Suspicious activities linger within these walls...
Deeds for which I cannot explain or justify with reasonable
logic.
Such horrendous things that words can barely describe my
confounded mind as I attempt to contemplate the reasons for such irrational actions.
This is a tale impossible to communicate through words
alone. I must employ a shocking visual show to explain the horrors that have manifested
themselves within the building I currently call home.
Many students would take pride in describing their home as
a 'mad house', parties and alcohol galore. Unfortunately, my 'mad house'
pertains shady undertones of pure insanity and satanic possession. My home has
become an asylum for acts of perverse madness.
The first lingering demon to stalk my hallway has
intentions to rival the most hedonistic dictator. Items of soiled undergarments
are left at random. Pictured below are just two examples of this behaviour.
One could put such apparitions down to carelessness, but
alas, the following information will shock you to your core.
These items cannot be the misplaced remnants of a once
beloved uniform, for their presence has been felt for many moons now. Over four months have passed while these very
same items have gathered dust. Waiting, as if collecting more than just discarded
skin, flecks of clothing and unwanted organic material.
What's more, one such item lingered for a number of days
upon a surface fit for no soiled sock.
Such an abhorrent piece of satanic symbolism has never
scarred itself into my memory as did this. A kitchen worktop is a Holy
platform. Miracles of flavour occur on these plinths:
Lemon and Sugar.
Ham and Pineapple.
Salt and Vinegar.
Torvill and Dean.
Such flavours were gifted from the Gods. And yet, this
subversive house attempts to defile the saintly pureness of their marriages.
And yet, the tale cannot end here. As much as my heart implores
me to stop, my mind knows that the world must know these dangers. Dearest
reader, enter into this tale with trepidation for none but the strongest of
mind and gut must dwell past this milestone.
You have been warned.
The next portal in this journey through this downward
spiral into Dante's world of brimstone and fire is another pillar of Holiness.
The Bathroom.
It is widely believed that cleanliness is next to
godliness, and yet our haven for purging ourselves of the day's dirt and sin
has been infiltrated by yet more ungodly activities.
This monstrosity was found today, I can barely describe
the horror with which I approached it. What kind of a man would see this act as
a necessity? Which is why I can only conclude its father to be of the demonic
realm.
I fear that my chances of retaining a sinless, cleansed
body have been savaged by this infestation of malevolence, clawing footholds
into every room of my existence.
May I assure you, dear reader, that my heart longs for these
misgivings I feel for my safety to be put to rest when I escape these walls.
Alas, my safety is not even assured after escaping these ceilings, the roof set
upon our world by the Lord houses yet
more repulsive signs.
This very Demonic Veracious Disc was found amongst the
gravel bed that is our humble garden. It, by some evil force, has burrowed its
way into my home, and here it resides as if held by an unnatural, unforgiving
force.
You would be a fool to not see the devilish visage that
shines from this case. Its apparition chilled me to my bones, I only wish that
your peril is markedly less significant than mind, as my heart refuses to rest
within my chest.
The final act that has set my feeble heart and frail body
alight with fear occurred a number of months ago, but the resonance of its
dawning has only recently becoming glaringly obvious to my recovering mind.
You see a mouse. But this is more than a mouse.
This mouse is dead.
Its soul no longer scuttles these floorboards. Its heart
stopped fuelling its emotions many moons past. Its rodent teeth have gnawed
their last wire.
The body of this animal remained in this house for three
nights – one night for each of the Holy trinity – before its removal was
forced.
Now, if this tale has not thoroughly spooked you now then
rest assured that it will haunt you for years to come. I can barely force myself
to continue through life with these demons surrounding me, and yet I know I
must continue, if only to tell stories such as this one.
I fear that many more horrors continue to shadow me
throughout my life here, and yet their subtle activities are yet to show
themselves. I shall keep an open mind and a vigilant eye and report back.
Thank you for reading.
