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3:48 PM, Friday, November 5th, 2014

Icarus Twostep-

I woke up today, and looked to my alarm clock. I’m late…It was the last day of school anyways… I told myself. But I still felt bad for missing it… I probably just miss my friends…there’s just a bad vibe in the air… I walked outside for a bit, and saw Carl and Rick, and said hi, talked a little, and said “see you guys tomorrow”. And that was it. I forgot to mention… I live in a small town just north of Dawson, Canada. The town is called Hagoko, like its Japanese, or something, though.

5:00 PM

I am working on my post-academic assignment I have to give to Mrs. Hugo three days from now. I start to see things… I need to take the pills again… I don’t know why… I took my last one a month ago, I should have been good for another two months… something’s not right. Am I sleeping days away? I’m going senile, aren’t I…?

Around 9:00

I saw Jake, my twin, at McDonalds. Tried to avoid him, but he still saw me. It was useless anyways… I got in a fight with him… someone called the police… he followed me home and earned himself a breaking and entering charge, as well as attempted assault… I can’t take much more of him… everywhere I move, he moves, it’s like he’s following me. Wait… is that it? No… it’s probably just a coincidence… we are twins, after all…

3:47 AM, Saturday, November 6th

I finished the post-academic paper… what time is it? 10? 12? I broke the alarm clock in the fight with Jake.

4:12 AM,

Jake Twostep-

I don’t know anymore. Sally keeps on giving me alcohol even though she knows I can’t handle it, but when I see it, it’s like I have to drink it until I no longer can. I wish she would stop. I’ve lost so many friends, family, and even my own brother- a twin, no less. I’m deathly afraid I’ll end up with a murder charge.

5:08 AM

Someone’s tapping on the door. I thought Sally would get it, so I drifted back to sleep.

5:12 AM

I woke to someone- Something- kicking my bedroom door down. I reached for my rifle, but it wasn’t there. I immediately got out of bed. I looked around, but nothing had been touched. My desk was intact, the floor was as clean as ever, but my door was obliterated. I realized at that moment that they- it- was probably at Sally’s room. I turned around to find my rifle, but as soon as I did, the back of my neck suddenly went hot, and some liquid started seeping down my back. I realized, with shock, that someone had slit the back of my neck. Everything started to blur… I must have started raging. I remember. I turned around. I wish I didn’t. I’ll never forget that- thing’s face. I’m happy that I’m dead. I’m happy.

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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center">And the last.

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<p class="MsoNormal">6:49 AM

<p class="MsoNormal">Sally Juno-

<p class="MsoNormal">I wish that door was closed. I wish I didn’t discover the body till morning. Am I happy? Am I sad? I don’t remember anymore. I’m calling the police.

<p class="MsoNormal">Icarus Twostep-

<p class="MsoNormal">I was looking outside towards Jack’s window, spiting him in my mind. Then I saw it turn on. ''What? He should be asleep… ''I thought. I looked again and I saw a very small drop of… what was it? Paint? That’s not a very fitting color… not to mention it’s so late. Then I saw the cops. No… I thought.

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<p class="MsoNormal">''Don’t go to his house. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Don’t pull up. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Don’t go inside.

<p class="MsoNormal">I called Sally.

<p class="MsoNormal">I wish I didn’t.

<p class="MsoNormal">I’ll never forgive myself. I dropped the phone after she told me.

<p class="MsoNormal">I got the 10 meters of rope out of my closet.

<p class="MsoNormal">I stood on the table.

<p class="MsoNormal">Everything went black.

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<p class="MsoNormal">7:56 PM, Monday, August 17th 2017

<p class="MsoNormal">Carl Morman-

<p class="MsoNormal">“It was three years ago, but I still can’t forget about it. Jake was brutally murdered. Icarus was hung on the same night. They haven’t found the culprit. Will they ever? I still can’t believe it. I… Icarus was one of my best friends, and I cared for Jack…” I wrote on my online journal. I sent it to Max so he could proofread it. It felt like they were just words. I hated myself for not caring more. Yes, I know, you all are like, “oh, he is a sadist” “oh, he is a jerk”. I don’t know. Maybe I am. Then I turn and see Icarus.

<p class="MsoNormal">I know what this is.

<p class="MsoNormal">I’m hallucinating. I always have. I stand up and walk through him. His humanoid form dissipates. But then it happens again. I see a little girl standing next to Jake. Hand in hand. I remember who she is. Norman. Jake’s daughter. Poor girl. She died after a heart attack, because some kids made her watch Deliver us from Evil. The kids are still in juvenile detention. Norman is in Heaven. Wherever that is. I can’t bring myself to walk through them. I blink. They are still there. I blink again. Still there. I close my eyes and walk forward. When I open them. I am back where I was. I fall down. I can’t feel my right leg. I look up. They are staring at me. I close my eyes and let myself drift away… but I don’t feel any different. I open my eyes and look up. They are no longer there. I am glad for a second, but I still can’t feel my right leg. I look back at it, no, I look back at nothing. It’s like I’m up to my stomach in a dark, mirror-like wall. I scream. It’s engulfing me. Rick runs in from the other room. I barely have time to say “help” before everything goes black.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rick Kiolot-

<p class="MsoNormal">What is that? Whatever it is, it just swallowed Carl whole. I need to get out of here. But I can’t get my legs to move. I’m stuck, I’m just sleeping deer to a bear. I-I need to regain mobility. Come on, come on! I can’t move. I look up. It is less than a meter from my face. I pray. And it is the last thing I do.

<p class="MsoNormal">12:58 PM

<p class="MsoNormal">Lucy Nana-

<p class="MsoNormal">I just moved into the house. Apparently the last owner hung himself. Sad, but it’s a nice house. Drew and Layla, my children, are playing Call of Duty with Robert, my husband. It’s about to be Drew’s 19th birthday. The table is set, and we just finished unpacking the boxes. I call for everyone to sit at the table. I sit down and I hear everyone walking to the room. They all sit down.

<p class="MsoNormal">Drew Kilo-

<p class="MsoNormal">I sit down at the table. Mom wants us to start the happy birthday song, but I tell her I’m too old. She ignores me, and I give in. Happy birthday to me, happy… we hear a gunshot. We all fall silent. This is too much. I need alone time.

<p class="MsoNormal">1:02 AM

<p class="MsoNormal">Layla Kilo-

<p class="MsoNormal">Brother walks away, and I stare into space for a while. We will probably resume the birthday later. But to my surprise, he doesn’t walk upstairs. Instead, he walks into the bathroom. What’s on his mind? I think. But I can’t think of an answer. <ac_metadata title="NEW PASTA! AFTER 50 LIKES I WILL WRITE FULL VERSION&#10;(just give a comment with the word &quot;like&quot;)"> </ac_metadata>