Welcome, welcome! It's been a while, old friend. I've been busy gathering more stories from those who dare to curse the mortal plane. But don't worry, I'm back with more chilling tales. Let's begin, shall we? ehehehehehehehe...
Ever been depressed, or know someone who is? Probably not. But there is an easy way to tell. Look at the happiest people you know. Chances are, they're only acting, and are actually pretty miserable. Not that you'd care. You never noticed because you don't want to break the illusion that everything is perfect. You're disgusting, ehehehe...but it's only normal I suspose. But be careful, because you could create a monster, ehehehehehehehe.....
I hate myself. I hate how much of a failure I am. No one cares about me. I've never had any friends, and my family hates me just as much as everyone else who mocked me over the years. All I wanted was to fade away. Just fade out of existence so that no one will have to bother pretending to care about me. Yes, that was the worst part of it. That people pretended they understood what I was going through, that they could empathize with the very monster that they created. And for a time, I would believe them. I would think that I was actually loved, and that people considered me an important friend. But then I would see through their lies. I'd see them tell those other hellish demons about what they thought of me when they thought I wasn't around, or they only pretended to care because they didn't want to see someone die in front of them. Of course. I'd hate to inconvince them with my death. It wasn't enough that they haunted and controlled me during my life, but they wanted to control my death too??! The nerve of those insufferable heathen! Not that it mattered. Every suicide attempt, every pill I was about to swallow, every bullet I almost sent to my head....they weren't genuine. All I wanted was attention, someone to notice me, and tell me not to do it, and that everything would be alright...but then I realized that wasn't true either. The truth was, I was a coward who didn't have the courage to fully commit myself to hell. I can't explain it. I see the news, hateful cops murdering innocent people, wars started for the sake of profit, and more atrocities being commited everyday. I didn't want to stay in this nightmare, but I was too afraid to see what lied beyond on the darkness. This was a truly dark time in life, for I had no idea what to do. But then, after another night of drowning my sorrows behind fake smiles, it hit me. I couldn't help myself, no, I was far too gone for that. But maybe, just maybe I could help others. I could show them the errors I made and help them before it's too late. So I did just that. I started with the homeless guy near the bar, always asking for a drink. It was a slow process, but eventually, he became a better person then he was before, then I am today. Then I expanded with others. I helped the kids being bullied. Men who had cheated on their wives. Women who were stuck in those dead end jobs. They all become better people. Eventually, I tried the process on my family, the parents who always argued and abandoned me....yes, they were some of my best work! And the damned souls who tortured me and made my life the living hell it was today, I dealt with them too. It was tricky with them. One almost called the police before I could finish carving her face into a work of perfection. Another tried fighting me, before succumbing to the thosands of volts of electricity I sent into his body. But one by one, they all became better people. People I could never dream to be. They started as people like me, afraid of what lies beyond. But in the end, I gave them the encouragement they needed. But this is just the start! I have much work to do, and I won't rest until everyone on the planet is in a better place. And when that's done, I'll stay behind, because I would never want to disgrace their happy place with my presence. After all, it's not as if I'm some kind of monster.
Ehehehehe....good story, eh? He certainly loved helping people. You have to admire the kind of dedication he has to his work. After all, most people on this Earth tend to stumble around with no purpose or meaning in their miserable lives. If you ever see someone like that, you can always refer them to that guy in the story, ehehehehehehehe....eh? You want to know who that guy was? Well, let's just say it's probably someone you know, someone you're very close to. Until next time! *door closes*
Ever been depressed, or know someone who is? Probably not. But there is an easy way to tell. Look at the happiest people you know. Chances are, they're only acting, and are actually pretty miserable. Not that you'd care. You never noticed because you don't want to break the illusion that everything is perfect. You're disgusting, ehehehe...but it's only normal I suspose. But be careful, because you could create a monster, ehehehehehehehe.....
I hate myself. I hate how much of a failure I am. No one cares about me. I've never had any friends, and my family hates me just as much as everyone else who mocked me over the years. All I wanted was to fade away. Just fade out of existence so that no one will have to bother pretending to care about me. Yes, that was the worst part of it. That people pretended they understood what I was going through, that they could empathize with the very monster that they created. And for a time, I would believe them. I would think that I was actually loved, and that people considered me an important friend. But then I would see through their lies. I'd see them tell those other hellish demons about what they thought of me when they thought I wasn't around, or they only pretended to care because they didn't want to see someone die in front of them. Of course. I'd hate to inconvince them with my death. It wasn't enough that they haunted and controlled me during my life, but they wanted to control my death too??! The nerve of those insufferable heathen! Not that it mattered. Every suicide attempt, every pill I was about to swallow, every bullet I almost sent to my head....they weren't genuine. All I wanted was attention, someone to notice me, and tell me not to do it, and that everything would be alright...but then I realized that wasn't true either. The truth was, I was a coward who didn't have the courage to fully commit myself to hell. I can't explain it. I see the news, hateful cops murdering innocent people, wars started for the sake of profit, and more atrocities being commited everyday. I didn't want to stay in this nightmare, but I was too afraid to see what lied beyond on the darkness. This was a truly dark time in life, for I had no idea what to do. But then, after another night of drowning my sorrows behind fake smiles, it hit me. I couldn't help myself, no, I was far too gone for that. But maybe, just maybe I could help others. I could show them the errors I made and help them before it's too late. So I did just that. I started with the homeless guy near the bar, always asking for a drink. It was a slow process, but eventually, he became a better person then he was before, then I am today. Then I expanded with others. I helped the kids being bullied. Men who had cheated on their wives. Women who were stuck in those dead end jobs. They all become better people. Eventually, I tried the process on my family, the parents who always argued and abandoned me....yes, they were some of my best work! And the damned souls who tortured me and made my life the living hell it was today, I dealt with them too. It was tricky with them. One almost called the police before I could finish carving her face into a work of perfection. Another tried fighting me, before succumbing to the thosands of volts of electricity I sent into his body. But one by one, they all became better people. People I could never dream to be. They started as people like me, afraid of what lies beyond. But in the end, I gave them the encouragement they needed. But this is just the start! I have much work to do, and I won't rest until everyone on the planet is in a better place. And when that's done, I'll stay behind, because I would never want to disgrace their happy place with my presence. After all, it's not as if I'm some kind of monster.
Ehehehehe....good story, eh? He certainly loved helping people. You have to admire the kind of dedication he has to his work. After all, most people on this Earth tend to stumble around with no purpose or meaning in their miserable lives. If you ever see someone like that, you can always refer them to that guy in the story, ehehehehehehehe....eh? You want to know who that guy was? Well, let's just say it's probably someone you know, someone you're very close to. Until next time! *door closes*
