The Endless Pain

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This is a extract of a diary from my friend that has died.



It was the first of August, 2012, when I saw him. I remember this, because a friend died ten days before.

All I did was look out of a window. He was just standing there. His eyes were glowing. Not a bright glow, just something that looked like a trick of the light. He looked at me, and he said something, and walked away.

Of course, I was pretty busy with my laptop, so I forgot about it quickly.

It was when I started getting headaches that I began seeing him everywhere. In the street, in the mirrors, and when on car trips. One day, I saw him, and I got so pissed off at him that I walked up to him.

"What the fuck do you want!?" I shouted. "Money? Are you stalking me?!"

"I do nothing but watch over you," he said. "You have known death, and may meet it again."

"The fuck are you on about?" I asked, still yelling. "Stop being wise or I will break your jaw, you little stalker!!"

He just smiled at me.

I then proceeded to punch him in the face. Now, I am not a fighter, so I am quite slow. Even a drunk could have dodged my attack. But he was FAST! He simply stepped back, still grinning.

"We are your friends," he whispered to me.

He then ran down the street, and vanished. I called the police. At around 5:00 PM, they showed up and talked to me. I asked them questions about this man, such as who could he have been, will they stop him, etc.

They said that ten murders had been reported, and anyone who knew the victim could be followed by a strange man. I was told that while I would be watched by police, and I should be careful. I was safe. However, later on the next day, I found out something blood chilling.

Anyone that learns about this man, unless they knew death, shall be killed three days later.

I really have no idea on what it meant by that, but I have a camping trip tomorrow. I will have to think about it later.



This was a part of a diary from a friend of mine. This was found along with his ripped tent, bits of blood, a shotgun, ten bullets, and bits of flesh in a giant pool of blood.

I have taken out dates and names, in respect out of my friend. I hope you can figure this out, as I cannot.



Credited to Benjo12w2

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