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I submitted the following story to this site and it got deleted the very second it finished uploading.

Can somebody please tell me what's wrong with it? Its title is'' Tammy's Ten Thousand Terrible Truths. ''Thank you!!

"So... you want to summon a demon, huh?

Hear that, Tammy?! You're wanted somewhere else, now leave me the fuck alone!

Its name is not Tammy, but I call it Tammy because it always makes this "tadamm-tadamm" noise whenever it wants to make its presence known. It sounds like a child imitating a running train...

Yeah, that's it. A running train. Only, it doesn't have the voice of a child, but the voice of an entire family. It doesn't make much sense, I know, but it really does sound like a man, a woman and three children speaking simultaneously.

I've met my fair share of people I never want to meet again, but I don't wish the haunting of this voice to anyone! No matter how terrible of a person they might be... nobody deserves this agony. I don't even know why it chose me. I broke down my entire life, I even traced my family tree all the way back to the 14th century and, nothing! I am the plainest, most normal girl you could ever meet! I really am!

I don't get it... Why is it after me, and not after my brother, for instance?! He's the one who's into the paranormal, reads horror novels and all that shit. Why am I the only one who can hear it, why is it telling all of these things to me?!

I, like, invented the word "mediocre", I did: I'm average-looking, I like to talk about boys, sales and homework with my girlfriends, I'm into action movies, I upload Instagram pictures, I tweet three times a day, I walk my dogs every evening and I'm addicted to digestive biscuits, really, why me?!

Let me tell you something...

Let me tell you, that there are two types of people I've grown to hate.

The first type, are the ones that claim they've had a paranormal experience in which the unseen presence called out to them by name.

Others say, demons don't know your full name and you mustn’t, by any means, tell them your full name!

Tammy, are you reading this?! My full name is Jacqueline Vanessa Caspar, in case you didn't already know that, which I'm quite sure you didn't, since you don't give a crap! If I have been born a boy, my name would have been Jackson Evan Caspar, according to my mom, or Jackson Tyler Caspar, according to my dad.

Is that useful information, Tammy? Do you also need my social security number?! I’m quite willing to give it to you, if you’d stop those awful monologues...

Don't fall for this, people. Demons don't bother to learn your names. They really don't give a shit, because if they decide to drive you insane with fear, or if they decide they want to walk in your shoes, they will. Demons know us humans use social media to stalk one another, and even though they do appreciate our creativity, they laugh at the pitiful, powerless creatures we are. Demons won't call you by name. They won't call you at all. They will simply speak to you and they will tell you things, that will make you want to bleach your brain out just to un-hear them. This leads me to the second type of people I came to hate...

Who was the first to say that "knowledge is power"? Seriously, who the fuck said that knowledge is power?!

Show me that person and I'll spit between their eyes!

Knowledge is power, huh?

If knowledge is power, I am the most powerful person on the face of the earth.

And the most powerful person on the face of the earth, is tied up to an electric chair, in a state in which this penalty shouldn't be legal anymore... I am 3.600 feet below the ocean surface. I know this, because the guards that are watching me, had a discussion about this while they thought I was sleeping.

I get beaten every day. I'm being asked whom I work for and how I came across the information I know.

It's funny, actually... just 7 months ago, my main concerns were work assignments and my boyfriends’ mood swings.

I told them everything I know time and time again. Now, I have to endure this endless suffering because nobody will believe me.

I was 7 when I first heard Tammy.

It didn't even dawn on it, that I was still a child. Tammy began its short, stomach-clenching monologues with the most terrible truth of them all. As always, it started the same...

"Tadamm-tadamm... tadamm- tadamm...", like a human trying to ridiculously imitate a machine. I sensed its presence and like any child with fear of the boogie man, I gripped Mr. Teddy tighter and hid under the covers.

By then, it was already too late.

My entire life imploded, when I first heard Tammy's voice. No names were asked. Names aren't as important as us humans want them to be. There are labels far greater to each and every one of us, than any name shall be...

"Do you want to know, how the world will end?"

Of course I didn't! I was 7, for Christ's sake, all I cared for, was chocolate cake, that I get a brunette Barbie for Christmas and that Connie, who always liked playing house with me, invites me to his birthday party the following weekend! Or, did I?

"The world... will end?"

Did I really mutter that question? I was too scared to even think and yet... I reacted.

And Tammy told me.

It was the beginning of the end. I asked mommy and daddy if they came to my room the next morning. They didn't. I was too young for this shit and yet, I knew.

I knew what Tammy was.

Tammy told me a truth per night.

"Do you know... how Harry will die?"

I had named my hamster after Harry Potter.

"She'll die of a blood clot in the heart in 10... 9... 8... 7..." 'It's a she?!', I asked myself.

By the time I decided to rename my hamster to "Ginny", she was already dead.

I was 12, when I asked my cousin not to go to his best friend's house the following weekend.

He didn't listen. He never made it to his friend's house and was never heard of since.

I was 14, when I told my mother not to trust her new boyfriend. She didn't listen. After she broke up with him, their sex tape got uploaded online and she even had to quit her job, because numerous colleagues of hers asked if the woman in the video was her.

I was 17, when I told my chemistry teacher that she's pregnant. She slapped me across the face the very second I told her that. It was a reaction by impulse and I knew it was coming. I don't have enough fingers on my body to say how many times she apologized after that. I knew she had it rough, so pressing charges never crossed my mind. She wasn't married and yet, she applied for maternity leave the next month.

I was 20, when I sent my first anonymous letter to the German embassy.

I cut out all the letters from papers and magazines, like any cliché anonymous expeditor would.

"There will be a terrorist attack in Frankfurt airport, on the 11th of August. Keep an eye out for a white male with brown hair and brown eyes in an expensive-looking grey suit. He may not look the part, but he will plant a bomb under a Check-In desk, where tenths of people will be waiting in line."

Did it make a difference? I don't think so, because people died on the 11th of August anyway. I knew this, because Tammy knew this, and Tammy tells me a truth per night.

"Do you know, that your uncle is not the father of your youngest cousin?", "Do you know, that Jake, your former class bully, has been abused by your spots teacher as a child?", "Do you know, that your brother's girlfriends' name is Troy?"

I know everything.

I know everything, because Tammy tells me everything.

"Do you know... that scientists created a sexually transmitted disease worse that AIDS? And that Stephanie from the cake shop you always go to, is carrying it?"

I didn't want to know that. I don't want to know anything! I just want to live my life! Laugh, love, give birth, make a difference, get promoted...

This is not what I wanted... buying magazines and papers just for the title fonts.

I'm 34 now and I've sent over 100 anonymous letters to American, Swiss, German, English, Belgian, Finnish, Japanese, Korean, Danish, Norwegian and Netherlands’ embassies all around the world. Even so, I've helped too few.

Nobody is taking me seriously. Tammy might belong to the underworld, but I'm human for Pete's sake! I am on the side of my own kind! It's not my fault that I know who's kid is going to be kidnapped next for snuff videos, or who's dirty secret is about to be discovered!

Why won't anybody believe me?! I warn you as best I can about these terrible things, and yet, you let them happen, just to see if my theory is right?!

I'm sometimes under the impression, you're more terrible than Tammy is!

But then, Tammy comes back to visit and it reminds me that... nobody can be as terrible as this.

I don't want to know how I will die...

I don’t know want to know how you will die. Neither do I want to know how my captors will die, but Tammy cares about my wishes as much as it cares about my name. To my despair, I know everything...

I just told two of my torturers where Isis will strike next and they decided to give me the death penalty.

"Who is their leader?!"

I don't know. Tammy doesn't do names.

They smack an iron bar across my ribcage.

I'm in the electric chair, waiting for the priest to end a prayer to an entity I've always been skeptic of.

"Just get it over with", I hear myself saying, not one complete, healthy tooth inside of my mouth.

I'm damned.

I know I am. Don't bother telling me otherwise, for I can see it... Tammy is right in front of me.

A woman and a little girl.

Please don't ask for features. They're black with dark hair, but then again, they just might be white with blond hair, if they get out of those heavy shadows. I can't tell. All I can see, is that they're girls. Both of them. They look so similar, I'm certain they're mother and daughter, for one is the miniature version of the other.

I see no eyes. I see grins, though. Sharp smiles and long, sleek hair to top off hourglass shapes.

~ In the name of the Mother and of the Daughter and of the... ~

"Oh no... oh Lord, please have mercy, please don't!", I cry. The officer that is about to pull the handle and the priest that is summoning an ignorant force, conclude that I am begging for my life. As a matter of fact, I am.

But not for the reason they'd think.

Unlike me, they can't see the two women. I know that, if I die, I'd belong to them. Forever and ever, I'd be under the mercy of the mother and daughter before me.

And as I watch their grins widen in perfect synchronization, I hear myself say...

“Wanna know, how the world will end?”

"Fuck you, you sick bitch!"

The officer I told two days ago that his wife is cheating on him with his high school bully, pulled the handle of the electric chair.

The mother and the daughter giggled excitedly as I howled my last despair.

It hurt. A lot.

My exterior turned to bubble wrap as my interior burned to mush.

Want to hear the worst part?

Tammy was still there when it ended.

"Welcome to the divine Anti-Trinity", it said.

If there already is a mother and a daughter... I guess, I must be the damned spirit.

So, the last terrible truth you shall hear from me, is...

the divine Anti-Trinity is complete.

Tadamm-tadamm...

Do something you enjoy today. Take your family out. Go on a trip to Europe or Asia, or wherever you want to go. Do the one thing you always wanted to do, but never got a chance to—

because the world is going to end.

Really soon." 