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kane-m-killer · 3 years

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Here’s a small horror story draft

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Has anyone seen Pete? He’s 25,6’1,black curly greasy hair,pimple face? Used to frequent this subreddit often? I wanted to ask you all if you have seen them cause I’m an old friend of his and I wanted to say if any of you saw him or have seen him.

Run away, Run far away.

No I’m not joking either,Or trying to paint him in a bad light. This guy is serious bad news, and if you won’t take my word for it. First off, good on you for not trusting a random Redditor. Allow me then to start from the beginning as to why the next time I see this man it will be in a morgue when we are both dead.

I met him at a A&A meeting. I was in bad shape when I met him, addicted to drinking at 21 and down on my luck. He was a new member we had to say hi to and he sat next to me once he introduced himself.

I can’t remember the details of the conversation but I know we talked about something boring like the weather maybe.

He was there for a few more sessions until he stopped coming.

I didn’t think much of it until one autumn night when I left the building after the meeting,7 weeks sober then mind you, he was there leaning against the building. It was like he was trying to seem cool but in actuality just looked dumb and a try hard.

But nevertheless I still went up and talked to him, I can’t tell you why but I guess it doesn’t matter now. We talked more and his slow monotonous voice gave an air of disturbed charm to me. I thought he was like one of those guys that are bland on the outside but fascinating on the inside. And strangely because of that we became friends.

Friends for 3 years for that matter. And through all that time he was a good friend, he offered his advice and gave me a shoulder to cry on when needed. It’s just that something about his behavior sometimes really should’ve told me he was trouble.

For example when me and him were at a bar being the sober friends at a party and he was flirting with a girl next to us, me being too tired to be a wingman I stayed quiet but listened to his conversation.

“So what are you doing tonight honey?” He started off with

“Nothing to do with you that’s for sure” she retorted and I held back a laugh.

“…You should shut the fuck up then before I take those hot lips of yours and cut them off.” He said with a voice that I haven’t heard him use ever. It was fucking creepy

“Excuse me?!” The lady said immediately getting up to leave

“I’ll be able to kiss your sexy lips all the time if I cut them off, you sure aren’t using them much if you're using them to talk shit.” He continued grabbing her arm. I was utterly shocked and disgusted with him and got up and punched him clean in the face. He reeled back and gave me the dirtiest look and yelled at me, we argued, screaming at each other for a good minute before we were kicked out the bar for disturbing the peace, he left in his car and I was there with no ride.

I was about to call an Uber when someone tapped my shoulder. It was the girl who Pete harassed, she wanted to thank you for defending her and asked if I needed a ride. We talked on the way to my house and I’ll cut off at this bit to just say Her name is Desiree and she’s now been my best friend for three years.

The reason I’m telling you this is because me and Desiree became close enough to move in together, and throughout that whole move from my mothers house (yes I know, cringe) I haven’t told Pete about her and me, in fact I don’t think I had a full conversation with him since the bar fight. And honestly I was fine with that.

I just wish it stayed that way.

It’s been a couple weeks since I fully moved in with Desiree and I was home alone while she worked the night shift. I was messing around on my phone when I felt eyes on me. Not the kind of eyes you feel from a worried mother or annoying friend but just eyes, cold unmoving eyes.

I got up from the couch and looked at the windows. Desiree had one of those studio apartments with the balcony window the size of the wall. I tried to stare into the blackness that was night outside but of course I saw nothing of anything or anyone. But the eyes still wouldn’t leave me. I looked everywhere in the house but no dice.

The eyes felt like it was amused at me failing to try and find its source. I decided it was just my mind messing with me and I just went to bed.

I fell asleep pretty easily after I calmed down and the eyes almost went away,until I woke up.

Now there’s this thing about humans that can detect if it’s life is in danger. I think my body activated because of that. Cause when I woke up I felt a weight at the side of the bed.

Someone was in the bed with me.

I didn’t dare move, I didn’t dare speak. Anything that could have indicated I was alive save for my breathing ceased. I tried to access the situation but a hard metal object touched my back, it felt like every nerve in my body prepared me for this moment but when the moment came I just froze. It’s such a pathetic thing to do but I couldn’t do anything other than freeze.

I felt the person scooch up to me pressing the knife closer at my back, to the point where I was drawing blood and the person’s chest was touching my back. I could feel their hot breath on my neck that night.

We stayed that way for what felt like hours. I think they were waiting for me to move or show that I was awake or something cause I stayed froze in that position, at that time I couldn’t even feel my body with how hard I was trying to keep it together.

The worst part about it was that they never spoke a word, but their eyes were unmistakable. They were the same eyes watching me from afar earlier now staring at the back of my neck waiting for me to mess up.

The front door soon opened with what I assume was Desiree coming home from work, the person in my bed slowly moved away and came off the bed. Their weight being so heavy I almost flew up when they got up.

While they opened the door out of my room I slowly reached for my phone on the desk. I heard him walking downstairs and typed in a number quickly.

Pretty soon I heard it. Desiree’s phone rings. She picks it up and her sleepy but joyful voice almost makes me cry of relief.

“Hey dude, what’s up? Did you go to sleep early?” She said, I can hear her smile as she puts down her things and opens the fridge. I can’t hear the person who was in her house.

“I’m fine, just wanted to say hi, and yeah…could you do me a favor and go outside real quick?” I said trying my best to not sound like I’m shaking as my body finally responds to moving as I snuck out of bed.

“Um,what? Listen man I’m too tired for any games rn.” She said sounding a little annoyed. I don’t blame her.

“Just, go outside like right now.” I hear a creak of wood on her end of the line “please.”

I raised a glass cup high above my head, the plan came to me during the call as I was straining to listen for the intruder. I smashed the glass against the wall and I heard it double on the phone.

“Now!” I screamed into the phone before hanging up and jumping out the window of my room, her apartment was thankfully on the second floor to the way down wasn’t deadly. But concrete on bare skin hurted like a bitch.

I heard a scream from the window and my heart dropped, but the next thing I saw made my whole body stop again. The intruder was looking at me recon the window I dropped from.

And it was Pete.

Me and Pete stared at each other for what felt like eternity, his dark eyes and pimple faced morphed by the dark room into something hideous to look at. I heard the building door open and out came Desiree with blood coming from her arm.

We both ran away with him close behind. It hurt to move after being still for so long but I had to keep running. We managed to lose him in traffic and alleys and after thirty minutes found a police station. We came in scared and with bloody bare feet, we told them everything and we stayed there for the rest of the night.

Some police went back to the apartment and by a stroke of luck found him waiting for us in Desiree’s room doing stuff that I won’t repeat here. He was arrested for attempted murder and breaking and entering. I later found out he was outside watching me through the window via a ladder. So that would explain the eyes.

But something happened in court and he was let go due to good lawyers from his family. He’s out free and I haven’t seen him since

So that’s why I ask, have you seen Pete? I don’t know if he’s moved to another country or is still around here. He could be anywhere and I wouldn’t have the foggiest idea where to look.

Remember what he looks like. 25,6’1,black hair and pimple face. Don’t trust anything he says to you and just run.

And watch the people you meet in a AA meeting

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kane-m-killer · 3 years

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Small writing based on c!Tommyinnit and shroud

The world sucks now, zombies are everywhere and if you get bit by one it’s a head full of lead for you. My name is Tommy and I’m alone in this world. Well alone as in I’m the only full human left, everyone else is either dead or dying or some weird hybrid shit due to the radiation.

If your wondering when I’m gonna explain some exposition or something fuck off im not. Your not even supposed to be reading this, so kindly fuck OFF

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Now then, where to start? I already said my name and the shitty situation I’m in now so what do I write. I could write about how I met this weird looking creature today, some half spider kid, he couldn’t speak in anything less than hisses so I named him shroud cause his hair resembled that. I took him in cause he wasn’t like the other hybrids that were either a dick or a wackjob. They scuttled around with no real rhythm or reason. Get back to writing this soon

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Hey. Been a few days since shroud came into my house, I been trying to teach him basic words and right now they can speak just about every curse in the human language, HAH! He just called my food I gave him shit. I’m so proud. I still don’t know where he came from or if he even has parents, but he seems to trust me so it shouldn’t be too bad.

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..I miss my dad and my siblings..they died or disappeared I still don’t know..Hopefully I get to see them again. Whatever and wherever they are now

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Shroud said fuck like “FICK” and shit like “SHOT” today and I nearly laughed up a lung, it’s been a while since I laughed that hard. He’s cuddling into my coat as I write this, I’m afraid to move too much and wake him. I’m starting to love this little guy. We moved into a old place filled with old memories of mine. Lamanberg.

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Been five weeks since we moved back into lamanberg, so much stuff brings back memories I both enjoy and some I wish just fucking died. Shroud seems to be doing okay, he’s made a cocoon sleeping bag which is cute given that it’s quite literally his shit. He’s starting to say full sentences now. He’s asked me multiple times “are we there yet?” During the trip to lamanberg and I almost strangled him, jk I wouldn’t do that.

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Heard something late this night that didn’t fucking sound right. I’m worried for shroud.

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Update on noise, was a raccoon. Was gonna kill it but shroud stopped me insisting we keep the damn thing. I objected fucking obviously but shroud’s adorable face convinced me otherwise. One wrong move and the bitch is out!

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…I fucking love this raccoon

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kane-m-killer · 3 years

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Hello! I’m not new to tumblr but this is my new account!

It’s lovely to meet you all, allow me to share some of my writing to introduce myself.

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[curtains rise, presenting KALI, they are dressed in a hoodie and jeans]

KALI

Let's get to the point, and I think you heard this point a thousand times but hear me out.

2020 will forever be the most mentally taxing year of my life, but I'm saying something given years like 2016 or 17 being legit the years that sucked the most. I’m a 16-year-old going on 17 and I don’t know what to say, my legacy isn’t much to talk about yet. I’m still forming a legacy, the legacy made to make me who I am when I’m dead and in the dirt and people read about, the legacy of birth and of death of a single human soul who did a pretty cool thing in their otherwise meaningless existence, I evolve mentally as I age physically. We all do, the evolution of man was gifted by the gods and we should take advantage of it, like think about it there had to be multiple beings to handle the entire menusha of a single soul. I wish I could make this more meaningful, make it meaningful to the point where people cry or shout or even stand up while clapping. But I’m just a kid who got this from a teacher who believes in us, so I decided to be raw with it.

[lights dim as KALI continues]

KALI

When it all started, and you know what it is. I thought it would be short, but it wasn’t and I was stuck with nobody but myself. But that should’ve been easy right? I have been forced to be alone for 15 years! It was easy! Turns out they were right when they say that humans need people, even most homebody people need someone to live life with. We’re social beings and can’t be with ourselves for long. Many people died last year, a lot not just by it. But by depression and isolation. But this should be about me, right? What I choose to look forward to in my life for 2021 like it didn’t start just as shit as the last year, it’s only slowly getting better but at the same time not it’s hard for me to look forward when he just seems like I’m going back.

Going back and back and back to various laws we didn’t discuss to various hate crimes we chose not to see and the very air we chose not to breathe.

We are in an apocalyptic era where the hope is in the syringe and people putting down a closed fist.

(Raised voice)

[music starts to play and KALI reacts, the music taking them away as they calm down, they sit down on the stage and meditate, music matching with it. They soon open their eyes and speak again]

KALI

So yeah. I think about all the ways I can have evolved into a new me this year

Maybe it’s my meditation and journaling, maybe it’s diets not based on any real science.

Maybe it’s just that it’s the same thing over and over again. What if I’m wrong? What if I’m right?

Who’s to say anymore

(Continued)

All I know is that I’m somehow a better person, went on a whole rant and a half about how

This world is nothing but a mistake But I’m better for that, so much better

I feel like my seeds of creativity and change are

Blossoming and I just needed something to keep me going before it now I am gone it's gone I'm gone all of this is gone, And I'm free to do whatever, In the sense where I can confidently say

with no more pain

That we as a species are so fucked it’s not even real, not even worth it half the time

To the point where no one is right and the stories that will be told will be altered

Forever rewritten and changed and damaged and forgotten

All of us desperately trying to be remarkable Or not you could be perfectly fine

But in my world, I am already great as I can be. Don’t you see?

Years don’t matter, everything and nothing matters in the sky of the world

I am already splashing color in my sky with my words and my sight and my sound

Who cares if it’s messy Who cares if it’s wrong Who cares if it’s too wordy For I am Kali. And I wrote this For no one And I will bring change in myself not for 2021 but for myself and my own needs and my wants! Cause I am here and I am young and my words shall trickle in your ears if you want to listen or not

This hypocritical hodgepodge of a monologue is just me

Me, Kali Johnson ragin and I can’t help it!

So go on judging, ridicule me, praise me it doesn’t matter for my art is amazing to me and nobody else.

[a pause before KALI speaks, unsure]

KALI

Right?

(If you recognize my writing style, no you don’t <3)

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