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(Created page with "'''5/3/2010 13:27 PM.''' If I’m right, this all started two years ago, during August, I just wish I could make sence of this. I really want to make sence of this... Of all of this… Since that day, my life has never been the same. I was sleeping around a friends house during August, it was during the summer holidays. My friend, Jake lived in London, about 5 streets away from Leicester Square. I stayed there for long periods of time due to that I lived in Scotland, I...") |
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'''5/3/2010 13:27 PM.'''
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I was sleeping around a friends house during August, it was during the summer holidays. My friend, Jake lived in London, about 5 streets away from Leicester Square. I stayed there for long periods of time due to that I lived in Scotland, I moved when I was younger, and this one particular night… We noticed something colder about his room, the windows were shut and the heating was on. We ignored it quite blissfully and got on his Playstation 3. We played happily for about 4 hours, until roughly three in the morning, we heard a scratching on the door.
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We screamed and panicked, we called the police to no avail, line was dead. We then checked for his mother. She was missing and there was a blood trail leading out to the balcony. We walked out and saw blood everywhere, and he mother naked, face down in a puddle of her own blood, with a note on her back, pinned on with an eight inch knife. We slowly took the knife out of her back and read what was left of the note saying the following
I dropped the knife, and we got dressed as quickly as possible, and ran outside. We started running down the street to the police station with the note, we were scared, quite obviously, and being in London at these hours was dangerous enough, yet alone with a death threat above our heads.
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Around a year later, they found the man, he was a Polish immigrant under the name of Pavlik Brevlar. Nothing else was revealed to me.
And here I sit, in a mental institution after the whole trauma took a toll on my mental health. I still wonder if it was all a lie. I suppose
Harry.
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