''We Thought he Got Lost in the Woods'' by Zyto Rex | DOC’S CAMPFIRE TALES [EXCLUSIVE STORY]

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if you go down to the woods today yeah sure for a big surprise especially I feel the protagonist in tonight's story wow so nice of you to join me around the campfire again you know how much I enjoy when you come home cheers me up no end to have company around the fire well tonight's story is horrific tragic sad and scary now coming a little closer because I got a story to tell you they go something like this tonight's story doesn't take place on the lands but the area surrounding it see he wasn't just the land that was evil it was the whole damn area I feel disgusted with myself for writing this and I've been writing on it for about three days trying to figure out the best way to convey the horror and get this off my chest it was spring hand in the woods spring is very colorful and noisy everything is blooming killing you with allergies and all the animals are shouting out that they want to get laid we had a few spring showers in the temperature was rather mild topping at around 78 for the whole season Thomas was a 17 year old boy who like most kids in my area liked to fish out of a big Creek aptly named big creek at the center of the conglomeration of small towns big creek ran through the woods for about 30 or so miles and was almost white enough to be called a river if you're familiar with the spring river it was about half as wide as that at its widest point I always imagined that if they hadn't called it big creek they would have called it a little river anyway Thomas was the best fisherman of his soul he was older than my brother of whom I was younger but we all still hung out and despite our age differences Thomas or Tommy loved the outdoors well you know the expression you can take the manor of the woods but you can't take the woods out of the man well that was Tommy in a nutshell as with most kids in this area Tommy had dropped out of school about a year prior to help around the farm yeah this town was really backwards but that didn't hinder our friendship in fact Tommy was one of our best friends we'd met Tommy about a year after he moved to the land and initially I thought he was an asshole our first meeting was well it ended up in a bad way for me and some unfortunate bastard I've always been able to see things glimpses of bad things to count I get this from my mother but both that and our first meeting with Tommy are two completely separate stories the point is Thomas was one of our first friends he and my brother went to school together for a few years until Tom decided to drop out I know calculus and chemistry and stuff I'm educated without a diploma he'd said one day has we met at our fishing spots my brother and I looked at him flabbergasted so Tommy dropped out and spent his days working in his uncle's farm fishing with us camping and mudding over the dirt ropes on which we live tommy was always full of energy and was a very excitable person he had a passion for wildlife and woodlands and conservation which was something that threw me for a loop when he dropped out he told us that his uncle was trying to repair the damages he'd done and that he needed help around the farm if they wanted to enjoy the simple things in life such as eating and having clean water his uncle was not a nice man in fact it was a miracle that Tommy I was even able to live with him as he had been convicted of doing something very nasty with two fourteen-year-old girls back in 83 the worst part about it as if it needed to be worse was the fact that they were his nieces he had been sent away until 95 whereupon he was released on good behavior after that he just kind of melted into the woods living off an inheritance and raising a farm Tommy hated his uncle and his uncle hated Tommy many were the nights where Thomas would just can't but his favorite sites about a mile down from our fishing spots Tommy often told and showed us the signs of his abuse such as cigarette burns in the middle of his match missing teeth or teeth that were broken in half and the worst one toe nails that have been separated from the flesh virus spike of some salt I didn't dare think about how his uncle had managed that a month or so after Tommy turned 18 something in him changed we noticed something was off one day when Tommy showed up at our fishing spot with bags under his eyes he wasn't as usual peppy self instead it was like he hadn't slept in a month we knew that wasn't the case because we'd all hung out at the same spot about two days beforehand and he'd been fine my brother and I stood barefoot on a large slippery rock that jutted out over the bank of the creek this part of the creek was good for fishing flathead catfish as it was both deep and a bit cloudy due to the looseness of the shoreline about an hour into our fishing we had someone approaching through the woods and turn to see Tommy walking toward us a wooden fishing rod in one hand and a tackle box in the novel his hair was a ragged mess as usual but his face was gray in his eyes baggy which wasn't at all usual hey Tommy you look like shit man what's up my brother asked a joking edge to his voice Tommy just grunted at this just had a rough night he replied he stood on the bank next to our rock his flip-flops digging into the silt he didn't really talk the entire time which was odd because he usually chatted us up to the point where we were afraid he'd drive away or the fish when we pride deeper to try and find the source of our friend strange behavior he just gave us the same answer as before three hours into fishing Tomi looked at his watch something he never did when the fish were biting and packed up his things he hadn't caught anything and by now he should have snatched five or six fish out of the water I have to go I'll see you two later and with that tommy was gone we didn't see Tommy again for a long time tommy was reported missing by his uncle no one knew why he didn't live with his parents but it was assumed he didn't want to live in a divorced family it was common for kids around this area to go out with friends for camping or hunting expeditions for days at a time but Tommy had never been gone for more than a week and his mother was growing concerned his uncle had told police that he'd simply run off one night and that he was growing concerned for the boy the police which was stay please as there was no station for this small town of ours searched for Tommy for three or four days organizing search parties of locals and out-of-towners who knew Tommy and wanted to help they looked in all the common haunts his mom's place his dad's place our fishing spots his favorite camping sites there was no trace of him anyway one night our brother and I were outside roasting marshmallows over the cause of a fire that had burned out a little bit before tommy was on our minds but we figured he'd finally just moved away with another relative as there was a rumor that his uncle wasn't the most gentle of souls so in our minds tommy was okay at this point he'd been gone for about two months we didn't miss him however and fishing just wasn't the same without it as we said in our log stools roasting the confectionaries over the glowing coals and gazing up at the stars we heard scuffling from our sides we lived in a massive Hill that was about three miles wide we only encompassed about two acres of it and about 700 feet at its highest point to our left was a neighbor that's where rights was bear woods for about half a mile this stretch of woods was where the scuffling came from and despite leaning over hot coals a chill ran through my chest and my head became swamped with dread have you ever woken up and knew without a doubt you are probably going to die that day well that feeling was me in that moment but I didn't fear any specific thing it was just their step drag step drag we heard whoever it was shuffle off into the forest leaves and sticks snapping and crunching underfoot they disappeared into the woods and we went back to roasting out marshmallows then about five minutes later we heard something grind like the sound of a sarcophagus lid opening in a Hollywood movie it shrieked through the night for a brief instant like an injured animal and silence formed in its wake we didn't hear anything after that but I still went to bed with an uneasy feeling for about a month nothing became of it and I just kind of forgot about it after that the following year felt a bit empty without Tommy we still went fishing out at the creek and sometimes when camping but it just felt weird mind you we still thoroughly enjoyed it Tommy's mother kind of just faded into the background and his name was whispered only in reflective conversations of people with nothing better to do than talk about the past it was a lazy autumn afternoon about a year and a half later we were on Thanksgiving break and to our surprise and joy the school had allotted us two weeks of vacation but if we knew what we would find on that break oh we would have gladly gone to school instead I was laying on the floor playing with my Legos and listening to old rock on my radio which had a rigged antenna made from aluminum foil and a wire hanger my brother was splicing together some of his duplicate Kid Rock and limp Biskit cassettes to make the best fucking mixtape ever our parents were in the den reading and talking about boring adult stuff bored I declared as I let my Bionicle fall to his death in a fiery lava pit betrayed by his brother meets ooh man want to go hiking or something I hadn't been out hiking since school started so I said yes without hesitation we told our parents our plans and they said to be home before midnight they were pretty lacks despite all the bullshit on the land the woods around us were vast once you got past the neighbors and stuff there were some pretty cool sights too for example there was a waterfall about a mile from our trailer that fell over the entrance to a shallow cave it was rumored that a black bear lived there but after thorough investigation by my dad and his friends it was confirmed that the only thing inhabit in the cave was a bunch of raccoons we gathered a few supplies such as a handful of slim jims each Pepsi flashlights and my dad let my brother take his pellet gun in case anything tried to come out of us we adorned our hiking boots and flannel shirts and set out the evening was fading fast into Twilight's what golden rays of Sun were left here's the sparse canopy of gold and red and purple leaves as a calm breeze smelling of decaying wood whispered through the trees birds chirped away in the sound of leaves and twigs crunching under our feet was music for my soul we were about a quarter mile into the half mile stretch of woods next to our house when my brother asked the question he want to go to Tommy's I hadn't thought about Tommy in nearly a month and the sudden thought of going to his old house just kind of saying that coal breeze through my very being why it would be cool besides we might find something like what I don't know just something reluctantly I agreed we continued on through the stretch of woods Tommy's house is about two miles from arrow six if you took the road instead of cutting through the woods we crossed over streams and a ravine through thick clusters of black jack trees and down inclines that dropped off without warning the forest was beautifully haunting in the Twilight the Sun had fallen beneath the horizon but it was still light enough to not have to use our flashlights after about an hour we reached Tommy's place Tommy had lived in a single-story house with an attached garage and a large barn behind it the house was white and stood out against the dark fields behind it which seemed to go on forever it wasn't nearly as big as a standard farmhouse but it was more than most people in the area had as we were mostly confined to trailers I felt the same sense of dread I had on that night a year and a half ago but there was something different about it felt like we were being watched if you don't look it can't get you I taught myself as I felt the darkness of the woods creep up on me from behind we crossed the dirt road separating the woods from Tommy's yards and soon we were standing in front of the house no one could afford alarm systems and we were so far removed from society that there would be a waste of money anyway so getting into the house was not a problem I was an avid lock pick and within a minute the front door swung open for us the first thing I noticed was the stench good lord the stench was terrible I pulled my shirt over my nose and stepped in clicking on my flashlight in cast an eerie yellow orb to the white interior walls of the house the darkness masking everything out that wasn't illuminated that place was dirty the floor was littered with fallen pictures and boxes of half packed as if someone had had to leave before they could carry the boxes or spiders inhabited the corners of the house in nearly every room and beetles crawled over the furniture other than the litter the house seemed to be in order three sofas sat in the den surrounding a giant box TV the den smelled musty and the ticks of beetles flying cause my skin to inch there was nothing unusual my brother stayed by me his pellet gun at the ready it was a pistol model so in the other hand he too held his lines we moved on to the bedrooms what we presumed to be his bedroom was lined with corn and saliva and Metallica posters along with a full collection of books such as The Odyssey in Iliad and currently released Harry Potter books and an ample collection of mystery in old westerns it was a bit surprising to find that Tommy had enjoyed reading it seemed almost as much as ours it was like we were discovering a whole new side of Tommy his bed was made and his closet was full of clothes I found it odd that Tommy would leave and leave all his stuff behind we moved on to the next bedroom but the door was either blocked or jammed this only made the dread in my gut heightened why would a bedroom door be jammed not wanting to press the matter we quietly walk to the kitchen the floorboards creaking beneath our boots whining and resistance that they had not been oppressed in nearly two years as we approach the threshold for the kitchen the stench grew stronger rot filled my nostrils and my brother gagged bending over to catch his breath we reluctantly entered the kitchen and immediately discovered the source of the smell the freezer atop the fridge was opened slightly and from it ran a river of black goo it had slush down the front of the fridge it's black a stark contrast to the pale white in my flashlights being hey I dare you to open it my brother said holding his nose so that he sounded like stitch yes no you open it rock-paper-scissors we set our lights on the kitchen table facing us and played RPS for the honor of not opening the freezer he won grabbing my lights I made my way to the fridge unit my flashlight bouncing off of it and leaving long Arminius shadows on the cheap plywood wall behind it drawing in a deep breath through my mouth I opened it slack's of black squashed out and onto the dirty linoleum floor more of the black goo hang out to greet me he splashed onto my shoes and not even my shirt could stop this smell god it was awful we ran out of there and I wiped my shoes on a towel I snatched from the table after that we decided to visit the barn as the garage had been observed to be barren of anything safe a few shells and pickaxes the barn however was another story the moon was out as a waxing crescent but it was bright enough to cast a silver glow in the darkness giving everything a pretty yet chilling white or the stars were out as well and with no lights on we could see what seemed like the ends of the universe the barn opened easily enough a simple sliding wooden door it smelled of decayed hay and moisture but it was a far cry from the awfulness of the kitchen we cast our lights on a red rusty tractor and a bunch of sinister-looking farm equipment the barn didn't have a hayloft so luckily we didn't have to climb up or anything we made our way around the back of the tractor and found ourselves looking at an old worn-out table it was stained with what look like mud as it was a real ruddy brown the mud had dried out completely as it was really flaky to the touch that's when I noticed the sickle the hacksaw and the 2x4 the former two of the three were caked in mud like they've been dropped there in one of the summer storms that caused them to get dirty the floor of the barn was ground so it was easy to put the two together but then we found it my brother grabbed some of the hay to throw at me and succeeded but something hard hit me in the head hey asshole don't throw rocks at me I blurted out into the otherwise silent night I didn't yeah and what the hell is this I reached down into the clump of wet hay and pulled out the rock only it wasn't a wrong at first I thought it was an old piece of wood that had been whittled down to a rough ellipse then I saw the hole in the middle and dropped it as quickly as I picked it up shredding and shrieking like had just been attacked dude what's up my brother in quiet alarmed smart spine oh he threw back the hay and revealed a grotesque ribcage it's just lying in the hay it was too small and too flat to belong to a pig or cow this was definitely human the dread reached an all-time high and I was certain that whatever I felt watching us would soon pounce we have to go and we have to go right now I demand it hold on no right now Andrew suddenly a wailing sound tore through the night a wail that belonged to someone when they witness a loved one get murdered a wail that only the Damned were capable of producing we ran we ran through the woods up the hills and through the rivers at a lightning pace our adrenaline keeping us from falling and stumbling I had something almost galloping behind us kicking up leaves and mulch and snorting as it breathed I didn't dare look back because I knew a moment's lapse would have me fall victim to whatever it was we burst forth from the treeline and ran into the Train locking the door behind us we told our parents the story and they grew more serious than I'd ever seen them before they didn't scold us for breaking and entering Tommy's house but instead called the police and told them that in our youthful state of exploration and concern for friend we adventure to our friends house and snuck into the barn where we found the bones my brother and I never heard any reprimand from the police for trespassing four months after the incident we found out that the bones had belonged to Tommy's uncle and the more were found in the septic tank behind the house the limbs had shown teeth marks consistent with those of the hacksaw we found on the top also the table wasn't muddy it was his uncle's dried blood this made me reel in horror realizing that I had touched someone's blood you'd think after I helped my dad bury the boy several years past that I'd be over gross and disturbing stuffs but no that was not the case these things these events never really calloused me the newspaper reported that the whole body of Tommy's uncle had been accounted for I said Tommy's left foot as it was found in the septic tank well almost all of his uncle's body the head was missing because Tommy's foot was among the remains the investigators closed the case locally saying that he was probably dead too his mother was grief-stricken after holding out hope that our little boy had been safe at some location unbeknownst to her for so long only to have that hope snuffed out like a dream upon waking she fell to despair and ended up painting the walls of her bathroom with a 10-gauge while she was shitting now Tommy his mom and his uncle were dead his dad though long divorce from his wife still loved his family and he too fell to despair as his two friends told him they went to check on him one day to find him sitting at the kitchen table with a revolver in his mouth he smiled and waved at them then blew his brains out the two friends didn't talk much after that and eventually they moved away separately needless to say this saturation of death shook the tri-county area and it was the buzz for a good four months toward the end of which was the time my brother and I decided to go hiking again we hiked the same stretch of woods but didn't go anywhere near Tommy's plains it was afternoon in the early summer breeze danced through the lush green trees it had been almost three years since Tommy went missing we hadn't fished in about a year because it just got boring even when we would sneak beers from the fridge we decided to go hiking just to do something but agreed to stay far away from Tommy's place we grabbed our flashlights and a bunch of slim jims which had become our favourite treat for hiking and he also grabbed dad's pellet gun just in case we ran into anything smaller than a stick and needed to scare it off we've been hiking about 45 minutes when Andy spotted something as we were circling back to our train dude come check this out it's like a whole world or something I ran over two weary students or a large metal well sticking out of the earth next to it was a cover like a manhole cover or something it was covered in rust and it's sunken into the ground and smashed across his black surface and a frenzy in our presence Andrew took out his flashlight and shown it down to the bottom where he saw something floating it wasn't too deep and we could have easily gotten it out with a branch that was long enough but we were interrupted by silent the birds are stop singing and the bugs that stop making noise even the wind fell silent that's when we heard something being dragged across the grounds sticks and rocks and Akon's were pushed aside as it moved step step step step drag the sound continued for about a minutes and we were frozen in place my heart racing and II touched my arm and pointed to a small cluster of trees what I saw made my blood run cold there in the trees was a naked man crawling on all fours his face was too far away to make out clearly but it appeared to be scarred he was pale chalky and look sickly as we could see his ribs beneath he's gone to skin the man moved toward us and as he grew closer I could see that his nose was missing and in its place was a fleshy hole filled with ants and blisters he was five feet from us when my brother spoke Tommi the Beast turned its head like a curious child his bloodshot eyes piercing my brother as the man breathed snot flew from his skull and dribbled down his crack lips its spoke his cheeks huffing and its eyes darting back and forth between Andy and I as it did so me Tommy Tommy Tommy it licked the snot from his lips and backed away scratching its rear as it did so that's when I noticed that the man's left leg was missing Oh God this was Tommy Tommy suddenly let out a wail and lunged for my brother he missed and my brother grabbed my arm Ron just ran before he could even get his feet off the ground Tommy it grabbed my brother by his ankle and was dragging him away like a coyote hauling in a kill my brother screeching at the top of his lungs like a kill that wasn't all the way dead I stood there frozen for what seemed like eternity before I realized what had happened I noticed that in the frenzy and he had dropped the pellet gun I quickly grabbed it and ran after the - it wasn't hard to follow them Tommy's dragging leg made a distinct trench in the mulch of the woods and my brother screams were loud enough to follow anyone that heard them probably thought we were just messing around because during this whole ordeal there was no sign of other people apart from us three if you count Tommy as human I followed them for what seemed like hours until the screams led me to a cave that was set into a hill it wasn't the waterfall cave no but it appeared to be man-made an excavation of sorts almost like a mineshaft it was at this point that I seriously considered running back home and getting my dad as I was terribly afraid of the dark no Nicks that I was terribly afraid what what was he in the dark I took out my flashlight clicked it on and began my descent ten feet in I look back at the opening the Evening Sun flooding in with confidence only to be stopped by the overwhelming darkness of the earthly hit my stomach churned and I swallowed my fear but when I turned back to face the darkness my fear rose back up through my throat in an acidic burp and tears formed in my eyes taking a deep breath I stepped forward into the cave the floor of the grotto was dirt and large rocks and it was littered with refuse like old shoes soda cans and plastic bags smelled musty and wet and I could hear the cliche drip of water on her hands I continued forward suddenly my brother's cry erupting from the belly of the earthly tomb like a soul crying from Hell he is later when I was on a military stint I read a quote he went something along the lines of the last person and man thinks off when he's dying is his mother and if that wasn't true well MA huh well please help me Mommy and he cried out from the bowels of the earth fear slivered beneath my skin like parasitic worms and I just froze listening to my brother's wailing after crying a bit I ran blindly into the cave following the drag marks in the dirt with my flashlight after about two minutes the tunnel opened to a vast chamber with a small think of runoff water ends towards the edge of the lake on the near side a small island maybe ten feet long rose up above the snag mortar and on it was Andy unconscious and sprawled out like a rag doll my light shone off the black water as I scurried over to him my panic steps echoing off the walls of the cavern Andy Andy wake up Andy he sputtered into consciousness his eyes coming back from the cloudy cover of sleep he saw me and his face went pale as terror flooded through him and came out in his voice he's in here jack it's Tommy it's really fun Tommy he didn't die he's alive his face is gone jack his face is God and he spat the words out quickly as if they tasted vile in his mouth which I'm sure they did no sooner had he set these words forth than a large splash came from the lake I shone the light to see Tommy standing at an odd angle in the water the dark surface of the lake reflecting his pale glistening me the black hole in his face made it look like I was staring through his head and into the cave beyond his eyes once so green and right were now black and bloodshot the blisters that had looked red and angry in the sunlight now took on a smaller more pinkish character which I assumed was due to the cold of the caves I noticed something else too something that I found more disturbing than his lack of nose his lack of genital we're Tommy jr. should have hung beneath his whitewash legs was not but a bump riddled with scabs and he turned around to see Tommy and when Tommy saw him he leapt for him water and snot flying from his nasal orifice as he sprinted towards us in the shallow water kicking up waves and waking with his presence I pulled out the pellet gun and fired round after round but they didn't seem to affect him even as blood oozed from his milky flesh if anything it just made him angrier we ran from the island but Tommy bounded in front of us and knocked me down as I hit the ground I remember thinking that this was where I was going to die this was where it would all end Tommy stood over me on all fours his face inches from my snot from his nose dribbled down is my mouth a vile salty brine I cried out where that made him wail with me sending more of his phlegm and survivor into my gaping maw the urge to vomit was overpowering but I managed to swallow it back yeah ah he's managed to make contact and it seemed for a moment that I was looking at Tommy I swear I saw the black peel back and revealed traces of his emerald eyes saw the soft smile returned to his lips the glow of joy image from his pale sweaty cheeks and just like that it was gone Tommy way out one more time and I saw his top lip had a massive gouge in it that went into his upper palate and stopped just between his eyes where the top of his nose would have been suddenly Tommy was bashed from over me and he held a massive Rock and kept slamming it in as hard as he could I grabbed a smaller Rock and joined once I realized what he was doing the whales from Tommy were different from his predatory cries as we smashed his chest his limbs and his face with the rocks sending his house of agony bouncing off the walls only to be played alongside the squelches and snaps and pops of his body in a grotesque Orchestra of misery and pain I felt nothing but rage knowing that this beast was not that what I saw in the beasts eyes was a spirit of Tommy dying happily knowing that he had seen his friends one last time before the monster took over the body was alive but Tommy had died long ago we pounded away at the Beast like Lumberjacks to a tree he thrashed and kicked every movement cracking his limbs even more and sending moist crunches to join the macabre symphony of whales after about 30 seconds of Smashing him and he picked the be stopped by its thinning black hair and dragged it howling and screaming to the water's edge you you are not Tommy Tommy is dead and with that he shoved the beasts face into the water the creature tried to gasp for air but he just resorted in pathetic snorts and sobs like a pig who knows he's going to the slaughter the broken body of the Beast thrashed a little bit more and in the glow of my flashlight I saw it come to a stop a final twitch and then the Beast had stopped forever the meat of the body just relaxed and melted to the ground losing all tension we sat panting on the islands we were both covered in grime and muck when I pulled out a slim jim as I looked at it my heart sank because I realized that we could have probably just lured him off with jaci tears welled in my eyes as I handed it to my brother and pulled another one out for myself he didn't ask why we were eating and I didn't either it just felt like the right thing to do after we regained our mentality or what we could have it anyway we searched the cave the lake was roughly a hundred feet across with the chamber being about a hundred and fifty in one corner we found a stack of animal bones small things like squirrels and coyotes and armadillos and fish we found a pile separate from the main one they consisted only a flathead catfish skulls a little bit of Tommy had survived for longer than I'd thought continuing our search we found a damp spiral notebook that was filled with writing after flipping through it briefly and confirming that it belonged to Tommy I sat down and read it oh it recounted a year of abuse by his uncle at first it was normal abuse things hitting namecoin then it moved to cigarette burns and cuts the escalation was I have no words the first of the final entries was dated roughly two days after the last time we'd seen Tommy for everything past this point in the journal Tommy had disappeared from our lives it is below as I read it for I still have the notebook to refer back to my uncle my uncle did the unspeakable things to me yesterday I'm gonna kill him I'm gonna kill him for what he did to me I'm going to kill him I immediately felt sick to my stomach as I read the entry and I instantly felt like I shouldn't continue reading but I had to know know what I still don't have an answer to that an entry from two days later read as follows I can still feel him I don't know who to tell you know just kill me if I do I've got to do that to him at first I couldn't still feel him I haven't left my room in two days haven't eaten haven't slept I can't look at myself in the mirror I've been pissing in bottles but every time I do it brings me nothing but pain why did he do this to me why did he do this to me God I swear I swear to Christ I'm gonna kill him and I'm gonna cut that pot off me as well I have a box cutter next to me and a clothes iron to seal the wound I'm gonna make sure that asshole can't touch me again for the rest of the time he's alive which won't be long I'm gonna chop him up and leave a hand or something of mine with his body so they won't come looking for me if they discover him yeah but first God forgive me but I know you probably can't if what I'm about to do kills me and this journal is found please whoever you are please take care of that bastard please my crotch tightened and I felt mock pain as I read the passage kind of like when you see someone smash their finger with a hammer and your finger tenses up I look back over at Tommy's corpse while Andy sat behind me with his back to me budging away on slim jims unaware of the horror I was reading the next entry was nearly a month after the first I can't believe I'm alive why didn't he just kill me I was so weak and writing this but gosh how come one man be so evil he busted into my room right after I'd finished the entry and I hid it between my mattresses I had the box cutter in my hands and I was ready to make the cut when suddenly he was standing over me he hit me hard in the head hard enough to throw me back out of the bed and he did it again no he bit it off he bit he bit it off I can barely move around the house and I only do so when he isn't home the phones are dead the TV doesn't work in the water is turned off geez I heard so much why does he hate me I threw the book down is the earth Andy started her the sound spooked by my sudden outburst hatred burned in me as did fear and dread and the utmost trepidation I looked over at the body of my old friend shamed for how I'd aided in his death shame for how I had given such a poor unfortunate soul even more pain in his passing which he had no doubt wanted to be peaceful this was however not the case as I found out once I mustered the courage to pick of the book again the next entry describes the killing I cut my foot off and buried it with his limbs in the septic tank after losing my manhood to this evil piece of shit her foot was nothing too awful that was a week ago I was too weak to bury his torso so I just covered it with a hay bale little bit of time next week when I've regained my strength I'm gonna drop his head down a well near the Roberts place they'll probably never find it because it's old and it's deep too I slit his throat while he was in his bedroom writing on his laptop I'm still in the house I don't want the door left open so I'm putting a Schwindt in it so it won't open again yeah oh fuck you I flipped the last page which was dated two months after the one I just presented it's been three months since I did it I'm sitting at the mouth of my new home and assumed to be my grave I found a cave in the woods about four miles away from my house after I buried Paul I took his 45 from under his bed I'm gonna go into this cave and blow my brains out after I finish this I felt numb as I closed the book for the last time that day everything seems so distant czarina significant at that point war poverty people being slaughtered in the Middle East's the cancer patients in my school God it all seems so meaningless and stupid I didn't let Andrew read the book as I knew that Tommy was his best friend he never set eyes on the notebook after that I made sure of it I figured that Tommy had misfired the bullets in it and it had blown his face off instead of blowing his brains out the damage to his brain from the round probably sent him to a mental breakdown coupled with all the pain that he did ensured I think that it was at this point that Tommy died and the Beast took over we eventually made our way home and never spoke of word of it to our parents I don't know how we didn't go crazy I guess we just became numb for nearly half a year everything was a gray blur school happens life happened you know we stopped going fishing I still have a notebook and I don't read it very often I don't even know why I read it in the first place maybe it's to discover to figure out why his uncle had hated him so much why there was such darkness about him I still have found no answers I don't think I ever will and he has remained blissfully unaware of the book so he remembers killing the monster that killed Tommy in a slightly heroic assault I however remember the fact that the beast was Tommy somewhere and we killed two living things that night [Music] [Music] [Music] you [Music] [Applause]

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