A short story.
You have known my for so long, but i have never told you. I have never told anybody. These being my final words on this earth, i am going to tell you. When you first meet me all those years ago, then i could hear and i could see things. I would hear conversations taking place from peoople who are not there. I could see "shadows" around me of people. I could see that some places shinned brightly on the inside. And that there are even some people i meet who shined from the inside as well. As i grew older, i found that when i picked something up, i could see who last touched it. I could even smell them.
It was hard for me to function as a normal person. You remember me starting and quitting all those jobs. Its because of when i touched something the last person I had. I knew who they were, there are so many terriable people. So many people with such terriable secrets... I could not take it anymore. you went off to college, and I... well I. Was on the internet one day, and bored i went through the local police cold case files. I wrote them an email telling them in a very elegant and educated way, that i can help them. If i could just feel the evidence. Of course at first this didn't go well, there was alot of correspondance and most of it was very humiliated but i persisted. Finally, i guess maybe to get rid of me. They let me do it. I went down to the station, and there was a ink pen. I touched it, I saw everything, i described to them the room it was found it, the way it was laying. The person who last touched it, i described to them everything that pen saw. Even the murder. I guess i was conviceing... they followed what i had to say, and shortly after made an arrest. I helped them with all their cold case's and up onto their recent unsolved ones. while you were away partying and having fun. I was hunting monsters in a way those monsters did not expect. I felt... like i was making a differeance, that i was making the world a better place.
For three years i did this, I came up with some bullshit to tell you and my family that im selling my art. So that way the questions wouldn't arise who i was paying my bills. And my new car... Then one night at 3 am i got a phone call from the FBI. They told me they would make me an agent, with the salary... if i could work on this case for them.
I read through the case files, as i was reading it, it got really quiet.. you know what i mean. I stopped hearing those voices, then i saw the crime scene photos. There are no words to describe what i saw. Not even the most deranged poet could muse such things. There was a little sticky, on the back. the remote viewers they had on the payroll quiet, they did not want anything to do with it.
I went to their cell and i saw all the evidence. I went in calmly smiled at the agents, i felt kinda proud wearing that agent badge... They removed the evidence and took off the plastic. i layed my hand on a shoe. I looked i saw.. i saw and then, i knew there was something looking back at me. It was seeing me as i was seeing that murder. It called my name, i paniced i ran, i ran screaming. I saw the darkness. i saw the evil. I saw something that doesn't exist... Oh god and it saw me!
From then on i started seeing worse things, men and women who's faces were running with black oil, A man who's mouth grew so large it devoured his own head. And they were all looking at me. They could see me... And in the sky, and in the trees. i could see them.. oh god i could see them, i can see them now.
The other night.. since then i have not slept.. but the other night.. something was there, in my house, they tried to get inside me. I could feel them trying to claw their way in me. I have not slept for 6 days, i have not eaten.. i am barely drinking water.
This is my letter too you. You are not alone, there are terriable things, there is a darkness, and it wants us. It wants to devour us. To take that shinning away. By the time you get this. I am already dead, I am using my pistol that i was issued by the FBI, and im ending it.
Good bye you are the only person. Who can understand.
Don't let them see you.
It was hard for me to function as a normal person. You remember me starting and quitting all those jobs. Its because of when i touched something the last person I had. I knew who they were, there are so many terriable people. So many people with such terriable secrets... I could not take it anymore. you went off to college, and I... well I. Was on the internet one day, and bored i went through the local police cold case files. I wrote them an email telling them in a very elegant and educated way, that i can help them. If i could just feel the evidence. Of course at first this didn't go well, there was alot of correspondance and most of it was very humiliated but i persisted. Finally, i guess maybe to get rid of me. They let me do it. I went down to the station, and there was a ink pen. I touched it, I saw everything, i described to them the room it was found it, the way it was laying. The person who last touched it, i described to them everything that pen saw. Even the murder. I guess i was conviceing... they followed what i had to say, and shortly after made an arrest. I helped them with all their cold case's and up onto their recent unsolved ones. while you were away partying and having fun. I was hunting monsters in a way those monsters did not expect. I felt... like i was making a differeance, that i was making the world a better place.
For three years i did this, I came up with some bullshit to tell you and my family that im selling my art. So that way the questions wouldn't arise who i was paying my bills. And my new car... Then one night at 3 am i got a phone call from the FBI. They told me they would make me an agent, with the salary... if i could work on this case for them.
I read through the case files, as i was reading it, it got really quiet.. you know what i mean. I stopped hearing those voices, then i saw the crime scene photos. There are no words to describe what i saw. Not even the most deranged poet could muse such things. There was a little sticky, on the back. the remote viewers they had on the payroll quiet, they did not want anything to do with it.
I went to their cell and i saw all the evidence. I went in calmly smiled at the agents, i felt kinda proud wearing that agent badge... They removed the evidence and took off the plastic. i layed my hand on a shoe. I looked i saw.. i saw and then, i knew there was something looking back at me. It was seeing me as i was seeing that murder. It called my name, i paniced i ran, i ran screaming. I saw the darkness. i saw the evil. I saw something that doesn't exist... Oh god and it saw me!
From then on i started seeing worse things, men and women who's faces were running with black oil, A man who's mouth grew so large it devoured his own head. And they were all looking at me. They could see me... And in the sky, and in the trees. i could see them.. oh god i could see them, i can see them now.
The other night.. since then i have not slept.. but the other night.. something was there, in my house, they tried to get inside me. I could feel them trying to claw their way in me. I have not slept for 6 days, i have not eaten.. i am barely drinking water.
This is my letter too you. You are not alone, there are terriable things, there is a darkness, and it wants us. It wants to devour us. To take that shinning away. By the time you get this. I am already dead, I am using my pistol that i was issued by the FBI, and im ending it.
Good bye you are the only person. Who can understand.
Don't let them see you.