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                               Legend of Zelda: Last rights

''On September 22nd 2014 the 23 year old named Stuart fascia, was found dead in his home on Lane-house road. Police found the diary of the man. There won’t be any more investigations as police have gathered all of the evidence and it points to the death being suicide. ''

 January 12th 2014 (day  1):

Hello diary. My name is Stuart Fascia and for the next few months I will be writing in here. But I digress; I should start at the beginning. My story begins at a simple shopping centre; me and my girlfriend Rebecca were shopping. We came across a rather young man selling games by a fountain. I strolled away from my girlfriend to have a look what was on sale. As I got closer to the man, there was one thing that stood out to me more than anything. An old, rather dirty looking copy of my favourite childhood game, Legend of Zelda for the Nintendo Entertainment System, or NES. The only problem with this was, as cliché as it may be, was that the cartridge didn’t have a sticker. It only had in black marker “legend of Z”. I asked the young man how much he wanted for the game, and he said I could take it for £1.00 ($1.65) which wasn’t that bad of a deal. Anyway, I bought it straight away, and my girlfriend said “why did you but that piece of shit?” murmuring in an angry tone. I didn’t answer her. Nothing unusual happened the rest of day one.

 January 14th 2014 (day 3):

I didn’t have time to write anything down or play the game yesterday because I was at work. But today I set up the old, dusty NES and sat down, ready for the nostalgia to kick in. I had to borrow my younger brother’s old TV so I could set up my console. He reluctantly agreed, and helped my carry it to my house. Anyway, I turned on the console and I could hear the tune that used to make my mouth drop with awe as a child. But something just didn’t feel right. There was a feeling in me that told me to turn the damned thing off. Wish I listened to that feeling. There were some glitches on the menu, but nothing serious. Rebecca called me a “weirdo” and “daft” for playing such an old game. I clicked start to hear a loud screech coming from the TV. I reached for the off button and pushed my hand down on the button. Then, silence through-out the house. I turned on the NES again. Rebecca shouting “WHY ARE YOU PUTTING IT ON AGAIN! ARE YOU STUPID?” I considered leaving it off, but I wanted to play. So I turned it back on, to hear no screech. Only the quiet legend of Zelda theme. That was the other problem. The theme was slower and more un-natural. If you listened to it long enough, you would make you feel rather uncomfortable. It is just like another song; wish I could remember the name. Lavender town or something like that. Anyway, I need to get some sleep. I’ll write some more later.

 January 17th 2014 (day 6):

I woke up this morning to hear the theme on my TV this morning. This was weird, because nobody was in the house apart from me and my girlfriend. I was half awake when I seen it, but I’m sure it said, “Join us” where the title should be. It was only there for a millisecond when I walked in the room. Rebecca came in, putting her hands on my shoulders, saying “I think it’s a bit early to play that legend of Mario game of yours.”  As she slowly walked into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Around mid-day, I was left alone as Rebecca went out with my mum. I decided to “man up” and play the game. I turn on the console and it loads up fine. I get up to the part where you meet the man in the cave. I move link up to him and he says “why….Stuart…..why?”  Even though I made sure my save was called Link. I continued the conversation with the man until he said, “you will suffer, like Michael did.” I was now utterly confused as why I would suffer, and who was Michael? “He must have been the last owner.” I muttered to myself. I didn’t realise that I was sweating lightly. I took a break to get a drink and get a camera. I placed the camera next to me, turning it on. I pressed un-pause and began to play again. The conversation with the old man lasted for 15 minutes. He was saying things like “why would you come back?” and “we will make sure you burn in hell.” I decided to turn the NES off, save the footage on the camera, and get some sleep.

 January 22nd 2014 (day 11):

I’m sorry for not writing for a while. I haven’t been sleeping very well these past couple of days. Rebecca says I haven’t been the same since Thursday. She says I’m more “jittery”. The game, it’s been watching me. Waiting for me to turn on the NES. I played the game yesterday. It was asking personal questions. When I play the game, I can’t get the feeling that I get I’m being watched. Like there is a pair of eyes fixated on me somewhere in my house. I know that I’m not being watche, but I can’t help it. Rebecca says I need to spend more time with her, but she always says that. “Stuart, I need to spend more time with you, you’re playing that fucking game way too much!” she says, trying to keep calm. I look at her, with a rather un-pleased look on my face. She storms out of the house, tears in her eyes, heading to my mum’s house. That’s when thing get weirder. An hour or two passed, and I was still playing that game. It starts acting strange. I get to a boss fight, and I try to get up off the sofa, but I couldn’t move. Then some, rather disturbing text fades in on the screen “Your time has come Stuart.”  I realise that I need to defeat this boss. Not for the game. But for my own life. My palms holding the controller become more and more sweaty and I find it harder to grip. My head racing and my heart beating, my last swing of the sword and the boss goes down. I can finally move off the sofa. “What kind of sick fucking person would put this into such a sweet game?” I ask myself again and again, pacing up and down the room, trying to calm myself down. Eventually, Rebecca comes home and I hug her as soon as she walks into the living room, shaking and quiet. “What’s wrong?” she says in a soothing voice. “Nothing” I reply, “I just missed you.” We carried on with our regular day, but I couldn’t bring myself to play the game again. I’m going on holiday for a few weeks, to get away from all of this stress. Rebecca says that I’m creeping her out and we need to leave the house for a while. I have just put the bags in my car and we are ready to go. Goodbye, for now.

 February 2nd 2014 (day 20):

What. The. Fuck. Rebecca and I walked into the house, cheerful and up-beat. To find that there was some form of red substance. It couldn’t have been blood, could it? No, I am just thinking too deeply. Anyhow, on the wall was scrawled out “JOIN US”, just like what I saw on the TV. We just thought of it as a hoax, thinking my younger brother Andrew could of done it. But why would he do such a sick thing like that? My dog Daisy has also gone missing, I asked mum and she said she didn’t see her when she walked her dogs. I feel like I’m being watched, constantly. A pair of eyes staring at me, non-stop. When I turned on the game after a few hours, it started out fine, but it skipped the first half of the game. I braced myself for the next boss battle, praying that it wouldn’t be like the other fight. The good part was no, it wasn’t like the other fight. The bad news was it was worse. The boss said some dialogue first. “Stuart, you shall suffer a fate worse than death…like Michael did.” I got rather worried at this point. “Why does everybody in Hyrule say that I will suffer like Michael did? And who in God’s name was Michael?!”  My mental state was getting worse and worse the further I went into the game. My brother came to see me today with his friend Katie. They were both worried for me as they said I was acting weird. It’s late now, I’m going to bed.

 February 5th 2014 (day 23):

I don’t know how much more of this “torture” I can take. The game, it just keeps getting worse and worse. Asking personal questions and threatening me. But the worse thing was what happened tonight. I know I keep on saying “you will end like Michael did.” But tonight, the game actually showed me what happened to that poor young man. I’m not going into too much graphic detail, but he was found in his apartment in America, dead. It looked like it was some form of sacrifice. On the wall, written in blood, I think it was, were the letters L-O-Z. Meaning legend of Zelda I think. But anyway, the game shown this image to me when I defeated the next boss from a couple of days ago. After this, I was left legitimately scared and just wanted to turn off the fucking damn game. But there was a part of me that wanted to carry on. I wish that I just took a hammer to the NES. I’m sure I heard feet dragging across the landing, like somebody, or something, was pulling a large object across the floor. Then…                                                                                                                                            silence. When everything was silent, The TV started to produce static, Even though I left the NES on. I shrugged it off, turned off the TV, and had something to eat. I came back into my living room to find Daisy, Laid out on the floor, dead. But no blood, like you may expect. Instead, the dog was just lying there. Not moving. Not breathing. I was silent, not screaming, not crying. Only staring at the dog. Why did this happen to me? Why now? All I had done was play a stupid game. The game. I ran out of the house, running to my mum’s house. My mum, Rebecca and I stood there, after moving the dead dog out of the house. I was silent. Rebecca hugged me, thinking I was upset about the dog. I was, but it was something else that was bugging me. I remember reading a story like this on the internet. If I remember, it was called PAH (never stop running). Is this a similar thing? But I’m going off track. An hour or two after the incident, I was sat on the sofa, Rebecca watching Most haunted. I was pondering what has happened over the past couple of weeks. The dog, finding out what happened to Michael, and finding that FUCKING GAME. I am very sorry for swearing. But you do not realise what I am going through. Anyway, I have to go to bed; I’m at work in the morning.

 February 7th 2014 (day 25):

I can’t take this anymore. The game. It keeps on torturing me. But I can’t stop playing. I got to Ganon, the final boss, and that was the most disturbing part. Pictures of dead people were flashing on the screen for the first half of the fight. People that I once knew in my life. And then the second half was even worse. Link got killed by Ganon in one strike. But instead of blood, guts, and intestines going all over the screen, a simple text box faded in. it read “Stuart, you are weak. You cannot change your fate now. Nothing you can do can prepare you for your eternal suffering. You will suffer, and you WILL die. But not by us. But by your own hand.” What the fuck was I reading? Did the game want me to kill myself? That couldn’t be true. But it would take me away from this hell-hole. Andrew, you have been a great brother to me. Live your life to the full. Rebecca, I love you and don’t forget me when I am gone. I love you all so much. I didn’t expect my life to end like this. Goodbye.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Hello. My name is Andrew Briggs. I am 14 years old .I loved my brother. He was depressed and took his own life. Stuart wouldn’t take his own life for selfish reasons. He had lots to live for. I don’t know why or how he done it. When I was at his funeral, I was given a gift by Stuart before he died. After that, I went home to open the gift. It was an NES. Also, there was one game that I have always wanted to play for years. It was the Legend of Zelda… ''