《Diary of an Insomniac》 Night 1 It''s 3:38 am and as most days I''ve been watching videos on YouTube. I saw a video about a relatively simple minded man and his diary. I should add that his friends, called him simple minded and a moron thus his unique way of looking at life interested them. I figured I can just write down the interesting parts of my day or at least what I can remember. So I guess I''ll start with my morning. I woke up around 10ish and got ready to drive to university. I have a hard time with eating solid food when I wake up so I drink one of my store bought smoothies. I get in my 2006 year car and start my drive. I notice my gas is pretty low and since I have some spare time I stop for some gas. While filling up a car pulls up behind me. It''s a much new car and the guy steps out wearing better clothes. His hair seems freshly cut. I look at my clothes and cars then I notice I''ve needed to cut my hair for several weeks. Not bothering to continue to be jealous of a random guy I get in my car and drive off. I avoid dying on the way which is something I think a lot about. It''s so easy to have a lapse and crash killing yourself and possibly another unluckily bastard yet most people are ok with driving but going on planes or extreme sports frighten them. I go through my day as usual and then I have my break between classes. My friends are busy doing a project for a class so they can''t eat with me. It''s crazy how much we humans put into our routine. A major difference and we no longer know what to do. I ate alone and pondered on what was in my food. Meat, cheese, pasta, is there a need for other food? After eating I decide to take a risk and go talk to some people I somewhat knew. They don''t know my name but let me sit there like I''m part of the group. They play billiards and invite me to join in. I have a nice time until I have to go to class so I say bye and walk off. There''s a test and I finish early and get out an hour ahead of usual. The sun is still out. Not in sight but not twilight either. The buildings block the setting sun. I walk to the cross walk and wait for the speeding cars to stop so that I can cross. There''s a man walking past me and the sidewalk is thin so we brush past each other.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. I''m on a rocky beach. There''s a woman in front of me. She''s much shorter than me, blond, has an angry look on her face and is moving her mouth. I can''t hear her nor can I hear the waves. I look around and the rocky beach turns out to be a cliff overlooking the sea. The waves smash against the weathered stone. The waves are huge compared to any I''ve seen. I look back towards the woman. She''s turned around and I feel rage. I grab that expensive blouse I bought her and I pull. She goes over the cliff and into the wave as it hits the rocks. I stare towards the foamy sea before turning around and walking away feeling liberated. The man says sorry and I say it''s cool. I walk to my car and drive home. Not a super eventful day but as I lay here waiting for my mind to tire I figure I can write. Maybe if I let some steam off my chest I''ll be able to sleep. Night 2 It''s 2:25 am and I''ve decided to write today''s entry. The air conditioning is on but I like it cold so the ceiling fan is on as well. My mattress lies on the ground. The ground is covered in a white carpet. Well now I''m just listing my current environment so I guess I''ll include two thin pillows stacked below my head giving it support. Neither pillow is covered by a pillow case. I''m covered in a moderately thick sheet. I usually sleep in only my underwear. Sometimes I''ll wear shorts if I may be awoken by another person but that''s rare. I used to sleep naked but I learned my lesson from that hence the previous statement. I guess I''ll start from my morning again. I woke up at 10ish again. After some time in the restroom I went downstairs. There was no one around so I was alone. I drank my smoothie and got into my car. The inside was very hot so I had the air at full blast. On the way to my university I saw a white Corvette. It moved slowly as there was heavy traffic. I crashed. It was dark and the rain had left the ground wet. My wheels had lost traction. I kicked out the window and crawled out. My head was spinning and my ear rang out a high pitched noise. The feeling reminded me of my childhood days. I moved around the car inspecting the damage. It was bad. The left side was caved in, several of my wheels were blown out and the whole thing was flipped on its head. I started to hear a cry once the high pitch in my ears began to fade away. I saw on the other side of the road was another vehicle. Did I cause it to skid off the road? My head pounded too forcefully to remember. I walked over to see if they were alright. I saw a head coming out of the windshield. It was on the passenger side. The driver side window was too dark to see through. My hand found the handle to the door at the back. I opened it and out stepped a small boy. He looked up at me and I noticed his left eye had a ruptured blood vessel. The white of his eye was dyed red. I reached out for him but he backed away and ran for the road. I saw head lights traveling far too fast to be able to stop before they would hit the boy. I tried to run but I fell after an intense pain shot from my left ankle. I could only watch as the boy ran to the lane and sat down. He looked at me and smiled.Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation. I made it to the university. I played pool against the best in the school and lost 0-7 in eight ball. I didn''t play badly so I could accept my lost on the chin. I drove back to the house. It was empty as when I had left it. I did my homework and watched a prerecorded movie. I ate chicken I bought at a fast food place and I went to bed. Now I''m here writing this alone in this hollow house. I do hope my left ankle feels better tomorrow. Night 3 It''s 3:23 am and I had a slow day once again. I was awoken earlier than usual to go work on a house that is being built. The family will be moving in a month so we had to make sure to finish the preparations. Today we placed the hood above the stove. It was decently heavy not due to its weight for it weighed around 60 pounds or 27ish kilograms. It was heavy because we had to hold it up for quite a long time while the others screwed it in. After that I didn''t have anything to do so I waited in the car. The temperature was lower than previous days but the sun made the inside unbearable. So I opened the door and waited with the cool breeze fighting the warmth. I watched as the heat waves bent the light and cast faint moving shadows on the door. There was a large tree in front of the house. I don''t know what kind or how old it was but I''ll ask one of the others about it later. I have stood tall for many years. I was here before any of you new people. You don''t understand me nor do you understand my kind. We were here before you came and killed the animals. We were here before you cleared our land for your use. You claim our land as yours. When you pass me you look at me with disgust and fear. Let me tell you this never have there been a more destructive force than you. You take until we have no more.We see your actions and we know that you will someday doom yourselves. For now you may pass by me with your looks and glances. You will all end up like the one hung on me.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. I waited until they finished and went home. I didn''t do much but I did enough to eat so was happy. Now I lay here without an empty stomach. My mind does not cease activity so I''m here in this dark room writing about my boring life and meaningless observations. I sit up and look out the window and hear cars. They speed through the night and behind them I hear police sirens. Dogs talking to one another through howls and barks. I wonder do they say ''I''m here'' all night or do they have more complex conversations than we might think? My back leans against the painted Sheetrock. It''s cool against my heat. I hear the a/c system turning on and the air beginning to circulate around the room. I have the fan turned off tonight as the temperature outside is lower than before. I read back some of my words and I see that I''m nearly spouting pointless words that have little meaning to whoever may read them. I wonder if anyone will bother with them or will they sit as unread data spread across multiple servers. Bytes of data among an ever increasing more worthy selection of information. They will be lost in the turbulent winds that are our Information Age. Lost until we no longer exist then it will be among all our forgotten books and tools. After which they will breakdown and disappear as we went gently into that good night. Night 4 It''s 3:44 am and I''ve had a stressful day. I woke up earlier than normal because I had to rush to the restroom. My stomach wasn''t feeling well and it still isn''t. I went back to the job site to do a few hours of painting or to smear some kind of protective oil on the wood beams outside. I went out to eat with some of the other workers afterward. We stopped by a Mexican place and I ordered combo n¨²mero tres. I got fajita and shrimp with rice. I had a nice time until my stomach started acting up again. I somehow managed to arrive to my house without leaving a mess in the car. My head started hurting mostly around my neck. I''ve been rolling around in bed trying to find a position that places the least amount of stress on my neck. I may be sick but aside from my painful neck there''s nothing else wrong with me. What if I''m wrong and should I somehow close my eyes to dream I may never leave it? I''m not completely sure I need a question mark there. Is it a question if I''m sure that will be my outcome? I''ve committed no wrong. Yet these monstrous people have taken me from my home. My wife cried for my release and my children were frightened despite not knowing what was happening. Jean don''t cry. You''re my little man so you''ll have to protect your mom. The angry people dragged me to the center. I now see my maker and he''s giant. His weapon is sharp and has always struck true. My neck is restrained so that it may not move. They have brought and placed a basket below me. I hope they do not seek to deliver my head and headless corpse to my family. I don''t want them to see me like this. Ok yes I did those things to them but they weren''t that bad. You could say they deserved it. Yes, my actions had no fault. My stomach twists as I hear it coming. Oh how I wish I could hear their screams once aga-This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. I place my knees at my chest and tightly grab them. It hurts so much. I have to take constant breaks while writing this but I feel the muscles and tendons in my neck loosening. They stop crushing the nerves that send me a constant wave of pain. My abdomen has stopped spasming and whatever be inside of it no longer wants to shoot out either end. I''ve uncurled my body and just lied on my back facing the spinning fan on the ceiling for a few minutes. I feel good enough to write without distractions again. I look at my clock and see that its 3:45 am. That''s quite late so I should go to sleep since I have to do a large amount of work for my classes tomorrow. My neck pain has disappeared but now I feel that my neck is too loose as if it is not connected to my body. I think this pain is justified. I close my eyes but then I hear them. I think I won''t be able to sleep tonight. Their screams prevent me from doing so. Night 5 Pain. Drip. It''s warm. Very warm. Very dark. Where am I? How did I get here? "Hello?" I ask to see if there is anyone else here. The word is echoed back towards me. I must be in a rather large enclosed space. I listen for any other noises. I hear a rhythmic drum "Ba¡­ ba¡­" and it seems to be getting louder. "Ba¡­ ba¡­" my body starts to clench up in fear and I close my eyes. Whatever is making that noise is coming closer. I hold my breath to hopefully hide myself from the possible thing making that noise. The beat slows down and starts to fade away. My lungs start to burn. My throat begins to fight back. Tears start to fall. I hear a whimper. I gasp for air once I can no longer hold my breath in. The fear of the drum gone and replaced with the sweet sensation of simply breathing. I prefer to face the drums; the fear and pain of death by suffocation outweighs the fear of the drums. I wait for the drum to return now that I have given my location away. "Ba¡­ ba¡­" the beat returns faster and louder than ever. I can only wait to see what it plans to do with me. Nothing. It simply slows down, and returns to its previous volume. Or did it get weaker? Drip. Drip. I begin to move my arms in order to get some sense of my surroundings. The hard and jagged sensation across my back lets me know I am sitting against an uneven wall. I feel my clothes; a cotton shirt with shorts. They are covered in dust, gravel and they''re soaking wet. I try to move my legs. They don¡¯t respond the way I expect. They seem lethargic as if they themselves wish to stay where they are. I lay my head back listening to the drums still beating but fading slowly as well. I try to remember any details as to why I''m here. I remember. I know who I am now, that I''m sure of. I know what I am. But maybe I''m wrong¡­ hopefully. I remember a song that would always cheer me up. Normally a cheerful sound, now I could only imagine the tone as melancholic¡­ why? I blow air to whistle the tone, but only air escapes. One of my front teeth goes flying out. I briefly pat around looking for it. Giving up I lay my head back on the hard and jagged wall. The drums continue to wane.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. Drip. Drip. My stomach starts to twist and turn painfully. When was the last time I ate? Was it a granola bar? I had forgotten to bring them. Someone gave it to me. A friend... yes a friend. A good friend. Sorry. Why am I sorry? I must have hit my head before when my tooth got knocked loose. I feel around stretching my body to reach further. Pain. Ok I shouldn¡¯t reach to the left anymore. On my right I grab onto something. I pull trying to get it loose from where it''s stuck. It''s very heavy but I drag it and whatever it''s stuck to closer to me. It¡¯s a bag. I pat around the bag to find the zipper, keeping my hands away from what it''s stuck on. I reach into the bag to find anything that would help my situation. I feel a key chain. The drums increased once again to their former intensity. On the key chain I feel a small cylindrical object. I remember having seen this before. It¡¯s a small flash light. I twist the tip to turn it on and it blinds me with its piercing white light. My vision is covered in red and yellow patches. The colors slowly go away but many dark spots stay. Regardless now I can see. I point it to my left and I see a cavelike area covered in many rocks and stones. The wall smooth as if it has been eroded by water and time. I point the light forward. My legs¡­ are covered in the same rock and stones. They don¡¯t particularly hurt so they should be fine. I only need to dig them out and leave this place. Night 6 Drip. Drip. Drip. I look to see what else is in the bag. I find some granola bars and bottled water. My stomach stops the twisting and turning as I eat the food and drink the water. The sensation of eating and drinking after a long time is euphoric or maybe intoxicating¡­ I''m not sure. When I finish my animalistic way of eating I continue to look into the bag. I find nothing else of use. I figure that now is the time to leave so I start digging my legs out. That¡¯s when I notice my hands. A few fingers aren¡¯t really moving the normal way. A mild pain came but it was nothing to worry about so I continue to dig out my legs. Some of these rocks were pretty heavy, but it¡¯s ok since the other smaller stones protected my legs. After a bit of time passed by I could see my legs through all the smaller stones on them. They were ok or even better than ok. Yes better. I turned the flashlight off. I hardly have to ignore the faint drums now. With a bit of rest my legs would carry me out of this¡­ hole I guess. Drip. Drip. Drip. I wake up from my short nap. I am ready to leave but since I want to give my legs a bit more rest I decide to just start crawling instead. Wait the backpack could be useful for me so I should take it. I turn on the flash light and point it upwards. I see a possible opening right above me. It would entail a small amount of climbing but nothing that couldn¡¯t be done once I set myself to it. There was a small stream falling from the opening as well. I reached for the backpack and pulled on it to drag it with me. It feels like it is still caught on something. I pull harder and it still doesn¡¯t get loose. I begin to yank on it with as much force as I can. The drums beat increase in frequency and volume as if to tell me to continue. The backpack rips. I sling the only strap left on the bag over my shoulder. I give myself some time to catch my breath before I begin my climb.A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. I don¡¯t need my legs. They apparently feel like not working today. Not sure what I expected since they are the reason I''m in this mess. With only my arms I climb the wall. The floor has been covered in water. Foot by foot, inch by inch I climb. The mild pain my hands had given me before has been replaced by an intense stabbing pain my fingers give me. After a length of time that felt much longer than it should''ve passes, I reach the top. I manage to sling my body onto the new level. Facing upwards I could see the hole was covered by a bigger rock or should I say boulder? I reach up and push the boulder, but it doesn¡¯t give whatsoever. My vision blurs. My lungs refuse to breath. My throat clenches up. My fingers feel like ripping themselves off. However the pain in my legs is the worst of them all. The rain water continues to enter through an opening smaller than my arm. I''m sorry. The water level rose steadily reaching were I am. I don¡¯t want to look. I don¡¯t want to see. I looked at it¡­ floating in the water facing me¡­ "I''m sorry." It''s cold. Very cold. "Ba¡­ ba¡­" "Ba¡­" Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip¡­ Night 8 Its 3:42 am and I haven''t written for the past few days. The last two days have been the same, me sick. After I got over that headache I went to sleep. I don¡¯t remember what kind of dream I had but I woke up choking. It kind of freaked me out. It felt so real as if one moment I''m under water and choking then the next moment I''m in my bed. The sheets were soaked from my sweat. That had woke me up a few hours earlier than usual and I didn''t feel like going back to sleep. I was a little out of it. I went through my usual routines at school. I drove through the traffic. Some guy flipped me off. Some girl couldn¡¯t drive like a normal person because she was on the phone. I went to class and listened to some interesting ecological information that would probably be on the test. Afterward I went to my lab and presented some citations to the lab coordinator. Once the lab was finished I bid my lab partners adieu and made my way home. The sun was setting and that weird twilight glow was about. The sky looked beautiful and filled me with certainty that no matter what we mortals do each other there will always be beauty. Even after we have either killed ourselves off or left the plant after we have made it inhospitable, there will always be a sunset that covers the land in that trademark weird glow. This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. What a nice sunset. I see the orange glow casting its reflection on the water that stretches out to sea. The waves aren''t very active today. No, they are calm as I am calm. I stare at the horizon attempting to see that which goes beyond it. I know that the world is round and that all I''ll be able to see is the light being stretched around the curve of the earth. I find it absolutely chilling. That the sky is given its colors by the atmosphere and its refraction of light. All the colors that make up the observable world come from such a narrow window in the spectrum of light waves. My body tingles and my skin pricks up. There is art everywhere we look. This magnificent sight gives me great pleasure. It''s perfect, absolutely perfect. I feel the muzzle at the back of my head. I will forever bear witness to nature''s majesty. They is, they is, they is. Once night had covered the land I arrived home. I ate, watched TV, and did my homework. Now I''m in my bed that lies on the carpeted ground. I think I went to the bank today or was it yesterday? I distinctly remember yesterday that I had the same dream. I passed the same two people in traffic. I went to the same classes. Now I remember I went to the bank. I''m looking at my journal and this should be my fifth entry. I''ve looked through the previous pages, there''s some weird story for two of the days I didn''t write and I wrote pretty much the same thing yesterday. Did my days repeat? I''m worried I''m going insane. Night 7 Its 2:43 am and I haven''t written for the past couple of days. The last two days have been the same, me sick. After I got over that headache I went to sleep. I don¡¯t remember what kind of dream I had but I woke up crying. It really freaked me out. It felt real like one moment I''m under water and I can''t breathe then the next moment I''m in my sheets. The bed was soaked from my sweat. That had woke me up an hour earlier than usual and I didn''t feel like going back to sleep. I was a pretty out of it. I went through my usual routines at school. I drove through the traffic. Some girl flipped me off. Some guy couldn¡¯t drive like a normal person because he was on the phone. I went to class and listened to some interesting environmental information that would probably be on the test. Afterward I went to my lab and presented some summaries to the lab assistant. Once the lab was finished I bid my lab partners adios and made my way home. The sun was setting and that weird twilight glow was out. The sky looked amazing and filled me with certainty that no matter what we humans do each other there will always be splendor. Even after leave the plant after we have made it inhospitable or we have either killed ourselves off, there will always be a sunset that covers the land in that trademark bizarre shine. This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. What a pleasant sunset. I see the red glow casting its mirror image on the ocean that stretches out to the horizon. The waves are not very lively today. No, they are peaceful as I am peaceful. I stare at the horizon attempting to see that which goes past it. I know that the globe is round and that all I''ll be able to see is the sunlight being stretched around the curve of the world. I find it absolutely stunning. That the sky is given its color by the atmosphere and its refraction of the daylight. All the colors that make up the visible world come from such a slender window in the range of light waves. My body shudders and my hair rises up. There is beauty everywhere we look. This superb sight gives me great delight. It''s just right, completely just right. I feel the muzzle pressed against the top of my neck. I will forever remember nature''s dignity. They is, they is, they is. Once darkness had covered the ground I arrived to my abode. I ate, watched TV, and did my homework. Now I''m in my bed that rests on the carpeting. I went to the bank today. There was a famous book critic in line. I tried to speak with him but as his critiques show he''s not a very nice man. I''m looking at my journal and this should be my fifth entry. I''ve looked through the previous pages and there''s some weird story for the past two days I didn''t write. I''m worried I''m going crazy. Night 9 It''s 3:14 am and I haven''t gotten over my days repeating. How many times has this happened before? I think starting this diary was the right choice. Right now it''s the only method I have for detecting these... glitches in the matrix I guess. I''ll just write down my day and a few of my thoughts then read them the next day and see if things differ than how I remember writing them. I''m unsure of how well this will go. Yes I can find inconsistencies but what can I do about them? What if it''s all in my head? I''m afraid to mention this to anyone. Should someone rush up to me and tell me that they are experiencing the same day multiple times I would really walk away. I don''t have the free time to deal with people like that. People like me I suppose. I should look at the bright side at least I had a different day and going by what I have written here I''m not missing any days in my memory anymore. I''ll just start from when I woke up. I woke up and instantly remembered what happened yesterday. I checked the date and checked it again on the computer. I was tired like I hadn''t slept peacefully in several days and including the days I don''t quite remember that would make sense. I drove to school and saw neither the man nor the woman. I went to organic chemistry and had a hard time focusing on hydroxy groups and epoxides. I went to art history and spent an hour and a half looking at Michelangelo''s 17 foot tall, that''s like 6 meters, David. Looking at the detail someone could put on stone with only metal tools 500 years ago just left me awe struck. That allowed me to get my mind off thoughts pertaining to my ground hog day. I played billiards with the guys again until it was time for class. I went to logic and we went over more rules on turning language into math. As I left class and walked back to my car the area was once again covered in that twilight atmosphere. Those existential thoughts came rushing back into my head. Why me? Has it happened before? Was I just too stupid to notice? Had they noticed and that''s why they left? I quickly drove home. I was again in that empty house. The sun had set and the street lights had turned on. I tried to keep my thoughts on other things so I turned on the TV and did my studying.Now I''m in bed and I''m rereading that weird drip story. The words look like my hand writing and it''s in my diary. However I have no memory of writing it. I spent those two days resting and trying to recover from my sickness. What did that guy see? I mean from the drip story. He saw something at the end, something that made him say ''I''m sorry.'' How did he end up there? And what does any of this have to do with me? What does any of this have to do with ME? What does any of this have to do with ME??????You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. Daeria Escaptara Arrepticius Traditor Haderunga Night 10 It''s 3:29 am and I''ve looked over my writing from last night. Is ''Daeria Escaptara Arrepticius Traditor Haderunga'' spanish or something? The calligraphy seems to not be of my hand. Every word is capitalized so are they nouns? I''ve looked it up on Google translate and the program could only find a couple words. ''Traditor'' means betray in Latin. Looking at its spelling reminds me of traitor so it must be its origin. The other word ''Arrepticius'' means mad. Something something mad betray something? Something betrays something something mad? I really don''t know how I''m supposed to read it or if it even means anything. What if I''m just fucked up in the head? Like why would I do this to myself? Tomorrow I''m going to find someone that can more accurately translate these words for me. For now I''ll continue this story of my increasingly warped life. Thankfully I spent the first part of my day as I had before this repeating day/Latin words being written in my diary bullshit. I think I''m a little angrier than usual. I went to my advance biology class in which the lecturer talked about fragmentation of habitats and their effects on the species within them. Afterward I got a pizza to eat and played pool, or billiards, with the guys again. Two other people asked for a match in couple''s nine ball with scotch rules. Basically we switch with our partner even when we make it. The two guys were cocky at first but after two losses to us they calmed down a bit. I had a lab after that so I went over to the building and put on my lab coat. The fourth guy that''s a part of our group was missing at first. He showed up a few minutes late and the lab coordinator kicked him out saying he couldn''t be late. That got to me and my head went into a not so good mood after that. Maybe compiled with the mysterious words is making my language rougher this entry. I did my work in lab and left. At home I alternated between TV, internet, and homework. Once it was decently late I crept into bed and opened my diary. I briefly freaked out at the sight of the unknown words in strange font at the end of yesterday''s entry. That''s when I started writing this part while looking up ''Daeria Escaptara Arrepticius Traditor Haderunga.'' I feel my eye lids starting to droop so I''ll stop writing here.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. Stop. Don''t approach the woman with the red coat! You''re not crazy. It''s this group that wants you to think you are! They are called the Cabal. I need you to contact me. They are looking for you and when they find you they will cut out your gift. I know it sounds bad but it''s hard to explain like this so I need you to contact me. Fuck my nose is bleeding. I can''t keep this up. You must flee when you see them approach. Beware the woman in red for she is our kind''s messenger of pain and death. Night 11 It''s 3:03 am and I''ve looked through my entries again. I found that yesterday''s entry is stuck to another page. Something was sticking the two pages together and whatever it was stained the entry for Night 9 some red brown color right on those unknown words. Through careful handling I''ve pulled the two pages apart. Someone else has written in my diary. They must have broken into my home and¡­ they did not steal anything. They just wrote in my diary. I had it hidden and they somehow knew where it was. The stain is a lot redder on this side. They broke into my house found my diary and left behind a glob of blood? Why would they leave genetic evidence behind? Nothing else was touched so they didn¡¯t search for it. They knew where I had hidden it. I don¡¯t know what to do. They''re saying something about a woman in red and some shady cabal group. You, I don¡¯t know who you are or how to contact you. Really how did you expect for me to contact you? You didn¡¯t leave me an address, a phone number, or an email address. You just left behind your blood on the words ''Beware the woman in red.'' Is that suppose to make it more dramatic or some shit? And how am I gonna know when to run. Aside from some ominous red lady you didn¡¯t describe ''them.'' Now that I think of it did you also leave the cryptic as hell message in Latin? Why a dead language? Why suddenly go back to English? I''ll leave my number here (381)-654-7290 so send me text on what I should do. I''m assuming that you aren''t out to hurt because you haven''t stolen anything. Please prove me right. I guess I''ll go back to writing about my day despite the freak show happening in this book. I got up. I drove to school. I went to class. I played pool. I went to class again. I drove home. I watched TV. I used the internet. I did my homework. I''m not in the mood to write due to all this¡­ well this. That headache is coming back. I can feel it in my forehead. My vision just went out for a second. It got way too blurry like when you''re crying then just black. I opened and closed my eyes but nothing changed. My vision slowly came back after a few seconds. Damn that scared me. My head is still feeling like I repeatedly hit it against the wall. I gotta lie down.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. I felt you! Did you feel me? How I have missed your touch. Please come back to us. I need you *rubbed out*. Remember to run when you see them *rubbed out*. They¡¯ll hurt you worse than last time. *rubbed out* you remember me right? *rubbed out* you don''t remember me¡­ I can''t keep going. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. ËÀ. I will always love you. Regardless of whether you know or have forgotten. I am your Lenore and there is no such thing as nevermore. Night 12 It''s 3:34 am and I''ve looked through my diary once again. I don''t remember you. I remember reading something about Lenore and nevermore in high school. Poe, Edger Allen Poe and that''s from his most famous poem. Is it the crow or the raven? It''s been awhile but what do you mean you''re my Lenore? I don''t know you. I haven''t forgotten you. I''ve never met you before. So who are you? You''ve now left random Latin phrases, warned me about some group out to get me, dirtied my book with your blood, and now claiming me as your lover? I don''t get it. I left you my phone number. But no, you have to keep up this creepy crap. If you''re going to keep pulling this bull then leave me alone. I don''t need this. You''re fucking up my life. I can''t focus in class because I''m worried about someone breaking into my house while I''m in school. I''m in debt and my job isn''t helping much there. I think I might be crazy. I am arguing with someone through my fucking diary. I hate my life. I woke up in my stiff bed that lies on the floor. I drove to school in my car that I don''t know when it''ll break down. I absentmindedly didn''t hear the professor go on a tangent about something uninteresting. My friends could play pool so I sat in the corner thinking about my sanity because that''s what happens when things get quiet. I skipped my next class and went home. I sat in a corner on the floor and traced out the patterns the sprayed paint had left. I ate what little I could with a headache that returned with a vengeance. Now I''m here.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. He warned you to beware her madness. She seeks to own your very essence. The cabal will either use you or they will destroy you. She makes them seem like children in terms of might and immorality. He warned you of the cabal and their thirst for our kind. They are not all encompassing as her. If you take flight then you may outwit them. There is no escaping the woman in red for she resides in you. She will spill words of honey but like all roses they are surrounded by thorns. Do not heed her words or fall for her coercion. I have no other method of contacting you. I am speaking to you through *erased* and as such have no ability to converse with the use of phones. I know it to be far too troubling for a young man such as yourself, but none choose this gift. Trust me for I have seen the dark universe yawning where the black planets roll without aim, where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge, or lustre, or name. I am like her aged beyond understanding. You are a part of us. I know my words confuse you and for that I apologize. The human mind lacks the capability to understand our true thoughts. .dleiy ro timbus ot reven egaruoc eht dna ,etah latrommi ,egnever fo yduts dna ,lliw elbareuqnocnu eht ,tsol ton si llA Night 13 It''s 2:04 am and what are you? You are different from the first. You''re Much More than... him? Your written words speak directly into My Mind when I read them. I heard an old Man''s voice. Not feeble but penetrating. I think I believe you. You speak about the woman in red. Was it her who left the Message of a twisted love? Who is she? How can she be comparable to you? I won''t ask you for your identity. I have a pretty good idea of who you are. Your voice sent Me back. I remember you. You are the only one who I know to be real. You helped Me when I was lost. You helped Me when I had lost everything. Having all these Memories come back has Made My headache go poof as if it never was. I will obey. Wait, you don''t like that do you? I''ll rephrase then. I will listen and take your advice into consideration. She is My test isn''t she? He is your Messenger. His body cannot withstand your presence thus it breaks down. He''s not suited to be by your side. Not like I was. My day started like it always had. Bland, boring, and unbearable. The same food, the same scenery, and nothing out of place. Truly sickening. That was until I went to My art history class. We were going over Michelangelo again. This time the lecturer focused on his works on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. We went through the numerous works of art covering the entire roof of the Chapel. Four years and he had completely changed art forever. 1508 through 1512. The Most famous of which is the Creation of Adam. Michelangelo had a fascination with the hand of an artist. I May be incorrect but I believe he considered the hand of an artist to almost be equal to the hand of god. They both create Masterpieces after all. This can be interpreted by the hands of Adam and his creator reaching out to one another. Another interesting observation was Made in 1990 that the red area behind god is in the shape of a brain. This possibly indicates that god is giving intellect to Man but knowing the story of Genesis I would that credit to another. There is one More interpretation in which god is within Man''s Mind. That Man created god. Chilling little afterthought. I spent the rest of day without paying too Much Mind to My surroundings. For what purpose is a life without surprises and happiness? I find only repetition and cruelty in My existence. Cursed, cursed creator! Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed?Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. The air is Most Moist and humid. Through the gaps in the jungle is visible the light of long dead stars. Here I sit in this depression I''ve dug with a tool given to Me by My enemies. The constant precipitation has paused and with it the dark clouds above have split. What a night for it to be My night. A night like no other I''ve spent before. The darkness unknown surrounding Me, Me illuminated by these giant bodies so far away, so long gone. Without their light none would know of their existence yet in producing their light they have burnt themselves out. Light has killed its creator. You have come now. I''ve given birth to you. You are My light in this unending Midnight. Now from My grave I say the final goodbye. Night 14 It''s 4:44 am and I am in an unfamiliar bed. It''s been ages since I''ve seen blood relatives. They have asked me to visit them many times. Many times I have given excuses. Oh sorry, I have work to do. I can''t, I have a mountain of homework to sort through. Today I betrayed myself and accepted their hospitality. I made the difficult trip to their abode in my rather old car. I went to work and called it a day at midday. I managed to arrive by 5 pm. After a few knocks and a ding they opened the front door. They welcomed me in as a long lost family member. I imagine to them I was separated from them for far too long. They fed me good home cooked food consisting of pasta and chicken smothered in white mushroom sauce. The dancing flavors sent me back to my childhood so long ago. We talked superficially about life and its progress. They asked me what I did for school and how work was going. I avoided my possible mental instability and chatted about whatever seemed safe at the time. I asked them about the extended family and of any changes amount the younglings. Feels awkward to say that but it''s accurate enough I suppose. There have been a few additions and sadly a couple accidents. No one I really knew or spoke to but still morbid stories. A man was hit by a train. He was not in a car that stalled on the tracks. He was killed by a train. He was not tied up and left a damsel in distress. His death was a result of a collision with the train. He was not intoxicated nor otherwise impaired. Somehow he was hit by a train. They didn''t mention it but I could only reason the incident to be a suicide. The man was old. Much older than any other in his life. His wife had died 20 years ago. His children had also gone into that sweet sleep. With no fellow travelers of life by his side it makes sense to me. Doesn''t mean it''s neither sad nor depressing.Double negative there. A good amount of time spent talking passed and now we are here. I mean I am here. I wrapped in countless blankets and sheets so tightly I can seldom move. Alone, in this large bed surrounded by pillows filled with too much stuffing.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. She is my purpose. The very essence of existence. There is no other so involved in my life and there''s no need for another. Her body is all that I need. Her mind is all that I desire. With her by my side my life is complete. What is food as it may distract me from her words? What is drink if it be an empty glass filled with falsehood without her? Our enemies are envious for we are one. They desire our death for our separation will result in it. I can no longer live without her and she without me. Unfortunately they have cornered us and there is now only one path we may both take. A pair of star-cross''d lovers take their life. Night 15 It''s 3:37 am and I''m once again in this room. I am still here due to my family''s pleading for me to stay. They so terribly miss me that they cannot bear to have me leave after one day. They treat me so well that I cannot in good conscious reject this offer of pleasant hospitality. They take care of practically everything I need. They wash my clothes and provide me with my own washroom to take care of myself. That reminds me I need to ask them for a razor. My facial hair has started to get out of hand. Going back to the perks of living here, they cook for me and have expressly said they will take care of the dishes. I offer to take care of a few chores because I don¡¯t like the feeling of taking advantage of good people but they always decline. There''s not much I have to do around here except keep them company. They love chatting with me so much that I''m guessing they view it as an equal exchange. That¡¯s my reasoning but it''s still pretty weird. I guess they''re lonely too. Having no one else to speak to can leave a person with awkward quirks. Now I am lying here surrounded by a suffocating amount of cushions. The feeling makes one want to tear it all apart and let the white feathers fly through the air. The wall is covered in sickly Yellow colored flower designed wallpaper. Not the Yellow of nature and sunlight but the disturbing pale color of pus. The pervasive wretched thing covers all spaces of the four walled room. Even the roof is doomed to be coated in the greatest tragedy of mankind. Ok that was a hyperbole taken too far. Yesterday I had no obvious objection to the wallpaper but that was when I wasn¡¯t expecting to continue staying here. Tomorrow I need to ask them if I can take a different room. Hopefully one without these wastes of feathered pillows. The more I stare at the upsetting color the more I find myself fascinated, in a grim way, with it. I''ve now spent a far too long amount of time observing the foul thing. I feel as if there are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. The heat has begun melting me from the inside. I have been wandering these shifting hills of sand for days now. My back hurts from sleeping on the tough floor of small caves that litter the mountains spread across this wasteland. My mouth contains not a drop of the precious liquid that I once took for granted. My tongue and cheeks feel like a spider web of cracks have left them forever scarred. I look out into the distance and all I see is rolls of deathly Yellow. Too bright for human eyes to look without squinting with a hair thin split to see through. My body is breaking down as it no longer contains the once abundant water. I fall onto the burning sand wishing for my trial to come to an end. I have chosen this for myself and now I lay, strength gone from my mortal flesh. Through the chink between my eyelids I look out toward the horizon wondering what lies yonder. In the distance I spot a wavering change of scenery. Not the Yellow I''ve come to hate nor the empty blue that surrounds me up above. An illusion of green and crystal blue comes into focus. It can only be a mirage for it is an impossibility that I''ve now come across it with a body that can no longer continue to move. The life it represents is not there and the hope rising within me makes no difference to this more than half dead vessel of mine. I deserve to disappear in both body and mind. My sins are too great to list. Too great an irony is this as I am described by this dye named Yellow. Now I waste away in this land absent of life enveloped by golden grains. Night 16 It''s 2:24 am and it''s been raining all day and night. I''m looking out into the darkness of storm and night. The night has caused the sun to disappear and the storm has blocked all manner of light coming from the cosmos. Aside from a swirling darkness all that is visible comes from the extremely brief flashes of light originating from the lightning striking. These flashes have changed my perception for this hollow world I walk upon. In this reality of vision, only through violent reactions of static, the natural world ceases movement until that grey blue light touches base. My reality becomes a series of black and white photographs. Time only moving forward during the shortest of moments. My heart beating to the rhythm of the strikes attacking this great spinning oblique ball of dirt and rock of ours. The thunder blasting its sound from the ripping of the atmosphere rattling me to my core. The time delay that sets my heart and body apart. The droplets of water hitting against my window. With my face up against the bars looking at the small splashes occurring at a seemingly random pattern. The raindrops sliding down the clear window leaving thin trails of themselves behind. The sky morns for me and what I have become. They angrily strike down knowing that even now I lie. My untruth has been stacked so high now it''s leaning threatening to fall. I know it, they know it, and even you invisible beings for whom I write to, you know I lie. You the cursed man, you the forgotten women, and you my original companion. My lies have tied you each to me. Forever doomed to accompany me. The rain continues to pore on this ethereal land, flooding the depressions upon where we walk. Life cast away by the currents, downing with nothing to hold on to. I look out this lone view whilst in this dark and void like room. As my raindrops roll down the sides of my face.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, that a maiden there lived whom you may know, by the name of Annabel Lee; and this maiden she lived with no other thought, than to love and be loved by me. Now I stand in this rain with her. I still live with no other thought than to continue to love her. No power below god will ever be able to separate me from her. I would even stand against his word and defy his will. No matter the outcome I will always be with her, my Annabel Lee. No matter the choice I will always choose her, my Annabel Lee. No matter the enemy I will not concede. Let my foes come to break us apart and I will unleash a hell on them greater than any have imagined before. Should my battles cost me my life I can only find joy in it for I will forever be with my Annabel Lee. Doctors Emails ...He''s gotten worse. He has been here off and on for a few years now. Today was the second time since he''s been admitted again. We walked in and stopped him before it was too late. He''s extremely unstable and a danger to everyone around him. He''s not even a ticking time bomb; he''s a crudely made one that''ll go off at the slightest movement. Last time he was here I got him to be damn close to a normal functioning human being. I asked him to start writing down a journal to keep track of his progress. I fear I was greatly mistaken. I''ve been flipping through his daily entries and I''ve found numerous red flags already. I can only interpret grandiose delusions from his writing. The worst part is all the imagery of pain and death. It gets worse the further on he writes. I must say the Latin words did send a chill down my spine. I believe if we were to go by his writing then it''s safe to assume his dissociative personality disorder has returned...I''ve researched the Latin words he wrote down. He mistook dairy for diary and was probably describing himself in that nonsensical phrasing. Really up until that point the writing, while unsettling, was still in the realm of fiction and storytelling. Then he went into a spiraling depression. I suspect it was his long absent father''s death that sent him into this series if episodes. From my countless talks with him over the years it was apparent that he was deeply damaged by his mother''s accident and father''s disappearance at such a young age. He was always wishing to meet an absent father that only grew to unrealistic proportions in his mind. They were expectations that no person would ever be able to fulfill. That was something I continuously went over with him...I first met him after an incident that occurred during his adolescence. He was quite under aged so they didn''t throw the book at him hoping to make an example. The two incidents mirror each other in quite a number of ways now that I think of it. They involve someone''s death that was close to him. He goes off the rails and we throw him in the soft room. His cries within that room got to me and I agreed to let him have a more customary room for our facility. The room was set with a bed and a barbed window overlooking our yard. Now he just stares out the window looking out with unfocused eyes...The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. ¡­Yes, I know. We have to keep him from discovering what he is...I disagree. We have to keep him writing in order to know what the evil one plans are. As long as we keep him inebriated he has no control over his abilities. He can''t hurt us, but the horned one can and that''s why we must know what kind of plans he has...She however, is a much greater threat. I can see her influences in his thoughts increasing as his journal goes on...Yes, I believe that she made him kill his father. Night 17 I don''t know what time it is. I managed to free myself from that prison. I don''t know how long I ran but I just kept going until it was almost too dark to keep going. My lungs were burning to a crisp. My legs had lost all feeling and I no longer could even stand up straight. My throat had dried up due to my rough breathing. The taste of blood spread throughout my mouth. My sides twisted into themselves. My tears blurred my vision making it hard to see which way I was going. I ran across any river I could find so that I would lose any scent that their dogs could track. Before my body collapsed I found this cave. I dragged my feet inside and immediately passed out. Now I''ve woken up. I''m sore to the point that my legs aren''t listening to me anymore. My thirst is unquenchable with my body being in the state it''s in. I have taken off my damp clothes but having slept in them has already done its damage. Now I lay bare against this stone wall hidden from those who seek to use me. The Cabal must be out there. I have to keep going else they will find me. But I can''t force myself to even stand. The cave would have cast me into absolute darkness but there''s this luminescent moss that provides a very welcoming dim light in this void. I''ve been grabbing at the uneven wall and floor to pull myself deeper into this abyss. Whoever or whatever that may be out there has answered my prayers. I found a bag in the nothingness. Within the miracle I''ve found food, water and a flashlight. Of which I am currently eating, drinking, and using as a source of light to write. I''m sorry but I thank whatever unfortunate fate some fellow weary traveler has suffered. May you have gone quick and without torment.I don¡¯t know how long I can survive on granola bars and bottled water. For now I''ll keep crawling deeper into this unending tunnel. My weary legs have come back to me now. I continue to careful traverse the uneven ground by shining the flashlight at my feet. I know look at my arm while taking a break to continue writing. Blood has seeped through the bandages on my left arm. The sound here has completely disappeared vanished the further I''ve walked down this path. I hear running water! I don¡¯t know how far I am from it for sound travels far in this hall of stone and dirt. I have found the source of the noise and it is flowing water. The life blessing liquid is accessible through a small opening created by several boulders that must have sealed off another tangent in this tunnel. I think I will camp here for the night. I have found a few sleeping bags off to the side near the opening of sound and nourishment. I feel it. Tonight will finally be quiet. I don¡¯t do well with quiet. I''ve lived my whole life with that overbearing noise. I can''t stop shaking. I''m afraid of what that silence will bring. Speak to me. Anyone please speak. Don''t leave me alone with my thoughts.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Night 18 I don''t know what time it is. I lay on the sandy beach looking out towards the black sea. Within it are countless unknowns that no man has ever laid eyes on. Unimaginable horrors are contained deep under what we mortals consider to be a motionless ocean of water. Underneath the visible surface shown by the great ball of plasma lie beings that have never experienced the light from the sun. Not their father, not their mother, not whatever they have split off from. They originate from a bloodline whose ancestry goes back thousands of individuals who also lived their lives in darkness. They were born in the nothingness and they have always stayed in the nothingness. They have fought giant battles for survival that weeded out their weak. Deep below are terrifying monsters that, once we manage to kill each other, will rise and once again lay their claim to what was always theirs. While the fiends currently clash I sit here on this barrier between land and sea. I sit here alone. Alone as always. Unless you count the lovely woman I have met. It appeared as if she came floating toward me with her arms spread wide. We hugged and exchanged our stories with one another. She spoke to me of her life as a book writer who found no success and thus turned to becoming a book critic. She spoke to me of her family. She spoke of her mother who died of cancer while she was in high school. She spoke of her father who turned to drink. ''He wasn¡¯t a violent drunk just a useless one'' she said. She spoke of her trials of maintaining a full time job while going to school to become a doctor. She spoke of being unable to keep up with her school work and failing to finish her degree in biochemistry. She spoke of her father who returned sober and with a paying job who assured that she could go back to school. She spoke of achieving her English degree and her wish of writing novels that would forever change the world of literature. She spoke of her father''s funeral that was attended by hundreds. She spoke of her tears for he was also claimed by that monster that dared to take her mother. She spoke of her resulting depression and spiral into that same addiction that once plagued her father. She spoke of finding a true love that helped her overcome her demons. She spoke of everything that he meant to her and everything that they would do together. She spoke of her honeymoon trip to this coast that I sit on. She spoke of finding those text messages and photos of other women. She spoke of her pain and anger. She spoke of her confrontation with her once true love. Then she spoke of her fall, the jagged rocks and towering waves. Once her tale was done she floated back into that deep bottomless thing. I picked up my diary and begun to write.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Night 19 I don''t know what time it is. I awoke today with the hot sun beating down on my face while I slept on the sandy beach. I walked along the never ending coast line searching for any other person. I didn¡¯t know what I would say to them. Would I tell them about my dreams and the constant whispers that I''ve heard throughout my life? Would I warn them of the group that held me in captivity while brainwashing me into believing I''m something I''m not? Or would I simply give them this journal and continue walking knowing that they will find me? I still don¡¯t know. Regardless my feet were smoldered by the burning sand I walked upon. My mouth shriveled up forming a sandpaper like surface that demanded water. There was plenty of water in the sea but I knew that drinking the ocean water would do more harm than good. So I kept walking as I felt that I should do. Despite the thirst, hunger and pain, my body didn¡¯t slow down. My muscles didn¡¯t feel fatigued and sore. My feet, while extremely painful, kept stepping forward. Neither my physical body nor my mental will could hold me back on my journey. While walking on the burning Yellow surface I looked out into the horizon of infinite waves and saw a boat floating on the air. I learned long ago that due to the light bouncing off the water coupled by the world bending at the edge caused ships that sailed at such a distance to appear as if it was flying in the air. The heat coming off the sand distorted the image of the ship. Truthfully I''m not sure if there really was a ship there or if it was my own wishes personified in my semi delirious state. The hope of there being other people rang throughout my flesh and bones. I knew then that if I wanted to live long enough to be rescued I would have to find nourishment for my body''s demands. I turned away from that distant hope and walked into that dense green foliage. I ate what looked to be edible despite not knowing if any of it was. Some of it tasted amazing while for others the rind sent worse signals throughout my tongue. A select few affected my body in ways I never knew it could be. One sent a euphoric feeling through my skin briefly allowing me to feel life. I can only describe it as knowing the truth of meaning and life only to forget it when it wears off. Another immediately caused me to empty my stomach through projectile vomiting. It left me empty and without strength lying on the dirt covered floor. I approached a clearing and walked out to find a hole dug long ago. I walked over to that hole and found the bones of someone long dead. The clothes that must have once covered its body had been turned to dust by time leaving the bare frame. Its spine was crushed while leaving the entirety of the two halves virtually untouched. I leaped down and sat next to the two halves. The ground had no vegetation showing that life had no desire to be down here. I looked above and saw a hole in the canopy through which the orange sky shown through. I pulled out my diary and started writing while there was still light in the sky.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Night 20 I remember now. I can see it all. I can see my past through the eyes of my younger self. I was born to a working class family. I had two older brothers and a younger sister. We could only eat what we could afford with my parents'' meager salary. Our clothes were hand me downs from better off members of our extended family. However, we lived a happy life. At least we children, ignorant of the world and our surroundings, ran around and played together. Yes we were unfortunate but so was everyone else that we knew. As far as we were concerned everyone was the same as us so we had no reason to be envious. Every day was filled with laughter and fun. Then I started to hear the voices. I began to have night terrors that would wake up the whole house almost on a daily basis. The loudest voice told me I had a destiny, which I would help him bring about the end of human suffering and pain. He informed me that it would be my choice, and not through his force, that would put his plan into motion. He presented to me that choice that would forever change my life. I yelled no. I would not do that. I loved her. What proof was there that what I had to do would truly help everyone else? He left me alone after that. The voices quieted down and I went on with my blissful life after that. Then the man came and said that he was sent here from another place. He begged me to do what I asked to do. He didn¡¯t know what he was asking for only that in doing so I could prevent that which frightened him. I asked him on his relation to that voice in my head and he said that it was something along the lines of ''a necessary evil''. That night, as I laid in my bed without sleep, I asked the voice to come back. I asked him what I had to do and he told me that I only had to hurt her. I cried that I didn¡¯t want her to feel pain, so he told me a different idea instead. He said that this method would hurt me more but it would reduce what she would go through. I did it. I pushed her and off she went. Down to that emptiness, unknowingly done to her by that person she held most dear to her. They went searching for her and when they couldn¡¯t find her they came to me to offer their sympathies. I couldn¡¯t take their words of kindness so I told them what I had done. I went to court where they found me guilty but mentally disturbed so I was not completely at fault. They threw me in a mental hospital where the doctors worked with me for years without success. It was there where I met her. The woman I painted with my blood. It was she who helped me leave that place.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Night 21 There she was, painted on the walls of my soft room. Out of nervousness I had bitten a piece of flesh off the side of my index finger. No I did not feel pain. Pain is a message sent through the nervous system of our fleshy body. I commanded the signal to stop and therefore no message was sent to my mind. The crimson and lightly viscous liquid flowed down the side of my finger spitting into two streams at my thumb. One dripped down along the internal veins and arteries that once carried it, the other went and got stuck on my forearms hair. The image of a small wooden palette used for painting went through my vision. I took my left arm and with two fingers I touched the stagnant paint. I reached over to the wall and drew without thought. I don¡¯t recall what happened then but when I was released from my trance I saw a beautiful artwork. My wound on my hand had disappeared. The woman on the wall was done with such detail she seemed to be able to simply walk out from that canvas. I found myself unable to tear away my eyes from the red woman. Then her dark red eyes turned towards mine. While within the two dimensional surface she crouched down to my eye level. She then flowed out of wall and into my reality. There she approached closer to me until her head was over my shoulder. In which she began whispering her words of love and worship. I remember that she told me that in the current end we would be together until the next end. After that she would be alone until I come again for her and then it will repeat. It was repeated countless times and it will continue to repeat until the last end. She stood up and wisped away into the air leaving nothing behind. There was no painting on the wall and there was no paint or wound on myself. That night I went to sleep and woke up young again. I was no longer in that locked room for I was now in a bed larger than any I had ever seen in person. My new father was wealthy and his family had been for many generations. My new mother was a house wife that only cared for me as I was the only child. There I spent my current youth, raised by a distant family. I grew in power until the cabal found me before I could accomplish my destiny. They came and surrounded my house bearing arms. I surrendered under the terms that they don¡¯t harm those who serve me. They took me away and imprisoned me both in body and mind. I forgot who I was and played pawn to their conspiracies. I was locked away until she came once again for me. She freed me and I began my travels through the ether of nothingness. I remember the words of my captors. ''Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast; for it is the number of a man; and his number is 666.''Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. Doctors Emails We found his room covered in his¡­ I''ll start from when I last spoke to you. We did as you had commanded and locked away the demon while assuring his survival. We knew that should he die we would lose all hope at stopping the evil from taking over our world. He has wrapped up into a vest so that he wouldn¡¯t be able to move. His room was padded with soft foam so as to prevent him from possibly harming himself. We fed him twice a day as you instructed and as the days went on the beast became calmer. At first it was a relief but as time went on our techniques and technologies began to fail. No longer could we measure his brainwaves nor would any previously working methods help. We started to panic and that¡¯s when I sent you that last message. Honestly the tone I displayed came from a more panicked self as this was not something any of us had ever heard of. I know, considering that we had the vile beast in a collar we should have expected to experience unknown territory. Our predecessors have always killed the monster and for the first time we tried to capture it. We tried to study what evil had made it. We tried to see if it was possible to permanently rid this holy world of that darkness. We only had desire in our eyes so when all our tools ceased to function I panicked. Maybe saying I freaked out would be more accurate to the actual scene. Regardless we locked the abomination away in that soft yellow room. We left it there until as a group we decided that having it here alive was too great a danger to us all. We gathered the sacred knives and made way towards the creature''s cage. We were ready to do as we had always done and kill the wicked thing, but the door would not open. Even when four of our greatest warriors pulled the door it would not budge. Some other force held that door closed. We assumed that it was the horned one and since we had failed to kill the demon the time had come. We prepared ourselves for the great battle should we be left behind. Some of us had kneeled while other had their arms thrown to the sky. We were ready for the moment that never came. After too long a time the door slowly slid open. No light fell out that doorway and so the bravest among us walked in with only his blessed weapon and a flashlight. He slid with the first step in the darkness and fell into the dark floor. That¡¯s when we realized the reason it was so dark was that everything was covered in blood. The floor was like a still black lake. The walls painted a color so dark that it seemed to absorb all light. The ceiling was likewise covered but no drops fell from it. It seemed to have been pushed away from the center of the room and not even gravity would bring it back. We have left the room as it is for your inspection. As it is right now we have no idea if that fiend has escaped or died in that room.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. Night 1 It''s 3:33 am and like pretty much all days I''ve been watching videos on YouTube. I saw a video about a few famous people that wrote diaries. I think I can just write down the weird or interesting parts of my day. I guess I''ll begin with my morning. I woke up around 6ish and got ready to drive to high school. I have a hard time with milk when I wake up so I eat one of those bars that is suppose to have a lot of nutrients. I get in my 2016 year car and start my morning commute. I notice my gas is about half way so in a few days I''ll have to remember to stop for some gas. I avoid getting into a 6 car wreck on the way to school which is something I probably think way too much about. It''s so easy to lose focus while daydreaming and crash killing yourself and possibly another unlucky person and yet most people are way too ok about being on the road but then you got a rather large amount that kinda freak out about going on planes. I go through my day as I always do, that consists of chatting with friends and not really paying attention to the teacher, and then I have my break between classes. My friends and I always eat lunch together. Now that I think about it, it would be so crazy to not have them there now that we''ve been together so long. Any one of them gone and the rest would no longer know what to do. I ate with thing and thought on what was in my food. Meat, cheese, and pasta. That¡¯s all I need for the rest of my life. After eating I go talk to some other friends of mine. We have a pretty great time just chatting about random stuff. Then I have to go to class so I say bye. There''s a test and the teacher holds us in class until the bell rings. We all pile out of the building. The sun is still out. Not in sight but not twilight either. The other tall trees block the setting sun. I walk to the cross walk and wait for the busses to stop so that I can cross. There''s an elementary school kid walking behind me in a rush and he brushes my leg.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. I''m in a room surrounded by soft padding. My clothes are so constricting to the point that I can''t get my arms out from underneath them. And so I sit there. I don¡¯t move, I don¡¯t blink, and I certainly don¡¯t breathe. They come in and beat me with their shiny batons until I cry out. They drag me out and tie me to this machine. They say that they will uncover all my secrets but I don¡¯t know what they''re talking about. I just sit there in the corner hoping for something to come along and take me away. They come in again and beat me. This time they leave me in a pool of spit and blood. They didn¡¯t have to drag me anywhere they just came because they felt like it. I curl up on the floor and cry. My tears mix in the liquids on the floor. I reach up to wipe them from my face. My arms have come loose. They beat me so savagely to the point that a tear had occurred along the seam of the restrictive clothing. I dip my hand into that redness on the floor and begin my vengeance. The little kid says sorry and I just nod in a cool way to let him know it''s alright. I walk to my car and drive home. Not the most super eventful day but as I lay here I figure I can use this time to write. I am thinking that if I let some steam off my chest I''ll be able to sleep.