There are things I have done, terrible things and yet I have no reason to
apologize for them because it was me that did it. Sure, there were
underlying reasons for the killings, but then again, how do you explain
your motives for murder with the monster behind the basement wall that
demanded fresh blood to be painted on the wall it lived behind? There's no
way to tell the truth without first examining it and finding the flaws.
The flaws are that simply, I myself am flawed.
Devi, I loved her, I really did, but there was that feeling again. The one that said love isn't for me and well..I attacked. Not that I killed her, she caused massive head trauma to me, I hope the monster is pleased, she won't look at me anymore. I don't really blame her, but there is something about her that catches me. She liked me too, and yet I attacked. She tried to kiss me and I broke the fine line that was her trust.
Payback, payback for all the things I have done. This house and the monster in it, be it myself or the thing in the basement, it's over. I'm going to end it, killing it and myself in the same burning instant; burning being the operative word for this. Insanity, it courses through me, and I know it now, I am insane and dangerous. I wonder if they will miss me.
It's doubtful that anyone will care that Johnny is dead, or even care to know how he died. I'm a nuisance and God, I deserve this. Hell is saving a place for me, I know they are. Ever since I went there through some strange error, they've been waiting for me. Satan lives in my house, and I want to see him burn.
Squee looks out his window that evening, he heard something and what he sees scares him. Johnny's house, the maniac neighbor that scared him through the years, his house is burning down. There was a scream, it had awoken him, but it wasn't a human scream. It couldn't have been. High pitched and angry it rang through the windows, shattering everyone awake. He saw him then, a tall, skinny man on the sidewalk, laughing as he watched the house burn. Squee watched as the man raised a gun to his head and pulled the trigger, falling and bleeding to death as his house burned and the monster shrieked in pain. They died that night, the murderer and the reason for his crimes.
Across town, in a small apartment a young woman sits up screaming. Scared, too scared to go back to sleep she turns on the early morning news, nearly having a heart attack at the cover story.
"Ladies and gentleman, in the early hours this morning, fire fighters and police officers were called out to a disturbing scene. A young man, identified by his neighbor as Johnny C. committed suicide as well as arson. It seems that he lit his home ablaze, walked into the sidewalk and shot himself in the head in full view of his neighbors."
She turned it off then and even with her hatred of him, she cried.
Devi, I loved her, I really did, but there was that feeling again. The one that said love isn't for me and well..I attacked. Not that I killed her, she caused massive head trauma to me, I hope the monster is pleased, she won't look at me anymore. I don't really blame her, but there is something about her that catches me. She liked me too, and yet I attacked. She tried to kiss me and I broke the fine line that was her trust.
Payback, payback for all the things I have done. This house and the monster in it, be it myself or the thing in the basement, it's over. I'm going to end it, killing it and myself in the same burning instant; burning being the operative word for this. Insanity, it courses through me, and I know it now, I am insane and dangerous. I wonder if they will miss me.
It's doubtful that anyone will care that Johnny is dead, or even care to know how he died. I'm a nuisance and God, I deserve this. Hell is saving a place for me, I know they are. Ever since I went there through some strange error, they've been waiting for me. Satan lives in my house, and I want to see him burn.
Squee looks out his window that evening, he heard something and what he sees scares him. Johnny's house, the maniac neighbor that scared him through the years, his house is burning down. There was a scream, it had awoken him, but it wasn't a human scream. It couldn't have been. High pitched and angry it rang through the windows, shattering everyone awake. He saw him then, a tall, skinny man on the sidewalk, laughing as he watched the house burn. Squee watched as the man raised a gun to his head and pulled the trigger, falling and bleeding to death as his house burned and the monster shrieked in pain. They died that night, the murderer and the reason for his crimes.
Across town, in a small apartment a young woman sits up screaming. Scared, too scared to go back to sleep she turns on the early morning news, nearly having a heart attack at the cover story.
"Ladies and gentleman, in the early hours this morning, fire fighters and police officers were called out to a disturbing scene. A young man, identified by his neighbor as Johnny C. committed suicide as well as arson. It seems that he lit his home ablaze, walked into the sidewalk and shot himself in the head in full view of his neighbors."
She turned it off then and even with her hatred of him, she cried.