Gluttony

8/8/08

My name is Arthur Mccathy. I live in Columbus, OH, and I'm a food critique. I love food and take pride in my work. Others may find my profession; disgusting or gluttonous. But I make more money than them, so they can go to hell. Any who, I have an annual physical tomorrow. Lookin' forward to that.

8/9/08

Just finished my physical. Apparently I have type 1 diabetes. The doctor told me to eat better and take insulin. Insulin I'm fine with, but I'm not eating salad all day.

8/16/08

The doctor said that I need to quit being a food critic. I told him to go fuck himself. Even my minister at church is saying my gluttony will lead to only damnation. Well screw him too. In my head, money upheaves religion any day. I don't see why he's complaining anyway, especially with how much I give in tithe.

8/18/08

Today I was visited by a woman dressed in a black robe that covered her body. The hood was adorned with a quartz cross. "What do you want?" I finally managed to utter.

"The Curse of The Glutton begets you, mortal."

I thought she was a crackhead. But she interrupted me before I could say anything.

"If you don't redeem yourself in 24 hours, You'll wish you were dead."

I told her if she didn't leave I'd call the cops. She complied, and with a sorrowful grumble, left. People these days, I don't know what they're on.

8/19/08

I keep hearing a clicking sound last night, coming from the kitchen. Probably just my trash fridge.

8/20/08

Heard it in the living room tonight, rats maybe? I don't know, probably just this garbage apartment I'm in.

8/21/08

Outside today, instead of speaking to me, people either looked worried; or frowned at me. I'm getting pretty freaked out.

8/22/08

I can hear the clicking outside my room now. I called the exterminator and locked myself in.

8/22/08 (later)

I peeked under the door. It wasn't rats. I saw two, gray, malnourished feet. Then "It" began banging on the door. I'm really scared. I hope the exterminators have guns.

8/23/08

I woke up and it wasn't banging on the door. I can hear the exterminators paging my door, better let them in. Hope "It" up and left.

POLICE REPORT

This journal was found in the home of the deceased Arthur Mccathy. The only evidence of said murder is the disembodied head of Arthur. Two exterminators were found, one dead, one incoherent, both with their eyes torn out.

Upon further investigation, we found Arthur's stomach in his mouth. And in the stomach was his still beating heart.

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Credited to DayQuil

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