User:Khaotik12

Fuck. Is he still after me? I think I lost him before, but I'm not sure. I keep hearing the leaves and shit crackle, and I can't tell if it's him or just another squirrel. If it is him, I can't really run anymore, so I'm gonna die anyway. If it's an animal, then I guess I'm good. Okay, let me explain.

So I met him a few years ago. He soon became my best friend, which wasn't exactly difficult, given I didn't have any other friends. I was more of the dungeons and dragons kind of guy, rather than the friend type. He got married about two years ago, and they moved into his house. I visit him every now and then, because we're still friends.

He's a good guy. But, there is a problem with his house. He always locks up the cellar before I come over. I've asked him what's in there, but he just tells me not to go up there because it's dangerous. He says there's like broken beer bottles and stuff up there from when his other friends come over. I've met his other friends before, and they are heavy drinkers, so it made sense.

Even after the years of being friends with him, I've never gone up there. I don't want to cut my feet! Better to just stay down in the dining room and living room. It's interesting down there anyway. He always has such great stories. And his food is fantastic!

But today was different. His wife was gone. He said she canceled at the last minute because one of her friends who had moved had revisited town. I understood this, and just forgot about it.

He made steaks tonight, and I was shocked but delighted, because he usually doesn't have the money for steaks. I ate my fair share (okay, way more than my fair share) and we told stories and laughed. I felt the urge to take a shit after a while, given I'd eaten like 3 steaks at that point.

I went upstairs to the bathroom, did my business, washed my hands and face, and paused. Her purse was still here. I've known her for two years, and she never leaves her purse. She even takes it when she won't need it. Well, that's probably nothing. Maybe she forgot it.

When I left the bathroom, I stopped for a second to yawn, as it was getting late at that point. I took a nice, long, loud yawn. Then, I heard a slight tapping from the attic. I remained still and listened because there was no one up there, and it was probably a tired hallucination.

Then the tapping came again.

That was all I needed. I'd always wanted to go up there, and that was all the reason I needed. If it was just bottles, he wouldn't be too angry. I tried the little door on the ceiling, and it opened. Strange, because it is usually locked.

I let down the ladder and went up. What I saw up there was horrifying, and disgusting.

His wife was tied to a large armchair, bleeding onto the floor next to a table with a large knife and a lighter. Over on the other side of the room was a recently used grill. She was blindfolded and gagged. There were pieces of her flesh torn or cut out. She was badly burnt, and her skin was blackened. I could see bone under the skin, poking out of her body.

I immediately ran over, untied her, and took off the blindfold and gag. She saw me and started sobbing. I didn't want to touch her any more because there was blood and burn marks all over her, with visible knife wounds. She opened her mouth slightly, and spoke.

"Steaks."

I stopped. My mouth fell open. He never did have the money for steaks. I guess this was his substitute. And I ATE it. I ATE PIECES OF HIS WIFE.

I had to go. I had to run and call the police. I can't just let this happen. I started to turn towards the door to leave.

"Why did you have to do it? I told you not to go up here."

He was standing in the center of the room, feet away from me. He had a gun in his hand.

"I gave you one simple rule."

Luckily, I thought rationally. He wouldn't let me out alive, so I had to make it out myself.

"How could you? I thought you loved her!"

I yelled at him that last phrase over and over again until he gave me an answer.

"That bitch had it coming. And now we can finish dinner. I notice you enjoyed the steaks."

He had a cruel, gruesome smile. He knew that hurt me more than anything he could attack me with.

"So you cooked her with that?"

I gestured to the grill on the other side. When he turned, I grabbed the knife on the table and lunged at him. He noticed too late and fired a shot. He hit me, but the pure adrenaline kept me going. I stabbed him in the arm and pushed him out the door. He fell down and started to get back up. I jumped down to the bottom of the ladder and ran.

I got out the front door before I heard him running down the stairs.

"You can't stop me. We both know I'm not giving up!"

I lost him in the woods, but the bullet is taking effect, and I can't run anymore. I tried calling the police, but I can't get signal in the woods. I can only hope that he can't find me.

Police, if you're reading this, his name is Jack Savan. He lives at 63 Grand Place. His house is white with some blue. If you find him, please promise me that

Hush hush, friend. It's time for dinner.