic description of what the old man said what you saw.

Subject grabs the piece of paper and shakes the paper violently.

Suit: is everything alright?

Subject tries to reply but all that comes out are coughs and hacks.

Suit confused: you well subject? Do you need drink? I need a yes or no

Subject keeps coughing and tries to say no but all that comes out is a air

Suit rushes off set.

Subject kneeling down coughing violently and trying to scream but only a squeak comes out.

Suit comes back holding a glass of water in a styrofoam cup and hands it to subject.

Subject knocks down the styrofoam cup, spilling the water everywhere and crawls away avoiding the water.

Suit: Subject do you need medical help? If you don’t answer I will get the medics.

Subject coughing: no please, give, me a, minute.

Suit stands there just staring at subject coughing this lasts an incredibly long time for about 30 seconds of suit standing their.

Subject standing up: I’m good, I’m good

Suit reaches out his arm to help subject to stand but subject swats it away. Subject coughs lightly

Suit stands there mesmerized in a combination of fear and confusion

Subject looking at suit: What’s wrong suit?

Suit shakes his head a bit: uhh, nothing, nothing

Subject: you sure?

Suit: yeah I’m sure.

Subject: doesn’t seem like it

Suit gives subject a frustrated look and sits back into the the chair

Suit aggressively: back to the discussion before.

Subject: ok.

Suit: you said this thing was an alive, giant boil that craved water?

Subject: yes… I did

Suit with a pinch of rage: You realise how absurd this sounds, right?

Subject pauses with fear

Suit still with rage: the only reason why you are here is that you were the only person in that town left.

Subject coughs again

Subject: if that is what I say then it happened

Suit: well then if that is what you say happened then it happened.

Suit: your reaction to the picture of the boil interests me. How violent the coughing was when you saw it

Suit: I just ask to look at some of the other artistic drawings of it

Suit reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a couple of pages. He coughs loudly as he hands them to subject

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Wormwood

The doctors here think my sickness is one of a mental one. Something of my imagination they think the sickness that curses me is not real. They did not see the sickness that cursed the town of Tudor, the sickness that cursed me. The sickness is not a virus, bacteria, fungus, or some other plague but it is water.

I lived in this town for what must have been less than a month. When I entered Tudor I felt a strange feeling like I couldn't remember where the town exactly was. The first thing I noticed when entering the town was the park in the middle of the town with water fountains at every turn. It seemed like every house was looking at the park and an easy access to them. I went to the house I was staying in it was a medieval like building with wood and paper like look to it. There was no windows on any part of the house and the only visible way to look in was the open door. When I went close to the house their was a note on the door which said “Your room is the first door on the right, upstairs. Washroom is to the left of the staircase”. When I got to the room it was bland with just a mattress and a generic desk chair combination where a window should be. Their was a note on the desk and it said “you won’t need to pay for rent if you follow the rules. 1: Do not talk to us 2: If we ask for anything it is needed. You can stay as long as you want.”.

The day after I was weirded out by the town drunk during the day everyone in the Tudor would all see him by water fountains clearly parched from the drink. He always wore the same thing a red tattered shirt and jeans that barely fit him. His hair was filled with dirt and you could barely see his face also due to the dirt. One day however he was oddly appearing at water fountains every hour even during his drinking hours. If you went to the bar where he regularly went you would not see him wasting his life on beer but on water. Everyone was happy at the time seeing this man being reformed for the better improving himself. Although I thought it was odd how fast he changed himself but it was for the better seeing him improve for the better. One night however I saw him crying at the fountain near the house I was staying at. I went to him and he yelled at me to back off screaming about his throat and boils. He stood up to me while crying and said to me “look” lifting up his red shirt showing his chest was covered in boils. I thought he had the bubonic plague or something suggesting he go to a doctor. He refused to listen to me and opened his mouth  and his throat was incredibly red and was the sore. He sat down crying again and kept repeating “water” and went to the fountain and plunged his face into the fountain head.

Today was my day off from work I would usually stay home and do less the appropriate things. Today however after the encounter with the town drunk I decided to go to the local clinic. As I was walking to the clinic I saw the local drunk crying at a different fountain swatting away when someone tried to come close. I saw his daughter running to him, she was beautiful with long dirty blond hair and always dressed well, but she was crying about how she wanted him back home and how she was proud of him. He smiled at her but swatted her away telling her something and she shook her head and ran home and cried. I went my way to the clinic. The clinic in question was not like any other I have seen it was basically a large house and it worked for the town. I went in the clinic and went to the receptionist. She had a sunhat on not showing her face or any features and said to me “I know what you saw I also saw it . The doctor does not know what is wrong with him but he feels like it is bigger than just a illness”. These words still haunt me I know I should have left Tudor when I heard them but for some reason I did not. She turned to me exposing a face full of boils and pimples barely recognisable as human.

I ran out of the clinic and quickly rushed to the house stumbling around the streets. I swear I that run felt like it was a marathon even though it only took five minutes to get to the clinic. I rushed upstairs to my room the staircase felt slippery and every step was a splash. I went into my room locked the door. The room was oddly dry and hot and a window that was not their before appeared overlooking the park in front of the house. A note slid under my door and said “Stranger I recommend you get a bucket and fill it up with water”. Even though I was still terrified at the sight I just saw I was convinced to do it after all they never asked me for anything and let me live their for free. So I went outside with a bucket near the entrance and went to the fountain in front of the house.

As I was filling the bucket I saw the woman from the clinic crying and screaming about taking the water. She ran to me swinging her arms like a mad man I blocked the hits with ease. She grabbed on my arms crying about the water and finally collapsing with her hair falling out and her head being completely covered in black boils. I grabbed the bucket and rushed back in the house leaving it by the door. When I got to my room the mattress was replaced with a bed with a note on it. It said “Thank you stranger, the mattress you slept on looked uncomfortable”. I sat down on the bed and it was incredibly comfortable and I instantly lied down and slept.

  When I woke up there was a note on the window of my room. It was hastily written and it said “We have to leave this town, take care of this house please”. Confused I went downstairs looking around the house. I never got to look at the house it had a very modern  and very white kitchen but with no sink. I looked in the fridge and there was buckets of water and many varieties fruits. I closed the fridge and moved on to in the house and went down the hallway next to the kitchen with a door at the end. When I opened the door their was just a blue blanket and a toilet. I went to the blanket to lift it up and I saw a pile of black mucus mixed in with water. The mucus looked like it was moving and noticing me. A bubble appeared looking like it was about to burst but it sank back down with the water and stayed their.

I must have been their for hours mesmerized by the black mucus and its movement. I only stopped staring when I heard a knocking on the front door. Fearing something terrible was at the door I looked around the house trying to grab something to defend myself from the danger I felt. I rummaged through the counters of the barren white kitchen and found a small broom shaft perfectly placed in the middle of where the sink should be. I grabbed it and raised it above my head prepared to strike. I opened the door and saw a man in a red plaid shirt, blue jeans and a bible.

The man had the same boils of the drunk and woman all over his face but he was not in pain or he was hiding it very well. He had black hair cut to be in a bowl, his eyes were almost covered by the black boils I could only see the white of his eyes. He said to me with a huge smile “You have been drinking water well my son?” I nodded not knowing what to do. “Good, good are you going to the ceremony to celebrate the gift.” I replied to him “the, gift?”. He looked at me like he was offended and said in shock “You do not know what the gift is? The gift of the water?” I stood their confused and reached out for the door going to close it. He put his foot on the door showing his feet, they were horribly covered with the black boils. “Please my son, let me explain the gift.” he grabbed his bible and raised it up to the sky and flipped through the bible. He went into a trance opening up his mouth unnaturally large his tongue was gone instead replaced with thousands of blue not black boils. I tried to run but something was stopping me so I just stood there listening to him. In an incredibly loud and deep voice he yelled out “Revelation chapter 8 lines 10-11. the third angel sounded his trumpet, and a great star, blazing like a torch, fell from the sky on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water the name of the star is Wormwood.”. He took a break shedding a tear “A third of the waters turned bitter, and many people died from the waters that had become bitter.”. He took a break and said “Wormwood does not kill but it is a gift before wormwood we thought boils were part of death but no. They are a gift.”. He looked down at his feet then to me “I have to drink my water soon so I must leave. I will leave you with one last thing. Pain is not a punishment by god but a gift”. After that he left walking to the fountain in front of the house and I ran up to my room.

I stayed in my room for what must have been for days but it felt like an hour. I could see the sun setting and rising but I stayed their. I was again in a trance from before or the priest. When I finally woke up I had a feeling of dryness in my throat so terrible I ran to the fridge not even thinking and grabbed a bucket and chugged it. The feeling of dryness felt like it did not stop and I kept drinking and drinking. After drinking buckets of buckets of water I realized their was none left so I ran up to the bathroom. There was no sink, no bathtub, not even a toilet only a mirror and a small blue desk. I looked at the mirror and saw nothing but my mouth I reached out to the mirror and when I touched it, it felt like mucus. I quickly pulled my hand away disgusted I wanted to leave the room after that but something made me open my mouth before it. When I opened it it was filled with the boils like the priest all of them moving and one in the front seems like it is laughing. I ran out of the bathroom and ran to the front door.

When I opened my door I saw a sight which I did not know if it was real or not. The park was not one once more but one giant boil. The sound was thousands of screams of joy and pain. The giant boil showed the faces of the drunk, the woman, the priest, and thousands of others all crying with smiles in it’s mucus. A trace hit me and I started walking to the giant boil even though every bit of me wanted to run. Something was forcing me every step my throat became dryer and dryer. When my body was about to be forced into the boil everything stopped as a car could be heard. The boil retreated into the sink in front of the house and a car appeared. The car was a red sports car and a man with black geld hair, black suit and tie, and dark sunglasses came out. He looked at me worried and whispers “what the hell”. He said to me “what are you doing in this town?” I looked at him and said nothing he shrugged and said “get in my car I will drop you off at the nearest town”. Something finally came out of my mouth “don’t you see it?” he looked at me confused “what the old park?” “no the boils” he looked at me very concerned “boils?”. When he said that something snapped and what the doctors said I started removing all my clothes and said to the man look at the boils and then collapsed. The next day I was in an hospital with a glass of water beside me.

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Not feeling good no posts for a while

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Ey even more

I ask him the man on the throne of clouds

Why the fuck did he let my brother die?

Was it to teach me a lesson?

Was it to test my Faith?

Was it because he didn't care?

He sat their in silence

I screamed at him

Why the fuck didnt you save him? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Was it all part of your plan?

The man on the throne whispered clearly yes

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I love not sleeping

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I want that sucidal aesthetic

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Anonymously message me one thing you’d like to know about me. I will answer anything.

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Can I get a

M C G A N G B A N G

Please help

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The thing that makes me want to kill myself the most is the nike slogan

The world renowned writer Same

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Some thoughts

It is said that we were all born kicking and screaming, myself however I was born choking on my mothers umbilical cord. Ever since then I have been choking on something. The choking is always been caused by people, whether directly or indirectly. Maybe the choking on my mothers umbilical cord was a sign of this.

My earliest memory of me being screwed over by people is one of being a child around five or six. This is when Pokemon was the big thing, and I had all or most of the cards. I sold the pokemon cards for some money, but some people didn’t want to pay. They would either cry or complain to the teachers that I would not ‘share’. Their was this kid however, very fat and the class bully, and wanted the cards for free so he punched me in the face and i still remember his hands on my neck to this day. What I learned on that day people will try to rob you of everything you made and claim it for yourself.

My next memory of people using me is when I was fifteen. I was a regular teen lonely, sad, and horny. I was basically begging to be taken advantaged of, and i was. A man no older than 20 did so, he told me to take pics and videos of stuff i was uncomfortable with. He told me that is what people in relationships do, and me being so young I believed him. One day he asked me to film me showering, the memory is as clear as day. I was shaky I didn't want to do it but i did it anyways. The places I touched are so clear, so unnerving, so wrong. The one place I remember touching the most was my neck, a part of me wished i squeezed it that until i stopped breathing.

The next memory i have is one of a girl, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. It was all a lie though, she was a fake, a liar, she used me for her own amusement. I spent weeks talking to her about my deepest darkest secrets, I thought we had a mutual feeling, but I was wrong. It all just ended in an instant, she told me that she made out with another friend, I did not care but she cared too much, she canceled the date we had then blocked me. After that i drank and drank until i got tired of it all, and i wrapped a belt around my neck and my bed. I should have done it, I should of done it, but I did not.

I also have these weird dreams, the most recurring one is me in the woods finally all alone. The woods is dense, green, except for one part. It's a field with a lonely tree, every time I go up to it. I see a noose made out of intestines. I always put my head in, but I always wake up before I know what is the result is.

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Update

Exams are done so i have time to write again.

Yah that is it

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Wormwood super rough copy

The doctors here think my sickness is one of a mental one. Something of my imagination they think the sickness is not real. They did not see the sickness that cursed Tudor the sickness that cursed me. The sickness is not a virus, bacteria, fungus, or some other plague but it is water.

  I lived in this town for what must have been less than a month. When I entered Tudor I felt a strange feeling like I couldn't remember where the town exactly was. The first thing I noticed when entering the town was the park in the middle of the town with water fountains at every turn. It seemed like every house was looking at the park and an easy access to them. I went to the house I was staying in it was a medieval like building with wood and paper like look to it. There was no windows on any part of the house and the only visible way to look in was the open door. When I went close to the house their was a note on the door which said “Your room is the first door on the right, upstairs. Washroom is to the left of the staircase”. When I got to the room it was bland with just a mattress and a generic desk chair combination where a window should be. Their was a note on the desk and it said “you won’t need to pay for rent if you follow the rules. 1: Do not talk to us 2: If we ask for anything it is needed. You can stay as long as you want.”.

The day after I was weirded out by the town drunk during the day everyone in the Tudor would all see him by water fountains clearly parched from the drink. He always wore the same thing a red tattered shirt and jeans that barely fit him. His hair was filled with dirt and you could barely see his face also due to the dirt. One day however he was oddly appearing at water fountains every hour even during his drinking hours. If you went to the bar where he regularly went you would not see him wasting his life on beer but on water. Everyone was happy at the time seeing this man being reformed for the better improving himself. Although I thought it was odd how fast he changed himself but it was for the better seeing him improve for the better. One night however I saw him crying at the fountain near the house I was staying at. I went to him and he yelled at me to back off screaming about his throat and boils. He stood up to me while crying and said to me “look” lifting up his red shirt showing his chest was covered in boils. I thought he had the bubonic plague or something suggesting he go to a doctor. He refused to listen to me and opened his mouth  and his throat was incredibly red and was the sore. He sat down crying again and kept repeating “water” and went to the fountain and plunged his face into the fountain head.

  Today was my day off from work I would usually stay home and do less the appropriate things. Today however after the encounter with the town drunk I decided to go to the local clinic. As I was walking to the clinic I saw the local drunk crying at a different fountain swatting away when someone tried to come close. I saw his daughter running to him, she was beautiful with long dirty blond hair and always dressed well, but she was crying about how she wanted him back home and how she was proud of him. He smiled at her but swatted her away telling her something and she shook her head and ran home and cried. I went my way to the clinic. The clinic in question was not like any other I have seen it was basically a large house and it worked for the town. I went in the clinic and went to the receptionist. She had a sunhat on not showing her face or any features and said to me “I know what you saw I also saw it . The doctor does not know what is wrong with him but he feels like it is bigger than just a illness”. These words still haunt me I know I should have left Tudor when I heard them but for some reason I did not. She turned to me exposing a face full of boils and pimples barely recognisable as human.

  I ran out of the clinic and quickly rushed to the house stumbling around the streets. I swear I that run felt like it was a marathon even though it only took five minutes to get to the clinic. I rushed upstairs to my room the staircase felt slippery and every step was a splash. I went into my room locked the door. The room was oddly dry and hot and a window that was not their before appeared overlooking the park in front of the house. A note slid under my door and said “Stranger I recommend you get a bucket and fill it up with water”. Even though I was still terrified at the sight I just saw I was convinced to do it after all they never asked me for anything and let me live their for free. So I went outside with a bucket near the entrance and went to the fountain in front of the house.

  As I was filling the bucket I saw the woman from the clinic crying and screaming about taking the water. She ran to me swinging her arms like a mad man I blocked the hits with ease. She grabbed on my arms crying about the water and finally collapsing with her hair falling out and her head being completely covered in black boils. I grabbed the bucket and rushed back in the house leaving it by the door. When I got to my room the mattress was replaced with a bed with a note on it. It said “Thank you stranger, the mattress you slept on looked uncomfortable”. I sat down on the bed and it was incredibly comfortable and I instantly lied down and slept.

   When I woke up there was a note on the window of my room. It was hastily written and it said “We have to leave this town, take care of this house please”. Confused I went downstairs looking around the house. I never got to look at the house it had a very modern  and very white kitchen but with no sink. I looked in the fridge and there was buckets of water and many varieties fruits. I closed the fridge and moved on to in the house and went down the hallway next to the kitchen with a door at the end. When I opened the door their was just a blue blanket and a toilet. I went to the blanket to lift it up and I saw a pile of black mucus mixed in with water. The mucus looked like it was moving and noticing me. A bubble appeared looking like it was about to burst but it sank back down with the water and stayed their.

  I must have been their for hours mesmerized by the black mucus and its movement. I only stopped staring when I heard a knocking on the front door. Fearing something terrible was at the door I looked around the house trying to grab something to defend myself from the danger I felt. I rummaged through the counters of the barren white kitchen and found a small broom shaft perfectly placed in the middle of where the sink should be. I grabbed it and raised it above my head prepared to strike. I opened the door and saw a man in a red plaid shirt, blue jeans and a bible.

The man had the same boils of the drunk and woman all over his face but he was not in pain or he was hiding it very well. He had black hair cut to be in a bowl, his eyes were almost covered by the black boils I could only see the white of his eyes. He said to me with a huge smile “You have been drinking water well my son?” I nodded not knowing what to do. “Good, good are you going to the ceremony to celebrate the gift.” I replied to him “the, gift?”. He looked at me like he was offended and said in shock “You do not know what the gift is? The gift of the water?” I stood their confused and reached out for the door going to close it. He put his foot on the door showing his feet, they were horribly covered with the black boils. “Please my son, let me explain the gift.” he grabbed his bible and raised it up to the sky and flipped through the bible. He went into a trance opening up his mouth unnaturally large his tongue was gone instead replaced with thousands of blue not black boils. I tried to run but something was stopping me so I just stood there listening to him. In an incredibly loud and deep voice he yelled out “Revelation chapter 8 lines 10-11. the third angel sounded his trumpet, and a great star, blazing like a torch, fell from the sky on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water the name of the star is Wormwood.”. He took a break shedding a tear “A third of the waters turned bitter, and many people died from the waters that had become bitter.”. He took a break and said “Wormwood does not kill but it is a gift before wormwood we thought boils were part of death but no. They are a gift.”. He looked down at his feet then to me “I have to drink my water soon so I must leave. I will leave you with one last thing. Pain is not a punishment by god but a gift”. After that he left walking to the fountain in front of the house and I ran up to my room.

I stayed in my room for what must have been for days but it felt like an hour. I could see the sun setting and rising but I stayed their. I was again in a trance from before or the priest. When I finally woke up I had a feeling of dryness in my throat so terrible I ran to the fridge not even thinking and grabbed a bucket and chugged it. The feeling of dryness felt like it did not stop and I kept drinking and drinking. After drinking buckets of buckets of water I realized their was none left so I ran up to the bathroom. There was no sink, no bathtub, not even a toilet only a mirror and a small blue desk. I looked at the mirror and saw nothing but my mouth I reached out to the mirror and when I touched it, it felt like mucus. I quickly pulled my hand away disgusted I wanted to leave the room after that but something made me open my mouth before it. When I opened it it was filled with the boils like the priest all of them moving and one in the front seems like it is laughing. I ran out of the bathroom and ran to the front door.

When I opened my door I saw a sight which I did not know if it was real or not. The park was not one once more but one giant boil. The sound was thousands of screams of joy and pain. The giant boil showed the faces of the drunk, the woman, the priest, and thousands of others all crying with smiles in it’s mucus. A trace hit me and I started walking to the giant boil even though every bit of me wanted to run. Something was forcing me every step my throat became dryer and dryer. When my body was about to be forced into the boil everything stopped as a car could be heard. The boil retreated into the sink in front of the house and a car appeared. The car was a red sports car and a man with black geld hair, black suit and tie, and dark sunglasses came out. He looked at me worried and whispers “what the hell”. He said to me “what are you doing in this town?” I looked at him and said nothing he shrugged and said “get in my car I will drop you off at the nearest town”. Something finally came out of my mouth “don’t you see it?” he looked at me confused “what the old park?” “no the boils” he looked at me very concerned “boils?”. When he said that something snapped and what the doctors said I started removing all my clothes and said to the man look at the boils and then collapsed. The next day I was in an hospital with a glass of water beside me.

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I finally found this god dam page

Berserk (ベルセルク) // Kentaro Miura

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The horror at Mykonos super rough copy

I am Joel Vincent a private investigator in Calgary Alberta it was a quite boring job all the jobs were usually tracking down teens who ran away from home or ex lovers it was a simple job really most kids would run away to their friends or boyfriend/girlfriend homes or the regular drug dens, ex lover's really required a simple google search maybe some interviews with family. Today is a monday the weather was nice but it really is just a regular day by no stretch of the imagination. I honestly hate these days, the type of days where you notice your office. My office in question is incredibly dull the wall is a basic brown wall, and one window with white as snow shutters with only my degree in law from the University of Alberta, the desk I have was one of those generic ikea brown desk with only one drawer which I only used for pen storage, my chair is a black office chair with wheels and I really think it was made by God himself to be the most uncomfortable thing imaginable I always promise myself to get rid of it but I never do. The chairs facing my desk were like the chairs on school desks but actually comfortable and black. My file drawer is an incredibly cheap one with no decorations or anything on it, it is really just storage for my personal items. Bored I look out my window shutters the white with the combination of the sun basically burned my eyes a ton but I see a lady walking to my building she was beautiful with striking blonde hair and a red sundress and hat even though it is the typical attire for the summer she just stood out in the crowd. I get my desk ready and prepare for a new customer and pull out my notebook from my file drawer.

 When the woman came into my office she is clearly trying to hide how rattled and terrified she is but doing a terrible job at it. Before I could say anything to her she took a seat in the seat farthest away from the window. She says in a very quick voice “I really need your help” I reply “well that is what I do, now what do you need help with? Finding your ex? Lost son or daughter?”. She looks at me like I just insulted her mother and she angrily blurted “No! You need to look at Mykonos. Report on it, to help the people their” I reply “report on it? I am not a reporter I don’t do this stuff” she visibly gets frustrated and says “People will die”. My interest must have instantly shown and she clearly saw it, she cheered up a bit and pulled out a map. She had a park circled by a city called Cold Lake she pointed to the middle of the park but Mykonos was not marked out I point out “Mykonos why is it not marked” this out she replies “there's a reason why”.  I asks her “How much do you want me to investigate this town?” she gave me a one hundred dollar bill and left even though I take way more for my job but I really don’t care I am very curious about the town. When I knew she was gone I quickly go to my file drawer to grab my camera, flashlight, and the keys to my car. I grab the notebook off my desk and make my way to my car outside grab my brown coat from the back seat and drive off to Mykonos.

 I drop by the local shell to refill on gas and maybe get a snack. The shell station was clearly never improved since it was first built it was a brick building with generic car wash and snack signs. I fill up on gas and make my way to pay when I enter I see a young man couldn't be older than nineteen he had brown hair and sharp green eyes. I wave by hundred dollars to him and say my pump number. He asks me while opening the register “you look like one of those old detectives from like the fifties, where are you going?” I answer “Mykonos” he pauses for a second and asks “Mykonos?” I reply “Yah”. He turns to me and questions “Why would you go to that hick town” I answer “I was paid too” he says to me “I really recommend you to take the money and run. People say that town is full of cultists who peel off their skins. Everyone who went into that town never came out or were horribly scarred and kept saying ‘I got tomorrow coming’”. He could see the interest on my face and he looked frustrated and said “if you're the next victim don't say I did not warn you about the town” he put down forty dollars on the counter and went back to work. I left the shell station and got to my car and drive off to Mykonos.

 As I keep driving to the place the sky gets darker even though it was only one am but the trees had shadow even though the sun didn’t seem to be out at al. When I get near the place marked on my map the road gets slowly more worse and tight to the point where I had to get out of my car and walk. As I get out of my car the trees above me seem to grow and curve around me like a church building. I grab my camera, notebook, and flashlight and put on my coat and move along the path. The path gets tighter and tighter as a walk though but oddly the trees had no branches or debris blocking my path. When I get out of the path and get a look at the town, it is a complete ghost town like no one has touched it in years the buildings are decrepit and falling with roofs caving into them, windows boarded up but no oddly no doors in front of the town I decide to take a picture of the town but when I look at the picture nothing showed like I put my hand in front of the lense I take another picture same result. When I had a good look at the town town again there was no more than ten houses all in a L like pattern all having the same qualities as I look at the town even more I see a on the end of the town church that I did not see before. The church looks like it has been just been made in the medieval ages it was either incredibly restored or what I think something horribly off. The layout of the town is just really a road with a small circle at the end the church facing away from the road. I make my way to the town, the concrete is weirdly new no scratches or anything.I decided to investigate one of the houses as I enter I see the sky getting even more dark than before but I still can see in front of me. When I enter the doorway I feel safe the kind of safe where you know your door is impenetrable. As I inspect the house it is completely bare but something inside of me says that it is not. As I explore more of the house all the doors in the house are gone rooms and closets are gone. When I inspect the door I see no evidence of a hinge or anything like that. I leave the house seeing that their is nothing else in there and when I exit the house I see a lonely man in the middle of the dirt road.

 I walk to the man his back is turned away from me he is muttering something I begin to walk even more closely I can hear him chanting “I got tomorrow coming”. I get dangerously close to him and I tap on his shoulder he turns around to me. His face has flesh torn out exposing bits of skull and his mouth through his cheeks smiling at the same time. He says to me “You got tomorrow coming” and points me to a church and walks away going in really no direction. I go to the church like that man said, it was gigantic full of black stone but it had no windows. As I move even more forward to the church the darkness fades a bit and the sun reveals the steeple of the church. An oddly large crow dark as tar appears on the top of the steeple just looking at me like I am prey. I take a snap of it and it erratically flies away oddly the picture only showed the crow looking at me and nothing else. I take a deep breath and make my way to the huge church doors

 I open the big wooden doors in front of me at the end of the church there is a sensation of light like entering the gates of heaven when I can finally I see a big cross with jesus covered in black feathers feathers overlooking a bright blue stand with a giant black feather in front of it. I look around the church see many people in brown church pews all looking forward chanting “I got tomorrow coming” I dropped my camera by mistake and they all look back at me. Their flesh of their faces are torn off the ones at the back only have little chunks but as I move forward in the rows the faces become more and torn off eventually at the front row their is muscles of their faces. As I move on to the stand one of the people with their face being heavily ripped off really only being a skull said to me “the prophet comes soon. Stand wait a while” I do what he says. Immediately after that comment a man comes out of the side of the church he is in black robes with a bright blue feather insignia on it in the middle his face covered in darkness with a hood. He stands at the stand and he takes off his hood revealing a bright blue feathered human like face exposing the hawk like green eyes, he raises revealing his hands his nails are talon like and he slams his hands down on the stand puncturing. He starts to speak in a deep voice “Brothers, sisters, and our guest we celebrate the halfway point to the dark moon” he takes a break “you all know the significance of the dark moon but our guest here does not”. He takes a long break remembering something “The dark moon ten years ago shed a tear to the Bird God it gave him the power to control the darkness but the moon wanted the tear back but he refused. The moon decided to plunge Mykonos for three days, The bird god he decided to fight for us, fight the moon, and bring back the light!”. He pauses for a second “He grabbed a crow and made it gigantic and flew it to the moon!”. A tear drops from the corner his eye “He gave us the light back but as a cost of his life when he came back on the earth his face was torn off but with a big black feather from his great crow covering him. He told us that a man would come seven days before a dark moon. A man with great will would join us to recover him. He also said to not harm his flock”. He looks to the ground ashamed and he yelled out “We did not listen to his word although! Instead we killed his great creatures sacrificing them in the hope he would come back and not waiting. He punished us rightfully so plunging our town into this darkness”. He starts looking at me “but our guest he must be the one. The one who can help us stop the darkness and we can finally stop waiting for tomorrow, a tomorrow full of life”. All the people surrounding stands up and turns around not taking any chances I run and I hear the man yell “Get him, so we can stop waiting for tomorrow and start living today!” and I see all of them orderly walk out of the church.

 It was extremely dark and I can barely see anything in front of me so I ran straight ahead. I end up in front of one of the houses barely making out the caved in roof knowing that it would make no real hiding place so I move to the left trying to find a suitable house to hide out in. The house I found was decrepit but the roof was not caved in as I enter I hear a couple voices saying “Get him before he gets into that house!”. I run into the house and I see two lightly scarred males in behind me no hair or anything looking identical of each other. One of them says “Where did he go?” the other one replies “In their” the other one replies “But I can’t see him at all” the other one moves his head guiding him somewhere. I quickly run into the room and enter the closet. When I enter the closet I had a sudden feeling of hope and safety but as quickly as that feeling came I see the priest and three of the heavily scarred followers one male two female. The priest angrily says “Where did he go! Did you lose him!” the man replies “No your holiness two said he entered here” he looks at him and laughs a bit and said “He is here somewhere. After all birds who fly away from the flock always come back” and then he laughs and leaves.

 After what must have been hours of me to afraid to leave the apparent safety I see a talon holding the door frame to the room. As I see it I cover my mouth stopping my scream of terror as the figure comes out. I see its beak first it is like one of a woodpecker but instead of being just a regular beak it was filled with human teeth and it looks like it is smiling. The eyes were next they were pure white they produced a light that was like one of a lighthouse and they were were clearly looking around for me. Then it fully revealed its body and it feathers were like a rainbow having blue, red, yellow, green, and purple in a beautiful display of life but it was not a display of life at a same time. It was about seven feet tall the talons had to be at least ten inches it examined the rooms then it focused its attention to the closet it went dangerously close to me it opened it’s mouth and started laughing like a maniac and it said in a squawking voice “you should leave and you dropped your camera” he started laughing so hard it turned into the sounds of the depths of hell. He reached out in his coat of feathers and pulled out my camera still laughing. It stopped laughing and focused his dead bright white eyes on me and said to me “You got your tomorrow coming” and left. I left the closet  the thing just staring at me as I left the house with those dead eyes seeming to be watching me. I ran outside but their was no one their. I get to my car driving off when I looked back I saw those dead white eyes watching me again

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