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posted on Oct, 13 2004 @ 08:20 PM
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CONTROL

***AUDIO LOG BEGINS***

I woke up this morning, like any other morning. I know Iíve been recording my dreams like this, but this didnít feel right. I woke up sore. Things seemed...different. I donít know. All I have are brief flashes. Screaming. Rage. Distended mouth and split teeth. Maybe I thrashed around in a nightmare, who knows. Itís giving me shivers.

***AUDIO LOG ENDS***



***AUDIO LOG BEGINS***

Another nightmare. That makes the second in two weeks. It was the same as the last one, images of darkness and rage. Very violent and disturbing. Iím getting a little worried, despite the fact that theyíre no more than flashes.

***AUDIO LOG ENDS***

***AUDIO LOG BEGINS***

///unidentifiable scraping noises///

T-today I found things on my mirror. They were written in black. I called the police, and they came, and they took pictures and they asked me questions. I was fine, but Iím afraid. Who would do this, and why? What did they write? How did they get in?

///sniffling noises, something drops and hits tiles///

#! Aww, Iím so scared. The cop said they were runes. Symbols. I donít know what they mean, but they wonít come off.

***AUDIO LOG ENDS***


I promise more, really. Just tired.

DE



posted on Oct, 13 2004 @ 08:35 PM
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Really good so far. You make it better leaving us on a cliffhanger.



posted on Oct, 13 2004 @ 09:41 PM
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DE, you're such a tease


I really liked the style used and where you leading



posted on Oct, 14 2004 @ 12:27 AM
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DeusEx,

I can't wait to read more. Hurry up! The suspense is going to get to me!


Good so far!



posted on Oct, 14 2004 @ 01:54 AM
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Nice, Deus. It reminds me a bit of the Silent Hill game.



posted on Oct, 14 2004 @ 03:06 AM
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Yeh the silent hill series was truly chillling, I liked it's style. Dues, nice work, but you gotta give us more !



posted on Oct, 14 2004 @ 03:06 AM
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Yeh the silent hill series was truly chillling, I liked it's style. Dues, nice work, but you gotta give us more !



posted on Oct, 16 2004 @ 03:20 PM
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***AUDIO LOGS BEGINS***

#crap#crap#crapthe policethepolice they...no, canít call them. Canít call them, theyíll think I did it. Okay, Connie. Calm down. Calm down. It is the twelfth of October, ten in the morning. My name is Connie Mannings. I was sleeping, and I felt something against my face. I rolled over, and I found a HUMAN EYE in my bed. I just threw it in the garbage, chucked it down the chute. There was no blood or anything...just a human eye on the pillow beside me. Oh god, whatís happening?

***AUDIO LOG ENDS***



***AUDIO LOG BEGINS***

The dreams are getting worse. I canít sleep without seeing horrible things. So, I stay up. Iím losing control. I walk down the buildingís halls at night, watch them twist and turn because I canít see proper. Itís hard. I sit on my computer, I drink coffee, I do anything to keep from going to sleep. Iíve washed the cats twice this week...

***AUDIO LOG ENDS***


DE



posted on Oct, 16 2004 @ 07:52 PM
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You did it again DeusEx. You're one helluva story teller, but you cut us short! Don't keep us hanging for long! We need more! More I tell ya! More! Hurry up! I'm going into DT's! AAAaaaahhh!!



posted on Oct, 17 2004 @ 07:34 AM
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I love the premise of your story
Good one DE!



posted on Oct, 18 2004 @ 09:15 PM
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so far so good DE, can't see where this leads us



posted on Oct, 24 2004 @ 12:27 PM
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***AUDIO LOG BEGINS***

I was at work, up late. Nothing to do, so Iíve been working overtime. Today, I drifted off. Not to sleep, but you know when youíre really tired, and you just sort fo sit there? Well, I was doing that. Derek was up then too. He saw me, and caught my hand. Thatís when I stopped and the pain hit. I had been stabbing myself with my pen. Blood was trickling down my arm from about six deep holes. Poor old guy was shocked, asked me what I was doing, asked if I wanted a lift to the hospital. I was in shock. I didnít know what to say. I just told him to get the first aid kit. What was I supposed to do? Walk into the ER and say ďHi, I stabbed myself in the arms and I donít know why.Ē Yeah, sure. Thatís a quick road to the madhouse. A visit with Uncle Bernie would do me wonders! Oh, Christ. I feel like Iím losing control. Why wonít this stop?

***AUDIO LOG ENDS***


***AUDIO LOG BEGINS***

Oh lord...

///squeaking, then a rush of water///

Gotta get clean, Connie. Get clean. Make a log, itís proof. Okay.

///loud breathing///

Itís going to be okay. Itís going to be okay. Itís the twelfth of October, nine in the morning. I woke up today, and felt a hand against my face. For a second, I thought it was Colin. He always used to do that. I wasnít thinking, I just told myself he was back, and rubbed up against the hand. Then I felt something wet and cold against my face. My eyes opened, and there was that hand. It was covered in cold blood. For that matter, so was I.

///crying sounds, pounding on tile///

I yanked the sheets off, except they were covered in blood. I was covered in blood. I saw why. There were two eyes on the pillow. Big, brown eyes. Two arms and two legs in the bed, hunks of bone sticking out of them. But no body. Just splashes of blood on the furniture, ceiling, everywhere. There were deep gouges in the bed and the limbs were all tied up. I screamed and ran and hid in the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, and realized I had blood all over me too. And the runes were back, done in human #. I could smell it. I kept running. I searched my house, couldnít find anything except a big knife I didnít know I had. It was covered in blood too. I couldnít find the body, so...so...I came here, and Iím getting clean. Gotta get the blood off, then I can worry about everything else. Itís like Iím possessed. I canít take. Take. Take this anymore.

/// voice dissolves into hiccupped sobbing and babbling///

***AUDIO LOG ENDS***


***AUDIO LOG BEGINS***

My name is Connie Walkers. Iím thirty four, unmarried. I live in apartment 1616 of this building. Iím sorry. I canít take it anymore. Iím going insane, and I donít want to hurt anyone else. Colin, I love you.

***AUDIO LOG ENDS***


DE



posted on Oct, 24 2004 @ 12:47 PM
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DeusEx,

Good ending! I had to go back and read the previous posts to catch up. Gotta hand it to you, you write a seriously suspenseful short story!



posted on Oct, 30 2004 @ 09:54 AM
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wow, creepy, Very Well written DeusEx!!!
I loved it



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