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Summary- Death is a strange sort of fragrance. It haunts people in the most mysterious ways. There are many ways to kill people and make them suffer the powerful vortexes of death, but why kill them in a split second when you can make them suffer for millions of days, fighting for their lives? This book is full of mystery, blood, and, of course, death, so read it quickly, or you might be the next victim. You've Met With A Terrible Fate, Haven't You?
His messy writing scrawled furiously against the lined piece of paper. A part of him feared that there wouldn't be enough paper for him to write the entire message. His black hair sprawled over his eyes, hiding them. Hiding the truth of dread that he felt as he wrote shakily. But at the same time, relief. Satisfaction. He was going to be left alone. And that was enough for him. It may have sounded sick, but he needed an escape, and if that meant doing this, then so be it.
The pencil fell from his shaking hand and landed onto his messy desk with a small thud. But to him, it sounded like a horrible earthquake in the silence. All he wanted was silence, or that sound of keys being pressed down into a keyboard, or the sound of a pencil or pen scribbling across paper. He winced at the noise, letting out a shaky sigh. "Hurry..." He swallowed thickly, not replying. Instead, he scooped up the pencil and began to write all over again, attempting to make it as readable as possible.
Adam,
I don't have much time, so I need to make this quick. There is something horrible out there. There really is. Something more twisted than death itself, something that is so sadistic and cruel that you couldn't believe it would actually exist. They told us that those things only lived in books, or our nightmares. But I'm living in one big nightmare, and I can't stand it. Maybe that's why this thing exists to me. You wouldn't believe it. They are always watching us, and we never even notice. Eyes are following us with every breath and step we make, every movement. It's terrifying, especially when you see them. They don't really show themselves much, but they are there. They are always there. I hate this. Why did it have to pick me? Out of all people? It should be cheering me on. It should be getting people that act like you. Not ones like me. Which is why I'm saying that I am sorry. Really, really sorry. I wish I didn't need to do this, but I have no other choice, and I just want to be free from all of this mess. You don't understand. You wouldn't. Not in a million years. You don't know that fear that penetrates you like a dagger, twisting back and forth, and forever staying there. Yeah, this guy couldn't even be stuffed taking the dagger out. Just left it in there to make it as painful as ever. I am so sorry I am giving this to you. But if you were in my shoes, I bet you would do the same. I get a free card for doing this now. That's great! Or at least it is for me. But, again, it's not like you would know anything. Adam, it's after you now. Keep your head high and your eyes peeled, because now it's coming for you. Not me. You. This thing will torture you and your mind if you don't try and keep up with it. Please, try and keep up with it. Try and confuse it, so maybe you can paralyze it and kill it or something. But I suppose that's impossible, isn't it? Go to the local video game store. Yes, I know you don't like video games, but do it. For me. Please. Look through some of the games, then request for an 'old game that is forgotten.' They will give you a game. Play it, play it but be warned. As soon as you turn that game on, it will be able to get you in and out of the Internet. Still, though, if you don't, more than likely, you'll see it, and then you're dead anyway. I'm so sorry, Adam. I really am. I am so so sorry. But there's nothing I can do now. I have been met with a terrible fate, but you still have a chance. Good luck.
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