Please Help, I Don't Know How Much Longer I Can Last....
Hello, if you are reading this, please, send help. The story I am about to recount to you is entirely true. I wouldn't want you to dismiss this as just another creepypasta. It isn't. This is a genuine cry for help.
It all started a few days back, I went out to get my paper like I would almost any other day. However, that day's headlinehidjfhbifudhsjcxvxhgdnfvfbdhsdvhfbshdfhriuyewsisodjfdhu Apologies, I must have fallen asleep as I was typing. You see, I haven't been able to get much sleep lately. That's how HE can get to me. As I was saying, the headline read, "Mystery Killer Still At Large! Police Baffled By Strange Circumstances!", followed by an image of a horribly mutilated corpse. The body was incredibly pale as if the blood had been drained from the body and on top of that, both eyes had been torn out of their sockets, leaving the body with an empty stare that seemed to pierce right through my soul. As I drank my morning coffee, I thought to myself just why it is that people are capable of committing such atrocities. As I was about to prepare my breakfast, I heard a knock at my door. The police had come to ask me some questions about the recent string of murders. Naturally, being innocent, I was confused why they would be questioning me of all people. The police then explained to me that a man fitting my description was seen leaving the scene of the most recent murder. Eventually, the police left after receiving answers that they found satisfactory. After this, I left for work. I work as an intern at a nearby law firm. I'm studying to become a prosecutor(Edgeworth our lord and savior!). At around noon, I left for my lunch break. I noted that I was unusually tired. At some point, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was somewhere entirely different. At first, I thought that maybe someone had drugged me and I had been kidnapped, but suddenly, I heard a woman scream from behind me. Startled, I turned around to see a horribly mutilated corpse just like the one in the papers. I then noticed that I felt something smooth and soft in my hands. Slowly, I opened my hands, praying to every god that has ever been created that I would not find the thing I dreaded in my hands. I was horrified by what I saw in my hands: two bloody human eyes. I ran. I ran as far as I possibly could. It couldn't possibly have been me who committed those crimes, could it? It couldn't have been. After all, I was sleeping at the time of the last murder. But then, I remembered my dream that night: I was pursuing a young woman eventually catching up to her and removing her eyes. I was horrified! I was killing them in my sleep!
I'm writing now from about five days after the previous entry. I'm hiding from the police in an old, derelict building. Every night, before I go to bed, I restrain myself as tightly as possible in the hopes that I do not escape. Yet still, the killings continue and I awake somewhere new. It is getting to the point that I cannot go to sleep anymore.
IT'S TOO LATE!!! NOT EVEN INJECTING 500 MG OF CAFFEINE DIRECTLY INTO MY BLOODSTREAM IS KEEPING ME AWAKE! PLEASE, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, SEND THE POLICE! I CAN NO LONGER RESTRAIN MYSELF! MY LOCATION IS guyjdhvfntkgrjfdlsrfhvbhrvjdcsfhvbdkkkkkljhvvvryeihwsjdalkjdchfvegr
Written by Bikun
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