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    • I wake up, confused, but active, aware, coil my legs up and thrust them into her abdomen, knocking her off the bed, and tumbling to the floor!
      Amelia is left lying on the ground, dazed.
       Still not awake and full to reason I grab a hand-full of her hair and pull her up off the ground ramming her head into the wall.
      "Stop!" She yells.
      Bash!
      "Please! Stop!"
      Bash! A wound begins forming, her flesh is separating from the forehead, tearing, blood is spurting out over the wall, gobs blotting it, the only light to shine over it is that of the awakening sun.
      "I don't know why I'm here! Please!"
      Bash! Her eyes flutter and I keep smashing her head in, lips busting and swelling until! I hear the warm crackle of cartridge and blood dripping down her cold face.
      She whimpers unconscious.
      Only then, do I realize, what I have done. This was not an intruder, this was an innocent.

    • DJFingas wrote:

      I wake up, confused, but active, aware, coil my legs up and thrust them into her abdomen, knocking her off the bed, and tumbling to the floor!
      Amelia is left lying on the ground, dazed.
       Still not awake and full to reason I grab a hand-full of her hair and pull her up off the ground ramming her head into the wall.
      "Stop!" She yells.
      Bash!
      "Please! Stop!"
      Bash! A wound begins forming, her flesh is separating from the forehead, tearing, blood is spurting out over the wall, gobs blotting it, the only light to shine over it is that of the awakening sun.
      "I don't know why I'm here! Please!"
      Bash! Her eyes flutter and I keep smashing her head in, lips busting and swelling until! I hear the warm crackle of cartridge and blood dripping down her cold face.
      She whimpers unconscious.
      Only then, do I realize, what I have done. This was not an intruder, this was an innocent.
      My heart begins to sink, my mind begins to process this situation in the most logical manner possible. But I've never been in this situation before, how am I supposed to think logically?
      I start to heave, chest getting heavier by the second.
      I begin to panic, heart racing to the worst possible scenario after this.
      I fall to my knee's, a large clunk on the wooden floor on speed's up my tears as it reminds me how bruttaly I acted without thinking.

      I didn't have much to right atm
      I am
      God of Creepypasta
      Insanity
      Blood
      Darkness
      and
      Silent Murder..

    • Z3non wrote:

      DJFingas wrote:

      CHAPTER 1
      Instinct

      DJFingas:
      I wake up, confused, but active, aware, coil my legs up and thrust them into her abdomen, knocking her off the bed, and tumbling to the floor!
      Amelia is left lying on the ground, dazed.
       Still not awake and full to reason I grab a hand-full of her hair and pull her up off the ground ramming her head into the wall.
      "Stop!" She yells.
      Bash!
      "Please! Stop!"
      Bash! A wound begins forming, her flesh is separating from the forehead, tearing, blood is spurting out over the wall, gobs blotting it, the only light to shine over it is that of the awakening sun.
      "I don't know why I'm here! Please!"
      Bash! Her eyes flutter and I keep smashing her head in, lips busting and swelling until! I hear the warm crackle of cartridge and blood dripping down her cold face.
      She whimpers unconscious.
      Only then, do I realize, what I have done. This was not an intruder, this was an innocent.

      Z3non:
      My heart begins to sink, my mind begins to process this situation in the most logical manner possible. But I've never been in this situation before, how am I supposed to think logically? I start to heave, chest getting heavier by the second. I begin to panic, heart racing to the worst possible scenario after this. I fall to my knee's, a large clunk on the wooden floor on speed's up my tears as it reminds me how brutally I acted without thinking.


      DJFingas:
      Thin strokes of almost neon-like lights flashing and blaring amongst my window, making a report of my dazed motive, I can see them already, putting me to fault, pigs of law. I can't call the police, I need to hide this, hide the body, hide the blood.
      I begin looking at my hands, dirty with murder yet clean of blood, but now they must dirty to hide.
      Her head lay there, limp, lifeless against the wall, all lackluster, all blue, all bloody - all true. I fear that she'll gasp when I reveal her face, that her soul has yet to whisk away from this realm, wasting time is for fools I reached out my hand and gave a good finger-press into her temple, it felt soft, plump like a tomato, rotten, all just my imagination, she wasn't dead that long, was she? I wonder if I've been crouching here longer than I know, a history of epilepsy has done me a few raw rounds in the past but I haven't had an episode in years. No! Wait, I remember now, the psychiatric ward warned me, if I go under severe, what was it? Mental stress? Yeah... If I go under severe mental stress I can come up with the symptoms again, god that means! No!
      I turn around, the clock! The clock! Over my nightstand, digital, it read 6:27pm       my parents will be here sooner than they goddamn ought to, was only morning a minute ago. Then I hear it, the creaking of the door, the soothing voice of my father, but it isn't, no voice, I feel it, peaking the hairs on the back of my neck, someone else is in my house, the real intruder, a intruder...

      CHAPTER 2
      Distinctive Equality

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    • DJFingas wrote:

      Z3non wrote:

      DJFingas wrote:

      CHAPTER 1
      Instinct

      DJFingas:
      I wake up, confused, but active, aware, coil my legs up and thrust them into her abdomen, knocking her off the bed, and tumbling to the floor!
      Amelia is left lying on the ground, dazed.
       Still not awake and full to reason I grab a hand-full of her hair and pull her up off the ground ramming her head into the wall.
      "Stop!" She yells.
      Bash!
      "Please! Stop!"
      Bash! A wound begins forming, her flesh is separating from the forehead, tearing, blood is spurting out over the wall, gobs blotting it, the only light to shine over it is that of the awakening sun.
      "I don't know why I'm here! Please!"
      Bash! Her eyes flutter and I keep smashing her head in, lips busting and swelling until! I hear the warm crackle of cartridge and blood dripping down her cold face.
      She whimpers unconscious.
      Only then, do I realize, what I have done. This was not an intruder, this was an innocent.

      Z3non:
      My heart begins to sink, my mind begins to process this situation in the most logical manner possible. But I've never been in this situation before, how am I supposed to think logically? I start to heave, chest getting heavier by the second. I begin to panic, heart racing to the worst possible scenario after this. I fall to my knee's, a large clunk on the wooden floor on speed's up my tears as it reminds me how brutally I acted without thinking.


      DJFingas:
      Thin strokes of almost neon-like lights flashing and blaring amongst my window, making a report of my dazed motive, I can see them already, putting me to fault, pigs of law. I can't call the police, I need to hide this, hide the body, hide the blood.
      I begin looking at my hands, dirty with murder yet clean of blood, but now they must dirty to hide.
      Her head lay there, limp, lifeless against the wall, all lackluster, all blue, all bloody - all true. I fear that she'll gasp when I reveal her face, that her soul has yet to whisk away from this realm, wasting time is for fools I reached out my hand and gave a good finger-press into her temple, it felt soft, plump like a tomato, rotten, all just my imagination, she wasn't dead that long, was she? I wonder if I've been crouching here longer than I know, a history of epilepsy has done me a few raw rounds in the past but I haven't had an episode in years. No! Wait, I remember now, the psychiatric ward warned me, if I go under severe, what was it? Mental stress? Yeah... If I go under severe mental stress I can come up with the symptoms again, god that means! No!
      I turn around, the clock! The clock! Over my nightstand, digital, it read 6:27pm       my parents will be here sooner than they goddamn ought to, was only morning a minute ago. Then I hear it, the creaking of the door, the soothing voice of my father, but it isn't, no voice, I feel it, peaking the hairs on the back of my neck, someone else is in my house, the real intruder, a intruder...

      CHAPTER 2
      Distinctive Equality

      The door stops making noise, alerting me that he has fully entered the house. He was must have been moving pretty slowly to the not creak an old floor, but at the moment, I had so many questions that invaded my train of thought that I couldn't focus on any thing.
      Why is he here?
      What does he want with me?
      What's he going to get out of it?
      Do I know him?
      Does he live near here?
      Does he know I killed someone in here?
      *Crash*
      I turn my head towards my door, seemingly staring at it for what seems like eternity, before the hallway lights turn on and momentarily blind me. During the few seconds of disorientation, he had walked in, the intruder The real Intruder...
      What I saw Terrified me straight through to the core and bones.
      There he stood, wearing a bloody white jacket and Black skinny jeans, His one eye extremely wide and looked nearly pupil-less, his smile was unnerving, incredibly so, with nothing but a simple grin enhanced with blood to make it more pronounced, his black hair didn't make his appearance anymore easing, just more nightmarish.
      At this point I did the only thing I could do ... I ran at him, not knowing how this would end.


      (Intruder based off my avatar)
      I am
      God of Creepypasta
      Insanity
      Blood
      Darkness
      and
      Silent Murder..

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