when ur oldest friend who you've known literally your whole life gets married and not only doesn't invite you but has the girl who bullied you in 4th grade as one of her bridesmaids...
how the fuck did i get two nearly identical pictures on two different nights. this cat sucks
I've been locked in this barren white room for months. I'm unsure exactly how long, as I've been denied any form of communication to the outside world. I've decided that despite this, I had to find a way to let the world know what's been happening to me. This isn't a normal asylum. I shouldn't be here.
When I was first brought to this hell, I had been put in a straitjacket and deemed a "threat to society", even though I had done nothing wrong. They told everyone I had killed someone. I haven't so much as laid a finger on anyone, I swear. You probably won't believe me, but in order to understand my warning to you all, you'll need to just trust me. I'm not a killer. I was shipped off to an empty cell, surrounded by nothing but padded walls. I thought I would be left there, rotting away for the rest of my life.
If only that was it.
I remember falling asleep, and when I woke up, I was in a new room. The walls looked the same as the ones in my cell, except for the fact that there was a mirrored glass window on the wall in front of me. It was like a type of interrogation room. I was strapped to a chair, and my hands were cuffed in what looked like a pair of industrial oven mitts. A voice began to talk to me over a speaker system, but it was in a language I couldn't understand. I don't know how long I was left there. All I remember is the... The monster they left in there with me. My ears started ringing, and it felt like my head was being split in two. Every vein in my body felt like it was being filled with liquid fire. My vision blurred as if I was being spun in a circle, and my limbs felt weak and numb. I screamed, begging for anyone to tell me what was happening. This torture continued for a while, until suddenly, it stopped.
Once the ringing had died down, I could hear everything. I could hear the low breathing of all four men outside the room. I could hear the soft buzz of the artificial lights above me. And I could hear the tapping of nails on glass. My vision was dark and clouded, as if I was outside during a winter night. This scared me, as I could tell that the lights were still on. I began to hear a whisper. It sounded like it was coming from the inside of my head, but I had assumed that was impossible. If only I'd known how wrong I was. The ringing and the pain came back, and every time it died down, the voices got louder and louder, until it sounded more like the screams of a slaughtered animal. This rotation of torture continued until I passed out.
This happens to me every few days, I'd guess. Even now, I can hear the screams. I don't know what's happening to me. Whenever I get the chance, I try to ask the guards questions. Simple things like, "Where am I?" or "What day is it now?". I never get an answer. Sometimes I have to sit and wonder if they can even hear me. My days are monotonous, and my suffering has no end. I've tried to end it all, to keep the voices and the screams at bay, but nothing seems to work. I don't need to breathe anymore. I don't need to sleep anymore. I am but a husk of what I used to be.
I overheard a voice outside my room today. Apparently, I'm being transferred. I don't know why, but I have a horrible feeling about this. I shouldn't be moving. I should be released. I've tried screaming, crying, trying to convince them all that I'm a normal human. I'm not sick. Either way, I need to let people hear my story. I'm afraid that I might not be returning. My body and my mind have been ruined by these... Inhumane people. I don't think they'll let me live much longer.
yesterday it seemed to me that as many as two people were talking about me behind my back and I don’t know paranoia is this or true
Creepy 3 Morphing
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I All the art I did for @murderincrimson 's creepy cute art-tober challenge before uh... honestly October just ended up being a hard month, but did get some stuff I'm super happy with done!
A clown stimboard.
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If I had a nickel for every evil/inverted Kurt that had creepy/rapey undertones I'd have 3 nickels
Which isn't much but it's still weird it's happened 3 times??
1922 on Netflix, if you are looking for a scary movie for Halloween, this is it, creepy, scared the crap out of me. Music was scary and creepy also. It is based on the novella 1922 by Stephen King
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt6214928/?ref_=nv_sr_srsg_0
