Was It Real?
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 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.
We opened the door, and found a few specks of blood, in the tired state we were in, we ignored it and kept playing. A few minutes later we heard the same scratches, I opened the door, and found more blood. I called Jake over and he stared at the blood specks on the floor, after various seconds he looked up, shrugged and opened the door slightly more to get out and wake his mum, and a body fell backwards with multiple stab marks on his chest.
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
"This house... This place, even the sweet taste of your mother reminds me of my childhood... And you two? You're next."
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.
Jake disappeared when I was running... I saw somebody throw out his body in front of me, his head in tatters... Someone had shot him in the head at point blank range. I finally got to the police, covered in blood, in tears and shaking... They tried to comfort me, but I had changed.
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 I'll never know... I don't want to know...
Harry.
Credited to Kulmira
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