I'm So Sorry...

I want to talk to you. I want to tell you about myself, and what happened to me. But first, could you please turn off the light? I like darkness. My name is Takanasi, and I come from Finnland, born in 1990, died in 1999. As a boy, I spent all of my time with my father in his computer room.

He used to read stories, oh how father loved to read. I used to hang on the back of his chair and read over his shoulder. Until one day he felt his chair move a little, he looked behind him and saw me, he was so startled he had a heart attack, killing him minutes later. I was scared so I grasped on to the chair and wept quietly. I kept reading the text on the screen over, and over, and over again, until I lay to rest from malnourishment. I'm glad I got to share with you, and I'm sorry I lied about reading over the shoulder of my father, but you seem content with me. I hope I haven't been moving the chair too much, this story makes me a tad emotional. I realize your skin must be crawling a tad at the moment because I get a little too close, please for your sake, don't look behind you...

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