I'm pretty sure that I'm insane because I see these crazy faces everywhere in impossible places and all shapes, colors, and sizes. At one time, I thought I was seeing things in the spiritual world. Like maybe I had some 3rd eye vision shit or something. But everyone I've talked to about it, and I've talked to a LOT of spiritual specialists, can't seem to explain what they are, let alone see what I see.
Let me give an example, as I'm writing this, I can see out of the corner of my eye, the face of a small asian child. I can tell its asian because it has black hair, white skin, black eyes, and a "bowl" haircut. I don't know if you've ever seen the movie "the grudge" but it's kind of like that. It looks like it's screaming its lungs out at me but I can't hear a sound. It's not trying to get closer to me, its just peeking its head from behind the refrigerator. And when I say behind, I mean the small 3 inch space that's between the back of the refrigerator and the wall.
I know I make it sound like its not a big deal because I've never been hurt by them. They just are kind of always stuck. I mean they move, but only to turn their heads or eyes to follow me wherever I go. But their expression never changes and their main body seems to be physically anchored to whatever spot they are. Like red light green light. As long as I look at them, they can't move from that spot. I can still feel an aura of murderous rage emanating from them but they never move to attack me. When I look away, either they are gone, or they've simply morphed into a different spot. Sometimes its closer, but they can never get too close, because of the range of my vision.
I can never see the rest of their body either. For all I know they might only be faces with necks that attach to whatever physical object they are sticking out from. For example, and this happens a lot more than I'd like, I often wake up at night and I'll see a face in the ceiling looking down at me. The most recent one was of a woman with long unkempt black hair that almost reached my face. It had no eyes, but instead were two black pits that were stretched and elongated about two times as long as they were wide. I could tell it was looking at me though. It's face was also twice as long as a normal face, and the skin was pulled back from the center. What I mean by that was it looked like someone had just grabbed her by the mouth and pulled up hard so that the skin covering the top of her lips including the nose had just ripped right off, but there were chunks of bloody skin filled with maggots near and above the eye sockets. The hole where her nose should have been was making a strange gurgling whistling noise. And as usual, it was just looking at me.
I've long since learned to just close my eyes and count backwards from 10 to 0. 90% of the time the face will just be gone, or at least it will move to somewhere further away at which point I will just continue to do that until it's either left or I can't see it at all. Out of sight out of mind right.
You'd think this only happens when I'm alone, or in the middle of the night. But I see these faces everywhere, all the time. I see faces pressed up against bus windows as they pass by on my way to school. Grotesque, distorted, molding and full of hate. One time I saw a face as big as a house. It looked like a balloon with exaggerated features drawn onto it, except that it had physical features, only bloated so much that the whole thing seemed one smooth surface. It kind of looked like what a person with a stocking over their face would look like. Like in the movies when they rob a bank. Except it's eyes stared at me while I crossed the road to walk on the other side.
I've tried to draw some of the faces I've seen because some are actually kind of funny but most would probably make a grown man cry if he turned around and saw one 3 inches from his own face. OMG, I have to tell you about this one time, there was an old woman's face coming out of a dog's ass. I mean it wasn't actually coming out, the face pretty much covered the whole back side of the dog, including where the tail was sticking out of the face wagging back and forth through the mouth hole. But it was literally just stuck with it's mouth on this dog's ass. The dog didn't stop to take a shit, but I really really wish it had. The dog was a small terrier and the face was miniature. I almost felt bad for it. Almost.
The ones that I hate the most are the ones where I look over my shoulder for whatever mundane reason, and as I turn my head back to look straight, there is a face right on the front of my shirt, just craning its neck up to stare at me from right below. Like I could kiss its forehead if I was so inclined. (I should mention that I've seen some really beautiful almost model like faces as well.) I don't feel any physical weight, and it doesn't weigh down the shirt. It just seems to move at exactly the same rate and distance that my shirt moves, making it seem like it's attached to it.
Another thing I hate is when they whisper to me. I can never exactly make out what they are saying, but I can tell its nothing I would ever want to hear. But the ones that whisper always seem to be trying to tell me something very important. Like my life depended on me leaning close and putting my ear right on their mouth to hear what they have to say. Obviously I'm not the dumb blond teen in a horror movie, and there's no way in hell I'd ever do that.
The faces also never seem to correlate to anything. Like if I was at a friends house and he insisted we watch a horror movie and the face of a demon pops up in the movie, I won't see that exact face ever in reality, and even if I do see something similar to what was shown in the horror movie, I can tell it has nothing to do with that.
And it's always human faces. Like its never an anthropomorphic animal face. It's always distinctly humanoid, if not overtly gruesome. And the eyes, they eyes always follow me everywhere I go. Hell I've even seen a giant "no-face" in a cloud one time. It was the shape of a face, but completely smooth.
I've seen faces that were just one giant mouth with hundreds of sharp long needle teeth. I've seen faces where teeth fill the place where eyes should have been. I've seen completely normal faces that simply looked confused or hurt. But for whatever reason, they never blink.
Update: Lately the faces have begun moving on their own. At first I thought that maybe it was just a one time thing. But it was the middle of the night, and I awoke as usual to see a face that was hiding in my half opened closet door, kind of in the back. Besides the fact that I can always feel where they are, it had shiny white skin that kind of picked up the light and the all too familiar oval shape sunk into the darkness was barely visible. I went to rub my eyes, and did the usual count down from 10 to 1, and as I opened my eyes, I saw it stop. Not, I opened my eyes and it had moved to a different place and wasn't moving. No, it had moved, yes, but for about 1/2 of a second I know I saw it coming to an immediate halt.
At first I thought it was just because its neck was moving and it was super dark while the face was very shiny white, giving the illusion that it moved. Even as I stared at it, it kind of looked like it was moving. Like if you take a white color pen, tape it to a wall, then turn off all the lights and stare at it. It will kind of look like it is moving maybe half an inch in whatever direction your head is moving. Just an optical illusion. And so I chalked it up to being sleepy. I counted down from 10 to 1 again and when I opened my eyes, it was gone. So I went back to sleep as usual, but something bothered me. My brain was telling me that it wasn't an illusion, that for the first time I had caught it moving.
It bugged me all throughout the next day. I just couldn't get the idea that they could move while I was watching them. Could they have moved the whole time, but they simply chose not to? Why would they do such a thing? Why would they start to move now? It was really fucking with my mind.
And just as I was getting used to seeing them everywhere, even to the point where it became just another normal routine in my life, this happened. I had excused myself from class to go to the bathroom and as I entered the cubicle to take a shit, I saw the face of a clown in the toilet. Just a normal looking clown but with an evil scowl. I kind of laughed it off and thought that if I sat on it, I could call it an ass-clown. Except its expression began to change. As I've said before, they don't move, and they don't change expression. But this one was slowly, like seriously super slowly, changing from a scowl, to a wide long grin. I began to see its lips pull up to reveal its teeth which were made of thin bony fingers. And as its mouth started to smile wider, the fingers themselves began to stretch out and reach for the lid of the toilet seat. I noped the shit out of that stall and almost ran back to class. I all of a sudden had no urge whatsoever to take a shit and since then, I always stare down at the toilet bowl while I go. And if it's a tiny toilet then I kind of squat and hover over it, lest I start to feel tiny fingers lightly grazing my ass. But that didn't prepare me for what happened that night.
I probably should have mentioned that I have a younger brother. I've talked to him a few times about the faces that I see just to see if he has seen them also. But he usually just cries and I have to stop the conversation before he gets upset and gets me in trouble. We have a bunk bed that we share because our room is small and it saves space. It's kind of old so it creaks a lot whenever my brother is moving around at the bottom. My brother likes to switch from sleeping on the bottom to sleeping on the top sometimes and on this particular night he was sleeping on the top. I had awoken cause my brother kept moving around and the squeaking sound was getting to be a bit unbearable. I yelled at him to just go to sleep and he apologized but I guess he couldn't get comfortable because he kept moving. Finally I said if he can't sleep on the top then he should come to the bottom. The bottom has a better mattress. He peered his head out the side to reply to me, and even though I could hear what he was saying, nothing registered in my brain. I mean I knew he was saying words, but all I could do was stare in horror as my brothers face had completely disappeared. He climbed down spider like from the top and began to insist that I get out and go sleep on the top bunk. Again I could hear words coming out, but nothing on his "face" was moving, and I couldn't understand how he was making any kind of noise at all.
Apparently he go the sense that something was wrong and frightening me, and because he didn't want to hear about faces in the middle of the night, he just crawled back up into the top bunk and that was the end of that. The next morning his face was there as usual, which made me breathe a HUGE sigh of relief. The only problem was, my parent's faces were gone.
Since then people's faces have been disappearing and reappearing more and more frequently. I'm 100% certain that its just something that's going on inside my head because no one else seems to be able to see it. On top of this, the faces that used to never move have begun to sprout tiny little bodies that look kind of how like baby groot from guardians of the galaxie's arms look like but with stick figure proportions. The faces have begun to move around and often fall over. It's almost like they are evolving as a species, and learning to walk for the first time. It would be incredibly cute, if it weren't for the fact that the faces look like they're about to rape a baby seal and eat its carcass for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
They still freeze up whenever I look at them, but this time, if I'm not looking directly at them, like I can still see them from my peripheral vision, they start to run around again. At first they seemed to run around aimlessly, waving their tiny arms for balance and wobbling around on tiny skinny legs that in no way could have held up that huge head, but apparently doing so anyway. But over the weeks, the bodies seem to be growing a bit bigger, getting a bit stronger, and moving with better coordination.
I'm not sure what all this means. But it's beginning to alarm me. I've gone out of my way to meet with leaders in the witch, wiccan, shamanism, and christian communities, and no one can explain what it is I'm seeing. I even convinced my parents to let me see a shrink, because of "pressures at school and bullying" which is a load of crap, but they went along with it, being the loving parents they are. It became quite obvious after a few sessions that it was going nowhere fast. And I was wasting precious time. Because now they are moving, and they are moving with a purpose.
Another update: I think I'm not supposed to be able to see them. Like I think they are real beings, not just my imagination. I still don't know why I can see them, but I can, and they don't like it one bit. I think I'm threatening some kind of plan they have, because now when I see them, unless I'm staring directly at them, they will walk purposefully and directly towards me. It's gotten to the point where I spend most of my time with my back against a wall staring out and trying not to blink. Oh yah, btw this is great news. Even blinking gives them a few seconds of "walking power". They stop moving when I look at them directly, but for a second or so, they keep moving but slow down to a halt. Or as I blink, they start to pre emptively move, then stop again, usually gaining one or two foot steps in the process. How they know when I'll blink, I have no idea. I've begun to use eye droppers to help me keep them open more often.
I'm afraid to sleep, I don't know what they will do. Once as an experiment, I let one walk right up to my shoe. It just stopped and looked up and glared at me, all the while grinning it's stupid malevolent toothy fucking smile. Like it knew something I didn't. It probably does. I'm probably fucked. God help me when I sleep.
I try to stay awake as long as humanely possible at night. I can usually make it until the sun starts to come up, and that's when I manage to get in a few hours of sleep before I have to get up for school. I do most of my sleeping in public places now. During class, at a starbucks table, in booths and public libraries during the day. I’ve almost grown accustomed to it. What I haven’t grown accustomed to is the alarming number of faces waiting for me every morning as I get out of bed. Faces of all shapes and sizes, each with proportionately miniature bodies, all waiting for something. Waiting for what, I don’t know. I’ve tried to stomp on them but I might as well be stomping on air. Nothing physical affects them, but I’ve come to realize that they can affect physical objects. I know this because one time while I was making myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for myself, a face grabbed a kitchen knife very slowly, kind of like it was lifting 100 pounds and was having trouble. But I stared at it in disbelief until it held the knife high over its head and threw it at me. Yah the knife fell pretty much flat at its feet, but the thought that crossed my mind was that they are adapting to our world.
I didn’t tell a soul about this, but I did proceed to setup a video camera to record me while I was sleeping to see what they were doing when I wasn’t watching. What I saw almost made me lose my sanity. After about 20 minutes of tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep thanks to the aid of using a sleeping pill. The moment I fell asleep, the faces appeared except they didn’t pop up instantaneously like they usually seem to do. Instead they kind of phased in through the walls, ceiling, and floor. There must have been about 25 or so of them and they began to congregate on the floor in an orderly line. They still had their random crazy expressions with all kinds of different faces, and sizes.
Then one by one, they crawled up onto the bed and, I shit you not, they gently pried my mouth open with their tiny stick figure arms, and slipped their little bodies into my mouth and sat on my face almost exactly like a mask would slip over your own face. It almost looked exactly like their face was my face, except it was obviously a head on top of another head. Then all of a sudden it’s head began to deform and it literally did turn into a mask, morphing in shape until it fit snuggly over mine.
This must have given it some kind of power over me, because I began to sit up on my bed and I/it looked out over the other faces and began to whisper something. The camera couldn’t pick up the noise even after I tried audio tweeking it. Whatever it was saying was making the other faces crazy excited and they began having what I can only describe as twitchy orgasms. And then the scariest part happened. It began to open its mouth wide. It stretched incredibly long and so big that the nose and eyes began being pushed up into the forehead until something white started to emerge. It looked like a giant egg, but it had a face on it, and as it dropped down to the floor, some of the other faces reached up to catch it and scurried away into the wall.
The face then looked almost like it was dying, it shuddered and my body began to lie down again on the bed, and it pulled itself out, but it’s body looked like what you would see if you were pulling a tree out of the ground. Its limbs had grown little roots all over and apparently had been drawing sustenance by somehow digging into my mouth and throat. It must have sprung hundreds of these tiny little roots. It rolled off the bed and disappeared. And then the next face climbed up onto the bed. This happened until all of them finished laying their face eggs and left. The entire process took no more than 2 hours.
Needless to say the moment I saw this video, I threw up multiple times. They were reproducing! In my fucking mouth! What the actual fuck! This made me think back to the time my brother had no face. And when my parents had no face. Were they actually sucking the face “essence” off of people, and for some reason I could perceive it psychically? Was this not just happening to me, but to people all over the world?
I grabbed the tape out of the video recorder and immediately ran over to my best friends house to see if he could see what I was seeing. A few minutes into the video my friend was getting antsy. He saw my body rise up, and my mouth open wide, but nothing else. He began to get bored and asked if we could watch cartoons on adult swim instead. But in mid sentence he froze up, eyes wide with terror. He whispered hoarsely to me without moving. “Do you. Do you … see that?”. Sure enough, right below the tv stand, peering out from behind one of the legs was a face riding on the back of a fairly large cockroach. Almost like a fucked up little cowboy. The cockroach was just going about its business as usual, but the face seemed to take intense evil joy out of mocking us while riding it. It made obscene immature gestures with its tiny little arms while sticking out its tongue at us. Except its tongue was covered in worms that seemed to protrude out from these little holes in its mouth. Some of the worms came loose and as they fell to the floor, they burrowed into it and disappeared.
He just about lost his shit, jumped up, flung his arms down emphatically, lifted his head up to the ceiling and with unseeing eyes, screamed the shit out of his lungs, then passed out. As he passed out and collapsed onto the floor, the cockroach/face began to scurry towards his mouth. Part of myself wanted to see what would happen to my friend if this face began to mate with it, or use it, or whatever. Would his face disappear? Would it lay another egg? Could I catch the egg? And if he wasn’t my best friend, I probably would have let it happen. (I’m not the nicest guy in the world, I’m pretty much an asshole so.) But seeing as he was my best friend, and one of the only other people who could see what I see, at least to some extent, I squashed that obscene cockroach combo with my shoe. My foot went straight through the face of course but the cockroach was real enough to obey the laws of physics as my weight crushed it and little cockroach guts squirted out from the new asshole I ripped it.
The face looked at me in anger for a second, looked back at my friends mouth, almost like it was debating whether to jump into it or not, then jumped into the floor, like it was jumping into a hole that I couldn’t see and disappeared. I immediately shook my friend and he came to almost instantly, drawing in a huge breath to get ready to scream again. I put my hand over his mouth and shook my head emphatically, making sure to put a super serious look on my face. He glanced at me, still holding in the huge lungful of air, almost mulling it over whether he should scream it out or just let it out. Then he nodded at me, and I removed my hand from his face. He let it out, took a few shaky breaths. Then asked me again, if I saw it. I told him that I’ve been seeing it for the last few months. And that there were everywhere.
His eyes got big as saucers as fear and understanding filled them and as his eyes got bigger, his mouth compressed smaller and smaller. He actually started to look like one of those weird somehow offish faces. I could tell that tears were beginning to form on his face as his brain raced to try and comprehend if this was real or if he was dreaming. I didn’t want to do this, but it was the quickest way to get his mind back on track. I slapped him hard across the face. Then I said with a voice of authority without raising the volume of it. “LISTEN. I’ve been seeing these things for a while now and they are changing. Evolving almost.” He only nodded his head a bit, so I continued. “I want you to watch the video again.” His silence was the only permission I needed. I played the tape again, and this time his eyes stretched even wider in disbelief and disgust as he saw face after face laying eggs. After the tape finished, he sat down quietly, almost somber. I think his brain was digesting what he just saw over the last few hours.
The first thing that came out of his mouth was. “Fuck man. Fuck this. Fuck this fucking shit.” Then he stared at me in anger. “Why did you show this to me man?! What the fuck!” I could tell he was having trouble processing the trauma and was pushing it onto me. I just let him. “What the actual fuck is going on?! FUCK!” Yah, my friend curses a lot even under normal conditions. “This is some fucked up shit man! Like this is some end of the world, apocalypse, army of the dead, aliens shit!” “Who else knows about this dude?” “No one.” I told him. “It’s just you and me so far. I’ve tried to talk to my brother about it but he can’t see them. In fact, I was surprised that you could see them at all. I don’t know if watching the video triggered something in you that allows you to see them, but if so, then we have to get this video on public tv somehow.” He thought for a second and said, “Let’s get a group of guys together tonight, I’ll call them up under the pretense that we’re going to have a sleep over. Fuck if I’m ever going to sleep alone again. We’ll show everyone the video and see what happens. Goddamn this is some fucked up shit I wish I never saw.”
I could tell his anger against me was abating and that he understood that friends were there for each other when they needed them to be. This was why he’s always been my best friend. Fiercely loyal, a bit of a temper and funny as hell. Kind of a genius too in some ways, he just never seemed to apply himself in school. But he would always be talking about science stuff that was way beyond anything that I knew about in high school. And he was always talking about conspiracy theories, and apocalyptic scenarios and how to prepare for them. If he had any money at all, I’m sure he would have poured it all into building a nuclear proof bunker in his basement. One of the reasons I wanted to share the tape with him first.
I agreed to his idea. I could see that his mind was picking up speed and it was picking up speed fast. He said we’ll have to start sleeping together as much as possible. “That’s what she said.” I said. He gave me a quick grin and punched me in the arm. “You know what I mean, we need to establish sleeping shifts to watch over the other person so that their army, or whatever, doesn’t keep growing. We also need to establish surveillance on other people to see if the same thing is happening to just us, or others.” I told him that I felt that it was a recent thing, because they had just recently developed the ability to move and move while being watched. That made sense to him, but I could tell he was thinking of ways to create defensive measures while sleeping. I still hadn’t slept much after the night before and my body was once again shutting down. It seemed that I was always tired during the day. I asked him if I could crash on the couch for about an hour, and he agreed in a distracted sort of way. The moment I closed my eyes, I started to drift off into an uncomfortable sleep, and yet I somehow felt safer knowing that I wasn’t in this alone. Finally.
That’s when the shit REALLY hit the fan. I was immediately woken up by screaming and sounds of heavy items being flung across the room. My eyes were bloodshot and bleary and I could only make out everything in a fuzzy filmy way, like plastic wrap was covering my eyes. The faces had returned, maybe because I was sleeping, but there were about 100 of them almost literally covering the whole floor. I tried to yell out to ask what was happening, when my friend saw that I was awake, he screamed at me that it’s on my face. It’s on my face? What? Something in my tired brain clicked and I realized that at this very moment one of those things was on my face and I was seeing through its eyes. I instantly clawed at my face, trying to pull it off, and for the first time in my life, I was able to touch it. It felt surprisingly cold and brittle. Like pottery, and yet it had a solid/liquid feel like it was moving but firm. Kind of like when your feet stand on sand, and then the ocean wave comes over and the sand feels squirmy under your toes as you begin to sink. Or when you pour corn starch into water, and it becomes like a weird solid/liquid clay.
That’s what it felt like and as I began to pull, I felt and heard little popping sounds as its roots started to disconnect from inside my mouth and throat. I began to freak out and with a final strong tug, I flung it across the room, and it shattered. Like a real Japanese clay mask, it shattered and I could see clearly again. At that very moment, all the faces stopped what they were doing, slowly turned to look at me. If I thought I saw hate and anger in their expressions before, this was something entirely different. It was as if I could read the minds of each face in the room and they were all thinking the same thing. We are going to kill you and rape your soul. I thought they were all going to charge at me but instead they all just sank through the floor, but even as they fused through the floor, their eyes never left me.
My friend ran over to me, he had hid in the kitchen as soon as the faces had shown up and had been throwing chairs and knives and bowls at the faces in the living room to no effect of course. He asked me if I was ok, and I told him “Yah, I think so. But look, the one I threw across the room is still there.” We walked over cautiously, but it was obvious that it was dead, or whatever passed for dead for them. It had shattered into about 20 pieces. As we sifted through them, apparently what had happened was that the moment it shattered, the face froze in whatever expression it had at the moment of its death. We could still clearly see the face, and so we decided to glue the pieces together to study it. After a few minutes and fumbling around, we managed to put about 80% of it back together. It looked like the most real mask you’ve ever seen. Like a professional movie grade special effects team had put it together. It almost looked like it was still alive, the face was so expressive.
I was wondering where its body went to, and at that very moment I saw something twitch from the corner of my eye. Its body had somehow been flung under the couch, or did it crawl there in a last ditch attempt to escape? Like a chicken with its head chopped off. At any rate I went over to pick it up with my friend still studying the “mask/face”. I was afraid to pick it up at first, thinking its roots might try to stick into my skin, but decided that it was probably too weak to move that much or even attempt something like that. I picked it up by one of the furthest roots from the main body. It was already turning to a crisp brown, like a leaf that had been drying out in the sun. It almost just looked like any other normal plant root pulled out of the ground. I took it over to my friend and showed him the body. He said that he had some scientific analysis kit that he had saved up money for over the course of 3 summers down in his basement. We decided to take a small piece from the mask and cut a small piece of root from the body.
He proceeded to crush it up and mixed it in some kind of gelatinous material which he poured into a petri dish, and placed in this kind of printer looking like machine. He powered it up and ran some computer program that was connected to it. After a few minutes a bunch of numbers and charts started to pop up. He stared at it for a while. It just looked like gibberish to me. He told me that his analysis machine was a cheap one so he couldn’t get any detailed information, but the mask showed that it was non organic material comprised of 70% mineral and 30% unidentified. The body turned out to give us more information. It was organic with a similar cell structure as to a plant, except it didn’t contain any dna or any of the internal cellular structures you would see in a plant cell. It was just cell like in structure and each cell contained an unidentified liquid contained in a cell wall.
As we started to discuss our findings and what we should do about it, the door leading up to the hallway from the basement slammed open and heavy footsteps began to descend. We were about to lose our collective shit, when we heard his mother’s voice scream down at him demanding to know what the fuck happened to the living room. I saw where he got his sailor’s swearing from and at the same time we realized that we had totally forgotten that there were broken chairs and plates all over the floor. We had more important matters to figure out after all. We immediately rushed up the stairs and my friend made the mistake of telling his mother the truth, which she abruptly cut off in mid story, and demanded that he clean it all up this instant, and grumbled off into her bedroom complaining of how much it would cost to replace everything and how his father would hear about this.
He shrugged sheepishly at me, and for the first time we broke out into laughing. It had been a while since I felt normal in a long time, and unbeknownst to me, it would be the last time. As I helped him clean up the mess, he called our friends and we decided a sleep over at my house would be prudent after what had just happened. But this time he decided to tell them the truth about why we were organizing, stating that he had proof of the existence of these face beings. That night things quickly escalated as a fresh new horror made itself known.
My parents had allowed the sleep over under the pretense that I needed stress relief. They had noticed how erratic my behavior had been recently and they took the tiredness in my body as a sign that I was under a lot of stress. They even bought us tons of snacks and made all my favorite foods. We weren’t a rich family so it was mostly stuff like macaroni, mashed potatoes, and oven baked whole chicken from the grocery store, which was fine with me. Me and my group of friends were never trouble makers so they just told me to be asleep before midnight and not to watch anything scary. I thought back to the video I recorded and wondered if that would qualify. It almost made me break out into a giddy high pitched laugh but I stopped myself, realizing how close I was to the edge of insanity. Maybe I was starting to break. It would be good to be able to share this burden with others. They probably wouldn’t appreciate it, but like I said, I’m a self centered asshole. I’m not the hero of this story.
My best friend of course came over as soon as he finished cleaning up the mess in his living room, and we had about 2 hours to kill before the rest of the group would be arriving. Only four said they could make it tonight. It was johnny, we called him “cash” for fun because of his tendency to pull any con he could to get his hands on a dollar and because of johnny cash the song artist. There was billy who moved into the neighborhood less than a year ago, but everyone liked because he was kind of an alpha male with that whole “aloof” cool thing going on that all the girls went crazy for. He was always with a new girl every month. There was my good friend O.J. who was this crazy Asian kid that was the prankster/jokester of the group, always doing stunts in public for attention and laughs. His real name was some long Chinese sounding shit that no one really knew but he was korean. There was tyrell, one of the few black kids in the neighborhood who had moved here when his family had received a great job offer in the area. He came straight from the ghettos of Baltimore so we always thought he was really cool. He wasn’t exactly “gangsta” but he had a swag and a way that he talked that we always attributed to one of those famous rappers or whatever. Yah it was a pretty white fricking town. Like 90% white in the middle of a suburbs in Maryland. What the fuck did we know about being gangster.
I guess it’s a bit late, but let me introduce myself. My name is alexander, and no that’s not my real name. I’ve left it out incase some of you crazies try to look me up. But I like the name, and that’s what I’m going with so deal with it. My best friend’s name is Wallace. Kind of a weird name if you ask me, and feel free to look him up, LOL. So anyway, Wallace came over after he cleaned up his mess and as soon as he got to my house I saw him holding a box full of some stuff. I asked him what it was for, and he waved the question away, saying “You’ll see soon enough, once everyone gets here.” I trust him, and didn’t ask anymore questions. Like I said he was some kind of genius and I’m sure that whatever he brought would be useful. I asked him if he brought the dead face and he pointed to the box as he set it down in the corner of the living room, out of the way like. I noticed he changed his clothes, and he admitted to having a little “accident” after the whole incident. Fair enough.
I've apparently reached the limit of text that I can put in one post. I'll put up the 2nd part tomorrow. If I'm still alive.
Submitted October 28, 2017 at 03:01AM by Teknospawn http://ift.tt/2yXcDVD nosleep
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