User:Zombieog

CREEPYPASTA: FAR GONE

[1:05 p.m. 1/26/97] It had been just 24 hours ago that I sat under the overhanging leaves of a tall majestic palm tree, but what would come in the next 24 hours would have changed the course of my life, taking such a turn the it felt like a part on my soul and mind had flown out of me whilst skidding past what could have been; I was a Harvard law grad, I studied all my life to become an environmental lawyer helping the world become a better place for the generations to come. I had a girlfriend which I loved, hoping one day to ask her for her hand and raise a generation of our own, as soon as I would have paid my school debts and had some time to settle down I would have bought her the biggest diamond ring she could have ever imagined …… I guess it doesn’t matter now, all that matters I that I will be spending the rest on my miserable days in this hell hole. The rest of my days will be filled with the heart wrenching screams of the people or demons next door. I’m not going to bother telling you the details of what happened yesterday for all that matters Is where I stand and where I stand cant be changed not until I die and they carry my soulless body out to the cremation center where I will be forgotten as well as my memories. I guess that’s why I write this, in the hopes that one-day someone reads this and knows my story. Hopefully you are reading this now realizing that not every thing is how it seems. Now to tell you where I am, I stand in a small room, what looks to be like an old meat locker, with a pencil in my hand which I am only allowed to use when a guard is watching me, I write in a small composition notebook. Its only been a few hours and I’m struggling with the fact that I’m here I’m actually here! In this very place, I here the muffled screams of people with insanity seeping out of there foaming mouths, I heard a conversation of some guards that one on the patients bit through the skin, fat, and the muscle of their arm and chewed on the bone of their severed arm as if it were some sort of dog toy. I feel as if staying much longer will make me insane as if your weren’t already crazy when your arrived, 24 hours later you would go insane and I could already feel my blood rush I felt the anger, where would I be in 24 hours? [2:55 p.m. 1/2/97]I had just arrived at 9 o ‘clock in the morning yet it feels like an overwhelming eternity, this what worse than HELL! I feels like burning eternally would be paradise compared to they god forsaken place…. I saw a woman at lunch earlier she seemed to be normal at first glance but I guess no one is normal in this place anyway, she sat on this old rusty metal bench with a nurse next to her, the woman was handcuffed she wore shackles around her ankles, I could see the purple bruising around the metal, she was refusing to get fed by the nurse like 2 year old child would next thing I new I could hear loud shouting from the woman, the woman then wrapped the excess chain from her handcuffs around the nurses neck and began to strangle her seconds later the lifeless body fell to the cold hard ground before the guards could reach. The woman was then hit hard on the side of the head with one of the guard’s baton they carried her body out of the room I could still see drops of blood on the floor I really didn’t like this place. [7:30 p.m. 1/2/97]I can’t stop thinking of what that woman did today. this feeling I had inside of me was something that I couldn’t explain I wasn’t disturbed, I wasn’t frightened, I wasn’t disgusted it wasn’t negative it felt like she did what was needed but I don’t understand how this could possibly be positive…I wont be sleeping much tonight I guess no one does around here until your body drops of exhaustion, well I might as well try to get some sleep [1:30 a.m. 1/3/97]I couldn’t sleep. [2:00 a.m. 1/3/97]it feels like a warm blanket over me as if love wrapped its arms around me yet I still can’t sleep. I know why the woman did what she did the nurse didn’t bother her the woman just knew the nurse would be better of wrapping the warm blanket, other people call blood, around her but in the end she failed she didn’t have the tools or the time but I did and this guards 300 pound body should suffice I will be able to sleep soundly tonight ☺.

Police report: A man by the name of Carlos Mortice was found in his cell of the Highwater correctional asylum. He was found sleeping in the remains of Jonathan Allen, he was found wrapped in the intestines of Mr. Allen curled under the metal spring bed. No word on the times of the attack but a small composition book was found lodged inside the body of Mr. Allen the man was shot on site. More to come as we do more research on the history of Carlos Mortice.