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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
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.
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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.
Jake disappeared when I was
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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