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Malevolent Intentions - New Version ^-^ |
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Malevolent Intentions
Can you feel it? Can you hear it? Of course you can’t. You can’t feel what I feel, you can’t hear what I hear, but I will do my best to describe to you how I came to be this way.
Come into my home and up the staircase. Do you still not hear it? No? Continue through the hallway and to the last door on your right. You should be able to hear it now. That sort of thumping noise, that noise that sounds almost like someone’s throwing a basketball against the wall. I’m sure you want to know exactly what it is. It couldn’t be any more different than a basketball.
Open the door and walk into my room but be careful, you don’t want to trip and fall, you don’t even want to know what you could fall into. It’s an unbearable sight isn’t it, it’s okay if you have to look away, I don’t mind. The blood smears on the wall, the puddles of blood on the floor, and the blood being splattered everywhere from something rotating on the ceiling fan. It’s indeed a dreadful sight but tragic at the same time.
This is where I died, or rather, was killed. I was killed in my own room. You’d think there would be no safer place but this just proves that there is no where safe in this world.
Oh, that on the fan, are you wondering what it is? That’s me. That’s how I was killed. They tied my feet to the fan and tied my hands behind my back so I couldn’t get free and put a blindfold over my eyes so I wouldn’t see who was doing this to me. After they made sure I was secured to the fan they turned it on. The worst was next to come. After every rotation the back of my skull slammed against the wall. That’s the thumping you’re hearing.
My death wasn’t immediate. It wasn’t till my skull began to crack that I began to slip into unconsciousness. Eventually my skull broke right open but I was already long gone before that happened. Are you wondering yet who did this to me? I am. But first I will tell you my story from the beginning…
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Five days ago my parents left on a business trip. Well, at least they SAID it was a business trip but what kind of business trip is going to Florida? Sounds more like a vacation to me. I would have loved to go with them but they said it would have been too expensive to bring me along. That was too bad for me I guess.
I was sixteen and it was the summer holidays so you’d think I would have been having my friends over and partying. I was doing nothing of the sort. I didn’t have many friends; everyone called me a midget and pushed me around like I was some sort of rag doll. I may have been short for my age, I may have even stayed this height all my life, but I guess I’ll never know now.
Even though I was tormented by nearly everyone I still had two very good friends, the twins, Lina and Tina. I called them up to ask if they wanted to come and stay the night. It took a bit of persuading but they eventually got their parents to let them come over.
We talked for a while then agreed for them to come over around seven o clock, which would have been two hours after I got off the phone with them. Oh, just to clarify things a bit, we were having a three way conversation, the twins were not talking on the same phone, if they were there would have been far more fighting going on than talking.
I had thought things were finally come around but of course, I only THOUGHT this I didn’t KNOW this. Boy was I wrong. Things just start to go downhill from here.
Knowing that I still had two hours to waste I started to think that maybe I should clean the place up a bit before the twins came. That thought ran through my head again and I realized how pointless that would have been, if the twins were coming over what would be the point of cleaning? They were just going to mess everything up again, who cares if it was a mess to begin with?
I could think of nothing better to do to pass the time than to watch TV. I didn’t know it yet but letting my guard down by turning all my attention to the TV would eventually prove to be my downfall.
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Oh, did you hear that? No, it wasn’t the thumping; we’re not to that point yet. It was the ringing of the doorbell. It had only been six o clock, I should’ve realized that there was no way that the twins could have come an hour early. I was so stupid! I could’ve prevented all this from happening if I just didn’t open that door!
I released the lock. Outside on the door step stood a man in a long black trench coat. He also had been wearing a top hat that obscured his face in the dusk sky.
He had asked for my parents. Now that I think about it, his voice sounded oddly familiar. It sounded as if he was trying to hide his true voice from me. Anyways, I told him that they were away on a business trip. He seemed anxious; maybe he had something important to tell them.
The man began to search his pockets for something. He completely emptied them, well, there wasn’t much to empty to begin with. He didn’t find what he was looking for either. He asked for my parent’s cell number, saying that he seemed to have lost it. I told him to wait there while I went to get the number for him.
I hurried over to the kitchen and retrieved the notepad with the number off the fridge. When I got back to the door there was no one standing at the door step. The man was gone and the door ajar.
I made the assumption that he had found the number and left without a word because he had urgent business with my parents. I closed the door without much thought and went back to the television. This is where I went wrong.
Behind me I had heard a creak in one of the floor boards. I went to turn around so I could see what it was. It was the man who had asked for my parents and behind him I could’ve sworn I seen somebody else, a woman. Before I could make out the face everything went black.
I’m sorry to tell you that anything that happened between the time I was knocked out and the time that I woke up is a complete mystery to me, so bear with me here.
I woke up with a blindfold over my eyes. From now on I can only describe to you what I heard and felt. My hands were tied behind my back, I couldn’t get free, all I could do was wait.
I heard footsteps behind me, two pairs of foot steps. I was lifted off the ground and held upside down. I struggled to get free but it was futile, my hands were too tightly tied. The blood had stopped flowing to my hands, they were dead. One of the two people held me steady while the other had tied my feet to something on the ceiling. Yes, that’s right, the fan.
The blood began to rush to my head and my mind began to get cloudy. I heard a click that came from near the entrance to the room, at least where I thought the entrance was. It was obviously the flick of a switch, the one that turned the fan on. It started off slow but I couldn’t tell what was happening at first. It steadily got faster and I finally realized what was happening.
Once it picked up to full speed my skull began to slam against the wall. Once it cracked I could feel the blood flying off the back of my head. The wound had opened so much that it only took a matter of less than thirty second for me to slip into unconsciousness forever.
This is where I started to tell you my story, now you can help me find out who did this to me. The gateway to the afterlife will never open to me until I find my murderers, and their motives. If I don’t find this out I will be caught between the living and the dead for eternity.
Oh no! It’s the doorbell! Lina and Tina are here! I don’t want them to see me like this but I guess it’s for the best. They should know what happened. They’re probably the only ones that will mourn over my death anyways. Maybe they can help me.
I can hear them coming up the stairs, but I thought I locked the door? Oh, wait, that’s right, they know where the spare key is, they must’ve just let themselves in when they seen I wasn’t coming to the door. Why would they come up here first though? Maybe they heard the thumping.
Brace yourself, they’re coming in. Ah! Their screams are going to wake the dead! Tina doesn’t seem that shaken, or is she just scared stiff? Yes, I think that’s it. Lina’s gone downstairs, how could she just leave her sister like that?
Are those sirens? Lina must’ve called the police, so she was going for help not abandoning Tina. I can hear them coming up the stairs. They seem just as stunned at the way I was murdered as the twins were. Wow, already taking me down from the fan. Why are they going to the closet?
Are those people in my closet?! Did they hang themselves?! It’s the man and…my mother! Their lifting the hat off the man, I want to know who this person is! It’s…My father! My parents killed me? But why? There’s a note on the inside of the door.
We had to kill her, She was wasting too much money.
Everyday she would come home with some kind of injury
and we’d always be the ones nursing her back to health.
Not only that but whenever we were seen with her out on
the street everyone, young and old, would tease us because of
her size. It was too frustrating. We thought life would be easier
without her. We succeeded in killing her and thought that if
we mangled the body so badly we wouldn’t be able to recognize
her and it wouldn’t be as hard to take. We were wrong.
We shouldn’t have done something like this. The feeling you get
when you kill your own child is unbearable. We had to kill ourselves
to make up for what we’ve done. We’re sorry Elly.
My parents didn’t even want me until I was gone. At least I know who did it and why now though. I think I can pass on, and I think that with me knowing my parents were the ones and me knowing that they’re sorry they can pass on too. Maybe we’ll meet up again in the afterlife.
Thank you for all your help and support. I hope to be seeing you soon. Goodbye.
 Shikyomi · Sat Sep 16, 2006 @ 02:46pm · 1 Comments |
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*is still working on the title* Chapter 1 |
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From the sound of the panting and the slowing heavy footsteps on the worn gray tile floor you could easily tell that this person was tired and weak. The truth was that they had been for some time now and they could easily collapse at any given moment from exhaustion. They came up to the janitorial closet in the hallway and with little choice left they swung open the door. Slamming the door behind them as they lept in to hide in fear. Their olive green skirt had snagged on the door and was stuck. She had a decision to make and had to make it quick., was she going to leave her skirt stuck between the door and its frame and hope that her pursuers wouldn't see it, or was she going to open the door and free herself risking the secrecy of her where abouts?
Shikyomi · Mon Aug 21, 2006 @ 03:01pm · 0 Comments |
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Shikyomi · Tue Jun 13, 2006 @ 12:43pm · 0 Comments |
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Shikyomi · Tue Jun 06, 2006 @ 08:39pm · 0 Comments |
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Shikyomi · Tue Jun 06, 2006 @ 12:23am · 0 Comments |
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I have a load of homework that's due tomorrow and that I should be doing right now but what do I choose to do instead? I decide to come on Gaia and eat cheesecake...mmm the cheesecake is so good though...
Shikyomi · Tue May 09, 2006 @ 09:44pm · 2 Comments |
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New Story - Prayers from Within |
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Shikyomi · Fri May 05, 2006 @ 12:04am · 0 Comments |
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So bored...and hungry...and bored...Cant think of anything to say, I was just so bored and i noticed I havent made a journal entry in a while so I just decided to write one. Omg, "these pants have healing properties" I cant believe I actually wrote that in my story, it was supposed to be plants not pants but i fixed it now so its all good...okay i have nothing else to say...back to my staring at the fly on the wall...
Shikyomi · Mon May 01, 2006 @ 12:35am · 1 Comments |
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