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Even though strung on hallucinogenics and
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Even though strung on hallucinogenics and other hard drugs, the story I am about to write is one hundred percent true. I don’t care what the police said or how every doctor said it must be just the trauma, I know what I saw and no one can take that from me.
other hard drugs, the story I am about to write is one hundred percent true. I
 
don’t care what the police
 
said or how every doctor said it must be just the trauma, I know what I saw and
 
no one can take that from me.
 
   
 
No one.
 
No one.
   
I spent the last
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I spent the last ten years having that night repeat in my sleep like an old television, rewinding every time it ended until I woke up in the morning. I want rid of that memory, but it will never leave me.
ten years having that night repeat in my sleep like an old television,
 
rewinding every time it ended until I woke up in the morning. I want rid of
 
that memory, but it will never leave me.
 
   
Not until I do ''something''.
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Not until I do something.
   
So maybe posting
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So maybe posting it online, on this site, might bring me some closure to my head. Maybe, after I finish the last word, I will pass out and wake up anew. You never know.
it online, on this site, might bring me some closure to my head. Maybe, after I
 
finish the last word, I will pass out and wake up anew. You never know.
 
   
Due to that night
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Due to that night taking up my dreams for the last decade, I have memorized it to death.
taking up my dreams for the last decade, I have memorized it to death.
 
   
I don’t
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I don’t know if you reading this might set him on you, but please, close it down before you go any further if you worry about that.
know if you reading this might set ''him ''on you, but please, close it down before you go any further if
 
you worry about that.
 
   
Okay, this was
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Okay, this was how that night went.
how that night went.
 
   
<hr />That night was the high school graduation party. My entire year got together and organized a
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That night was the high school graduation party. My entire year got together and organized a
night where we stayed in after dark and party all night in the Assembly Hall.
 
They brought some money together and got an actual DJ to play tracks while we
 
all danced. Our teachers told us that we could not bring booze onto campus,
 
however we brought cans of the stuff anyway.
 
   
My friend,
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night where we stayed in after dark and party all night in the Assembly Hall. They brought some money together and got an actual DJ to play tracks while we all danced. Our teachers told us that we could not
Matthias, decided that that night, he was going to lose his virginity. He asked
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bring booze onto campus, however we brought cans of the stuff anyway.
me if I would like to join him in his pursuit and, because I was intoxicated
 
off my ass, I agreed. We swooped into groups of equally hammered women and
 
seeing if any of them were interested.
 
   
Despite using our
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My friend, Matthias, decided that that night, he was going to lose his virginity. He asked me if I would like to join him in his pursuit and, because I was intoxicated off my ass, I agreed. We swooped into groups of equally hammered women and seeing if any of them were interested.
best pickup lines, it was to no avail. While the girls were unable to stand
 
still without swerving left and right like grass in a light breeze, they still
 
had a bit of sense in them and rejected us through drunken slurs.
 
   
So, we decided to
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Despite using our best pickup lines, it was to no avail. While the girls were unable to stand still without swerving left and right like grass in a light breeze, they still had a bit of sense in them and rejected us through drunken slurs.
ditch the party. It was getting late, and home beckoned us. We exited the
 
school grounds and noticed something eerie about the town at night: It was dead
 
silent. Maybe the transition from loud music to a quiet breeze that only
 
mustered to make the trees’ leaves rustle was dramatic, however my
 
heart began rusting up with a foreboding pain.
 
   
I did not want to
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So, we decided to ditch the party. It was getting late, and home beckoned us. We exited the school grounds and noticed something eerie about the town at night: It was dead silent. Maybe the transition from loud music to a quiet breeze that only mustered to make the trees’ leaves rustle was dramatic, however my heart began rusting up with a foreboding pain.
go into town.
 
   
Seeing my
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I did not want to go into town.
resistance to leave the school gates, my friend chuckled. From what I could
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understand, he said, “Hey, bro, don’t be such a pussy. Its a
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Seeing my resistance to leave the school gates, my friend chuckled. From what I could understand, he said, “Hey, bro, don’t be such a pussy. Its a town, we are surrounded by people.”
town, we are surrounded by people.”
 
   
 
“But we are completely… fucked…”
 
“But we are completely… fucked…”
   
“Don’t worry about it. I have a phone, you have a phone, nothing
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“Don’t worry about it. I have a phone, you have a phone, nothing can go wrong. We’ll just circle the town for a while and head back just in time for our parents.”
can go wrong. We’ll just circle the town for a while and head back just in time
 
for our parents.”
 
   
I regret not
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I regret not bothering to take driving lessons at the time. I could have just went home and fell into my comfy bed. But as I staggered back away from him, Matthias stomped over to me and grabbed my arm.
bothering to take driving lessons at the time. I could have just went home and
 
fell into my comfy bed. But as I staggered back away from him, Matthias stomped
 
over to me and grabbed my arm.
 
   
 
“You’re coming with me, whether you piss your pants or not.”
 
“You’re coming with me, whether you piss your pants or not.”
   
I just nodded.
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I just nodded. Almost tearing my arm out of the socket, he dragged up from the gate and down the sidewalk.
Almost tearing my arm out of the socket, he dragged up from the gate and down
 
the sidewalk.
 
   
We passed the
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We passed the nearby ice cream parlor its interior as black as the night sky. The shop established two years prior with the goal to bring in high school students to munch away at waffles and other delights.
nearby ice cream parlor its interior as black as the night sky. The shop
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Living in a relatively cool part of the country, I alway thought the business was never going to survive, but it somehow did. I remember the tall glasses of hot chocolate they used to sell, mixed with cream sprinkled with chocolate flakes. Matthias hated chocolate, but the ice cream parlor also sold whipped-cream strawberries, something he used to get almost daily.
established two years prior with the goal to bring in high school students to
 
munch away at waffles and other delights. Living in a relatively cool part of
 
the country, I alway thought the business was never going to survive, but it
 
somehow did. I remember the tall glasses of hot chocolate they used to sell,
 
mixed with cream sprinkled with chocolate flakes. Matthias hated chocolate, but
 
the ice cream parlor also sold whipped-cream strawberries, something he used to
 
get almost daily.
 
   
That was probably
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That was probably why he was always without any money wherever we went.
why he was always without any money wherever we went.
 
   
Afterward, he
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Afterward, he pulled me past the gas station, which lacked all life apart from a stray cat, who peered at us with judgmental eyes. Normally cars would be pumping through during the day like blood through the heart, but not a single car passed us that night.
pulled me past the gas station, which lacked all life apart from a stray cat,
 
who peered at us with judgmental eyes. Normally cars would be pumping through
 
during the day like blood through the heart, but not a single car passed us
 
that night.
 
   
At least that was
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At least that was what I remembered.
what I remembered.
 
   
About fifteen or
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About fifteen or so minutes later, we reached the other side of town. At that point, that foreboding feeling in my heart began to grow down my body. Even though Matthias was taller and stronger than me, pulling me around began to put stress into his arm. Eventually, when we reached the beginning of the road into the dark countryside, he let go of my arm. I stood still, staring down the road ahead of us.
so minutes later, we reached the other side of town. At that point, that
 
foreboding feeling in my heart began to grow down my body. Even though Matthias
 
was taller and stronger than me, pulling me around began to put stress into his
 
arm. Eventually, when we reached the beginning of the road into the dark
 
countryside, he let go of my arm. I stood still, staring down the road ahead of
 
us.
 
   
He swerved
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He swerved around. “You know what, I’m bored.. We should just head back. Wait, hey, are you listening?”
around. “You
 
know what, I’m bored.. We should just head back. Wait, hey, are you listening?”
 
   
I wasn’t
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I wasn’t paying attention to him, instead replying by pointing my finger towards the hill that the road went over. He turned around and saw what I saw.
paying attention to him, instead replying by pointing my finger towards the
 
hill that the road went over. He turned around and saw what I saw.
 
   
It was a figure—a
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It was a figure—a man to be exact. His silhouette was visible against the starry night sky, allowing us to see his arms spread out. It looked like he was trying to hug the stars, to bring them to his chest and squeeze the light out of them. His arms did not look human, instead resembling more like thin, twisted branches.
man to be exact. His silhouette was visible against the starry night sky,
 
allowing us to see his arms spread out. It looked like he was trying to hug the
 
stars, to bring them to his chest and squeeze the light out of them. His arms
 
did not look human, instead resembling more like thin, twisted branches.
 
   
That night, the
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That night, the temperature was relatively comfortable. It was going into summer so night times weren’t as chilly as say, Christmas. But after noticing the man, a chill crawled up my back and swallowed the rest of my body. Even in my jacket, I felt like I was completely naked.
temperature was relatively comfortable. It was going into summer so night times
 
weren’t
 
as chilly as say, Christmas. But after noticing the man, a chill crawled up my
 
back and swallowed the rest of my body. Even in my jacket, I felt like I was
 
completely naked.
 
   
 
“Hey, let’s just go,” I suggested, stumbling back.
 
“Hey, let’s just go,” I suggested, stumbling back.
   
But Matthias did
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But Matthias did not move. I walked over to him and set my hand on his shoulder, only for him to brush it off. “Don’t touch me.” I saw his face and it had an expression that I never saw coming from him: True Anger. He, though still stumbling over each step, walked briskly up the hill, into the darkness.
not move. I walked over to him and set my hand on his shoulder, only for him to
 
brush it off. “Don’t touch me.” I saw his face and it had an expression that I
 
never saw coming from him: True Anger. He, though still stumbling over each
 
step, walked briskly up the hill, into the darkness.
 
   
I ran after him,
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I ran after him, trying to pull him away from doing anything too crazy. But he shoved me to the ground. I watched as he reached for the man…
trying to pull him away from doing anything too crazy. But he shoved me to the
 
ground. I watched as he reached for the man…
 
   
…''only for him to stop in his tracks''.
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…only for him to stop in his tracks.
   
“Matt?” I asked, gaining my standing. My eyes adjusted to the
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“Matt?” I asked, gaining my standing. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I saw something sticking out of his back.
darkness and I saw something sticking out of his back.
 
   
It was a hand,
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It was a hand, painted in blood. The repeated sound of water dripping against the tarmac filled the silence.
painted in blood. The repeated sound of water dripping against the tarmac
 
filled the silence.
 
   
Over Matthias’
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Over Matthias’ shoulder, I saw the man’s head bending ninety degrees, looking directly in his eyes. The man’s eyes were glowing white. “Drink, drink, drink kills. Drink, drink, drink kills. You should have not abused drink, my boy. Now only God will bring you true peace,” the man chanted.
shoulder, I saw the man’s head bending ninety degrees, looking directly in his
 
eyes. The man’s eyes were glowing white. “Drink, drink, drink kills. Drink,
 
drink, drink kills. You should have not abused drink, my boy. Now only God will
 
bring you true peace,” the man chanted.
 
   
Another hand
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Another hand pierced his chest, spraying more blood onto the ground and some over my face. I was still, watching as the man lifted Matthias up above his head. His life dripped down the man’s arms. His neck stretched unnaturally, trailing his tongue along the river of blood up his arm, before repeating it with the next. His head returned to its normal position before looking at me with its god awful pure white eyes.
pierced his chest, spraying more blood onto the ground and some over my face. I
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They grew in intensity, the light now blinding me.
was still, watching as the man lifted Matthias up above his head. His life
 
dripped down the man’s arms. His neck stretched unnaturally,
 
trailing his tongue along the river of blood up his arm, before repeating it
 
with the next. His head returned to its normal position before looking at me
 
with its god awful pure white eyes. They grew in intensity, the light now
 
blinding me.
 
   
 
“Do not drink, my boy, or you will become like me.”
 
“Do not drink, my boy, or you will become like me.”
   
That was when I
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That was when I passed out.
passed out.
 
   
<hr />I woke up in a pool of my own vomit. Two Policemen were looking down at me. The sky behind
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I woke up in a pool of my own vomit. Two Policemen were looking down at me. The sky behind them was filled with an orange glow, mixing with the azure color of day. Even though they beckoned me to stay down, I raised myself out of the pool of vomit to look at the scene around me.
them was filled with an orange glow, mixing with the azure color of day. Even
 
though they beckoned me to stay down, I raised myself out of the pool of vomit
 
to look at the scene around me.
 
   
I could not
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I could not believe it.
believe it.
 
   
Beside me was a
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Beside me was a car. Its bonnet was dented in and the window screen was cracked like a spider’s web. A yellow tape surrounded it.
car. Its bonnet was dented in and the window screen was cracked like a spider’s
 
web. A yellow tape surrounded it.
 
   
The summary given
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The summary given to me by the Police was this. They concluded such after hearing the Car Driver’s alibi and brought up the likely scenario.
to me by the Police was this. They concluded such after hearing the Car Driver’s
 
alibi and brought up the likely scenario.
 
   
We were walking
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We were walking up the hill. We did not see the car going over the hill until the last second, to which I jumped out of the way. However, Matthias was far more intoxicated and did not react in time. He went over the car at such a force that he… that he…
up the hill. We did not see the car going over the hill until the last second,
 
to which I jumped out of the way. However, Matthias was far more intoxicated
 
and did not react in time. He went over the car at such a force that he…
 
that he…
 
   
My head, as if
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My head, as if controlled by some unknown force, turned slowly to face the nearby trees. They were dead trees, their branches naked to the bone. I saw Matthias’ body pierced by two separate branches in the exact place the man pierced them. His head was dipped down and his eyes were wide open, staring down at the ground. Dried blood crusted at his lips.
controlled by some unknown force, turned slowly to face the nearby trees. They
 
were dead trees, their branches naked to the bone. I saw Matthias’
 
body pierced by two separate branches in the exact place the man pierced them.
 
His head was dipped down and his eyes were wide open, staring down at the
 
ground. Dried blood crusted at his lips.
 
   
 
But…
 
But…
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…I saw his glazed eyes flash white.
 
…I saw his glazed eyes flash white.
   
<hr />I didn’t bother going to college, instead working in the ice-cream shop beside the
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I didn’t bother going to college, instead working in the ice-cream shop beside the school, serving students with far more prosperous futures than me. That night ruined all motivation for me. Some gave me strange looks, probably recognizing me from school or from the rumors about that night. One of them was that I pushed Matt in harm’s way.
school, serving students with far more prosperous futures than me. That night
 
ruined all motivation for me. Some gave me strange looks, probably recognizing
 
me from school or from the rumors about that night. One of them was that I
 
pushed Matt in harm’s way.
 
   
What a disgusting
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What a disgusting idea.
idea.
 
   
After about a
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After about a year or two of massive saving and my parents giving in a handy donation, I finally moved away from the town to the same nearby town I was found dumpster-diving. Thankfully, the town seemed to have forgotten about me, and I faded into the people well enough. With my decent high school grades, I got a simple job in IT, working as a website developer and manager for some low scale clothing store. It was so low scale that shipping cost more than the item itself, making most of our customers come in themselves.
year or two of massive saving and my parents giving in a handy donation, I
 
finally moved away from the town to the same nearby town I was found
 
dumpster-diving. Thankfully, the town seemed to have forgotten about me, and I
 
faded into the people well enough. With my decent high school grades, I got a
 
simple job in IT, working as a website developer and manager for some low scale
 
clothing store. It was so low scale that shipping cost more than the item
 
itself, making most of our customers come in themselves.
 
   
However, because
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However, because this clothing store was the only one for miles, it was busy enough, packed to the bone every Saturday and Sunday. Even people from my hometown came to the store.
this clothing store was the only one for miles, it was busy enough, packed to
 
the bone every Saturday and Sunday. Even people from my hometown came to the
 
store.
 
   
So when a staff
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So when a staff member was off ill, I sometimes had to leave the comfort of the office in the back to work the cash register. Doing so helped me forget more and more about that night, even though the dreams still plagued me. It became less and less of a issue and my mental health seemed to heal a bit.
member was off ill, I sometimes had to leave the comfort of the office in the
 
back to work the cash register. Doing so helped me forget more and more about
 
that night, even though the dreams still plagued me. It became less and less of
 
a issue and my mental health seemed to heal a bit.
 
   
That was until I
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That was until I had to stay one Saturday night late.
had to stay one Saturday night late.
 
   
<hr />Nearing midnight, I finally fixed a bug that appeared on the store’s website. It was
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Nearing midnight, I finally fixed a bug that appeared on the store’s website. It was strange, as most bugs are caused by accident, either when adding a new feature to the website or if the internet browser has a sort of update that corrupts the files.
strange, as most bugs are caused by accident, either when adding a new feature
 
to the website or if the internet browser has a sort of update that corrupts
 
the files.
 
   
But this bug was
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But this bug was neither caused by those two things.
neither caused by those two things.
 
   
Looking in the
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Looking in the source file, I saw my code had been picked up and dragged to different lines, messing up the natural flow. It was like this for all of the programming languages used in the website, so I had to work
source file, I saw my code had been picked up and dragged to different lines,
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from early on in the morning to way late in the night.
messing up the natural flow. It was like this for all of the programming
 
languages used in the website, so I had to work from early on in the morning to
 
way late in the night.
 
   
As the clock’s
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As the clock’s minute hand ticked towards midnight, I finally finished up fixing the site. I closed the company computer, finished my coffee and putting it in the sink, before packing up some files and slipping on my coat. I walked out of the back office and when I reached the main store, a breeze of freezing cold air barraged my front.
minute hand ticked towards midnight, I finally finished up fixing the site. I
 
closed the company computer, finished my coffee and putting it in the sink,
 
before packing up some files and slipping on my coat. I walked out of the back
 
office and when I reached the main store, a breeze of freezing cold air
 
barraged my front.
 
   
What stood behind
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What stood behind the counter…
the counter…
 
   
 
…looking at me with bright white eyes…
 
…looking at me with bright white eyes…
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…was my long dead friend, Matthias.
 
…was my long dead friend, Matthias.
   
“N-no… no…” I said, backing away from the counter. “You are
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“N-no… no…” I said, backing away from the counter. “You are dead. You are meant to be dead.”
dead. You are meant to be dead.”
 
   
His smile could
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His smile could be seen even in the darkness. “Drugs, drugs, drugs kill.”
be seen even in the darkness. “Drugs, drugs, drugs kill.”
 
   
 
“W-what are you talking about?”
 
“W-what are you talking about?”
   
He just pointed
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He just pointed to my coat’s right pocket. I knew what was in there.
to my coat’s right pocket. I knew what was in there.
 
   
My legs began to
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My legs began to go weak, my mind racing through multiple scenarios on how to get out of there. The only way out was the front two doors present behind him. The glass glimmered at me, showing me the way.
go weak, my mind racing through multiple scenarios on how to get out of there.
 
The only way out was the front two doors present behind him. The glass
 
glimmered at me, showing me the way.
 
   
“Please, let me go,” I begged, “I will stop injecting that shit
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“Please, let me go,” I begged, “I will stop injecting that shit into me. Please.”
into me. Please.”
 
   
His smile faded.
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His smile faded. Then, as if through an old phone, he began mumbling a string of numbers. I did not understand at the time what he meant, but now, looking back on it, I now know what he meant.
Then, as if through an old phone, he began mumbling a string of numbers. I did
 
not understand at the time what he meant, but now, looking back on it, I now
 
know what he meant.
 
   
I sprung into
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I sprung into action, dipping beneath the counter as I looked for the pistol kept by the cash register. It was there, dust coating the black metal. Grabbing the grip, I flicked off the safety and pulled it up over the desk.
action, dipping beneath the counter as I looked for the pistol kept by the cash
 
register. It was there, dust coating the black metal. Grabbing the grip, I
 
flicked off the safety and pulled it up over the desk.
 
   
 
 
   
He wasn’t
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He wasn’t there.
there.
 
   
I knew he would
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I knew he would not stay gone for long. I scrambled over the counter, gun still in hand, hurling myself through the door. I did not bother to lock the shop, sprinting across the road and to my cheap car. I threw
not stay gone for long. I scrambled over the counter, gun still in hand,
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myself into my car, revealed my key and stuck it into the ignition.
hurling myself through the door. I did not bother to lock the shop, sprinting
 
across the road and to my cheap car. I threw myself into my car, revealed my
 
key and stuck it into the ignition.
 
   
I twisted it and
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I twisted it and it failed.
it failed.
 
   
I twisted it, and
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I twisted it, and it failed.
it failed.
 
   
 
I twisted it…
 
I twisted it…
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…and the slow humming of my car’s engine spurted up.
 
…and the slow humming of my car’s engine spurted up.
   
I drove to my
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I drove to my apartment, packed lightly, before breaking from town. I needed to get further away, I needed to leave the county, maybe even the state. I drove for what seemed like years, every so often seeing white eyes stare at me from the dark. I saw the green sign that welcomed me into another state and drove past it. After another hour or so, I reached a city. Sunlight was just peeking over the horizon, the darkness of night shriveling away like the sea retracting from the shore.
apartment, packed lightly, before breaking from town. I needed to get further
 
away, I needed to leave the county, maybe even the state. I drove for what
 
seemed like years, every so often seeing white eyes stare at me from the dark.
 
I saw the green sign that welcomed me into another state and drove past it.
 
After another hour or so, I reached a city. Sunlight was just peeking over the
 
horizon, the darkness of night shriveling away like the sea retracting from the
 
shore.
 
   
Reaching a motel
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Reaching a motel at the edge of town, I checked in and flung myself into my room, bolting the door shut.
at the edge of town, I checked in and flung myself into my room, bolting the
 
door shut.
 
   
 
I was safe.
 
I was safe.
   
I turned the
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I turned the lights on and ducked into my bed. Sleep, obviously, did not come easy.
lights on and ducked into my bed. Sleep, obviously, did not come easy.
 
   
<hr />I woke up with the pillow behind my head damped with sweat. I stretched out of the bed and
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I woke up with the pillow behind my head damped with sweat. I stretched out of the bed and
peeked through the window blinds. The sun was still peaking from the horizon. I
 
checked my phone and saw that it was the next day—I slept for an entire day.
 
   
Then, when my
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peeked through the window blinds. The sun was still peaking from the horizon. I checked my phone and saw that it was the next day—I slept for an entire day.
sleepy brain began kicking into gear, I heard a mumbling coming from the
 
bathroom. I froze on the spot, staring at the closed door. It was a person
 
speaking.
 
   
It took me about
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Then, when my sleepy brain began kicking into gear, I heard a mumbling coming from the bathroom. I froze on the spot, staring at the closed door. It was a person speaking.
fifteen minutes before I walked over to the door. I swung it open and turned on
 
the old fluorescent light. It flickered on, an electrical buzz playing out from
 
the fixture.
 
   
I glanced down
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It took me about fifteen minutes before I walked over to the door. I swung it open and turned on the old fluorescent light. It flickered on, an electrical buzz playing out from the fixture.
into the bathtub to see a radio sitting there, a glowing screen showing the FM
 
frequency. It was my county’s local radio. Coming from the speaker,
 
accompanied with the crackling of white noise, the woman said:
 
   
''“In''
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I glanced down into the bathtub to see a radio sitting there, a glowing screen showing the FM frequency. It was my county’s local radio. Coming from the speaker, accompanied with the crackling of white noise, the woman said:
other news, a clothing shop has been subjected to arson. While the entire place
 
was not burned down, the off-license and the pharmacy section were both
 
submitted to huge amounts of damage. Police say that the CCTV cameras were
 
static from midnight to four o’clock this morning, so the culprit can not be
 
found. If you have any information on this case, please contact…”
 
   
After saying the
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“In other news, a clothing shop has been subjected to arson. While the entire place was not burned down, the off-license and the pharmacy section were both submitted to huge amounts of damage. Police say that the CCTV cameras were static from midnight to four o’clock this morning, so the culprit can not be found. If you have any information on this case, please contact…”
number, the radio rewound to the beginning of the report, the same woman
 
droning out the same words. I stared at the radio for a minute, before picking
 
the thing up and throwing it at the tile wall, smashing it.
 
   
I left the motel
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After saying the number, the radio rewound to the beginning of the report, the same woman droning out the same words. I stared at the radio for a minute, before picking the thing up and throwing it at the tile wall, smashing it.
to find a place deeper in the city, somewhere people would be frequent and the
 
noise of cars passing by my window would relax me.
 
   
<hr />A week ago, I decided to head back to my hometown. The four hour drive, while dripping with
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I left the motel to find a place deeper in the city, somewhere people would be frequent and the noise of cars passing by my window would relax me.
anticipation and anxiety, was relatively uneventful. That was until I passed by
 
a car crash which caused me to step on the gas a bit. I could have sworn I saw
 
something hanging on a nearby tree. I past it so fast that I could not confirm
 
if it was a body or not.
 
   
After another
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A week ago, I decided to head back to my hometown. The four hour drive, while dripping with anticipation and anxiety, was relatively uneventful. That was until I passed by a car crash which caused me to step on the gas a bit. I could have sworn I saw something hanging on a nearby tree. I past it so fast that I could not confirm if it was a body or not.
hour of gripping my steering wheel so tight that knuckles were white, the sign
 
of my childhood town came into view.
 
   
It was not a
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After another hour of gripping my steering wheel so tight that knuckles were white, the sign of my childhood town came into view.
relieving experience however. I knew this was only the beginning.
 
   
I decided to stop
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It was not a relieving experience however. I knew this was only the beginning.
by the Cemetery before exploring any further. I opened the gate, its green
 
paint coming off in flakes while I gripped it, and began walking down the
 
gravel path. The crunching sound beneath my feet reminded me of playing in the
 
snow as a child. Matthias was there too, building a huge six foot snowman. It
 
had a bright orange carrot for a nose, a multitude of pebbles for eyes and a
 
mouth, and…
 
   
''…sticks''
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I decided to stop by the Cemetery before exploring any further. I opened the gate, its green paint coming off in flakes while I gripped it, and began walking down the gravel path. The crunching sound beneath my feet reminded me of playing in the snow as a child. Matthias was there too, building a huge six foot snowman. It had a bright orange carrot for a nose, a multitude of pebbles for eyes and a mouth, and…
for arms''.''
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…sticks for arms.
   
I shook my head
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I shook my head and embraced my arms, rubbing them to gain some heat. The second I entered the Cemetery, the world around me seemed to have dropped in temperature. I thought it might have just been a cold breeze, but when I breathed out, a cloud of vapor danced away from my face. It made no sense, I was sure the forecast was meant to be decent. Not too hot, but not like standing in a freezer.
and embraced my arms, rubbing them to gain some heat. The second I entered the
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That immediate chill sent my brain into a rush. I glanced around me, peeling my vision over the rows and rows of tombstones. He was there, I fucking knew it.
Cemetery, the world around me seemed to have dropped in temperature. I thought
 
it might have just been a cold breeze, but when I breathed out, a cloud of
 
vapor danced away from my face. It made no sense, I was sure the forecast was
 
meant to be decent. Not too hot, but not like standing in a freezer.
 
 
That immediate
 
chill sent my brain into a rush. I glanced around me, peeling my vision over
 
the rows and rows of tombstones. He was there, I fucking knew it.
 
   
 
He…
 
He…
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…was waiting for me.
 
…was waiting for me.
   
I turned back
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I turned back towards the gate, only to see a dark void grow around me, blocking all light. I could not see as far as half an arm’s length. I kept running towards where I remembered the gate was, the crunching of gravel no longer bring warm memories into my heart but adding to the desperate, creepy ambiance.
towards the gate, only to see a dark void grow around me, blocking all light. I
 
could not see as far as half an arm’s length. I kept running
 
towards where I remembered the gate was, the crunching of gravel no longer
 
bring warm memories into my heart but adding to the desperate, creepy ambiance.
 
   
I needed to get
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I needed to get out of there.
out of there.
 
   
 
I ran…
 
I ran…
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…until something hit me in the stomach, winding me. I crouched
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…until something hit me in the stomach, winding me. I crouched over, gasping for air, staring down at the ground beneath me. My nose was drenched in the smell of rusted iron. I saw that I was standing on top
over, gasping for air, staring down at the ground beneath me. My nose was
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of pure white pebbles, a smiling face drawn from black pebbles. Just… like the snowman. My head, just like a decade ago, cranked slowly up to see what winded me.
drenched in the smell of rusted iron. I saw that I was standing on top of pure
 
white pebbles, a smiling face drawn from black pebbles. Just… like the snowman.
 
My head, just like a decade ago, cranked slowly up to see what winded me.
 
   
It was a
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It was a tombstone, with the name, “Matthias Anderson” written in an archaic font.
tombstone, with the name, “Matthias Anderson” written in an archaic
 
font.
 
   
I watched as the
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I watched as the name began washing away, like how fresh paint washes away in the rain. Then, a hand with twig-like fingers started etching something in place of Matthias’ name. After the first few letters, I knew what it was writing.
name began washing away, like how fresh paint washes away in the rain. Then, a
 
hand with twig-like fingers started etching something in place of Matthias’
 
name. After the first few letters, I knew what it was writing.
 
   
 
My name…
 
My name…
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…and a date beneath it.
 
…and a date beneath it.
   
With the caption,
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With the caption, “Now only God will bring you true peace.”
“Now
 
only God will bring you true peace.”
 
   
I felt a icy
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I felt a icy breeze pet my back. I knew it was behind me.
breeze pet my back. I knew it was behind me.
 
   
In my ear, the
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In my ear, the familiar voice of my long dead friend whispered, “Drugs kill.”
familiar voice of my long dead friend whispered, ''“Drugs''
 
kill.''”''
 
   
Just like that,
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Just like that, the black and white color scheme that surrounded me began shifting. The white pebbles, the gray tombstone, the black name… it all began fluctuating in colors. It was similar to the effects of a psychedelic drug, only the heavy feeling on my brain was worst. It felt like someone was stepping on my head, pushing my face towards the ground—into it.
the black and white color scheme that surrounded me began shifting. The white
 
pebbles, the gray tombstone, the black name… it all began
 
fluctuating in colors. It was similar to the effects of a psychedelic drug,
 
only the heavy feeling on my brain was worst. It felt like someone was stepping
 
on my head, pushing my face towards the ground—into it.
 
   
I tried
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I tried resisting.
resisting.
 
   
But after a few
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But after a few seconds, I fell through the ground, the colors around me ranging from all over the spectrum. Long strands of pure blackness spouted out and wrapped their tendrils around me, the shape similar to branches.
seconds, I fell through the ground, the colors around me ranging from all over
 
the spectrum. Long strands of pure blackness spouted out and wrapped their
 
tendrils around me, the shape similar to branches.
 
   
 
He got me.
 
He got me.
   
<hr />I opened my eyes and saw that I was hugging a tombstone, tears dripping down my cheeks. I
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I opened my eyes and saw that I was hugging a tombstone, tears dripping down my cheeks. I stepped back and saw it was Matthias’. A bouquet of flowers, all different colors of the spectrum, sat at its feet.
stepped back and saw it was Matthias’. A bouquet of flowers,
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The truth was, I never went to his funeral. Back then, the event traumatized me so much that I ran away from home. I spent the best of a month living off what I could find in dumpsters in the next town over. I was caught by the Police and driven to a nearby hospital to be given treatment for my mental breakdown. That included drips and drugs, all to which I grew fond of and later kept using even after I was “treated”.
all different colors of the spectrum, sat at its feet.
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I finally mourned for my friend.
   
The truth was, I
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When I got back in my car, I felt a burning sensation on my chest. I took off my shirt and looked down at it.
never went to his funeral. Back then, the event traumatized me so much that I
 
ran away from home. I spent the best of a month living off what I could find in
 
dumpsters in the next town over. I was caught by the Police and driven to a
 
nearby hospital to be given treatment for my mental breakdown. That included
 
drips and drugs, all to which I grew fond of and later kept using even after I
 
was “treated”.
 
   
I finally mourned
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On it, red with skin cracked around the numbers, was the date on my tombstone.
for my friend.
 
   
When I got back
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Today is that date. I now sit in my bed, laptop on my knees, with bags of weed and other
in my car, I felt a burning sensation on my chest. I took off my shirt and
 
looked down at it.
 
 
On it, red with
 
skin cracked around the numbers, was the date on my tombstone.
 
 
<hr />Today is that date. I now sit in my bed, laptop on my knees, with bags of weed and other
 
 
drugs by my bedside, waiting for me.
 
drugs by my bedside, waiting for me.
   
I will never come
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I will never come to them.
to them.
 
   
Not after
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Not after tonight.
tonight.
 
   
Right now I can
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Right now I can see Matthias, standing in the moonlight coming from my window. His eyes are pure white, seeming to warp all shadow around them. He is smiling.
see Matthias, standing in the moonlight coming from my window. His eyes are
 
pure white, seeming to warp all shadow around them. He is smiling.
 
   
“Drugs, drugs, drugs kill. Drugs, drugs, drugs kill. You should
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“Drugs, drugs, drugs kill. Drugs, drugs, drugs kill. You should have not abused substances, my boy. Now only God will bring you true peace,” he whispers.
have not abused substances, my boy. Now only God will bring you true peace,” he
 
whispers.
 
   
I will not let
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I will not let him get me.
him get me.
 
   
I have a pistol
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I have a pistol right beside me and I am not afraid to use it.
right beside me and I am not afraid to use it.
 
   
After I finish
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After I finish this post, it will not be fired at him…
this post, it will not be fired at him…
 
   
 
…but at the roof of my mouth.
 
…but at the roof of my mouth.
   
Please, don't
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Please, don't approach any man who looks like they are worshiping the sky.
approach any man who looks like they are worshiping the sky.
 
   
 
Because...
 
Because...
   
'''...that man might be me.'''
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...that man might be me.
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F orget y ou s a w th
   
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is, my  bo  y, o  r
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yo  u w ill b  eco 
 
me  lik  e me  
 
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Even though strung on hallucinogenics and other hard drugs, the story I am about to write is one hundred percent true. I don’t care what the police said or how every doctor said it must be just the trauma, I know what I saw and no one can take that from me.

No one.

I spent the last ten years having that night repeat in my sleep like an old television, rewinding every time it ended until I woke up in the morning. I want rid of that memory, but it will never leave me.

Not until I do something.

So maybe posting it online, on this site, might bring me some closure to my head. Maybe, after I finish the last word, I will pass out and wake up anew. You never know.

Due to that night taking up my dreams for the last decade, I have memorized it to death.

I don’t know if you reading this might set him on you, but please, close it down before you go any further if you worry about that.

Okay, this was how that night went.

That night was the high school graduation party. My entire year got together and organized a

night where we stayed in after dark and party all night in the Assembly Hall. They brought some money together and got an actual DJ to play tracks while we all danced. Our teachers told us that we could not bring booze onto campus, however we brought cans of the stuff anyway.

My friend, Matthias, decided that that night, he was going to lose his virginity. He asked me if I would like to join him in his pursuit and, because I was intoxicated off my ass, I agreed. We swooped into groups of equally hammered women and seeing if any of them were interested.

Despite using our best pickup lines, it was to no avail. While the girls were unable to stand still without swerving left and right like grass in a light breeze, they still had a bit of sense in them and rejected us through drunken slurs.

So, we decided to ditch the party. It was getting late, and home beckoned us. We exited the school grounds and noticed something eerie about the town at night: It was dead silent. Maybe the transition from loud music to a quiet breeze that only mustered to make the trees’ leaves rustle was dramatic, however my heart began rusting up with a foreboding pain.

I did not want to go into town.

Seeing my resistance to leave the school gates, my friend chuckled. From what I could understand, he said, “Hey, bro, don’t be such a pussy. Its a town, we are surrounded by people.”

“But we are completely… fucked…”

“Don’t worry about it. I have a phone, you have a phone, nothing can go wrong. We’ll just circle the town for a while and head back just in time for our parents.”

I regret not bothering to take driving lessons at the time. I could have just went home and fell into my comfy bed. But as I staggered back away from him, Matthias stomped over to me and grabbed my arm.

“You’re coming with me, whether you piss your pants or not.”

I just nodded. Almost tearing my arm out of the socket, he dragged up from the gate and down the sidewalk.

We passed the nearby ice cream parlor its interior as black as the night sky. The shop established two years prior with the goal to bring in high school students to munch away at waffles and other delights. Living in a relatively cool part of the country, I alway thought the business was never going to survive, but it somehow did. I remember the tall glasses of hot chocolate they used to sell, mixed with cream sprinkled with chocolate flakes. Matthias hated chocolate, but the ice cream parlor also sold whipped-cream strawberries, something he used to get almost daily.

That was probably why he was always without any money wherever we went.

Afterward, he pulled me past the gas station, which lacked all life apart from a stray cat, who peered at us with judgmental eyes. Normally cars would be pumping through during the day like blood through the heart, but not a single car passed us that night.

At least that was what I remembered.

About fifteen or so minutes later, we reached the other side of town. At that point, that foreboding feeling in my heart began to grow down my body. Even though Matthias was taller and stronger than me, pulling me around began to put stress into his arm. Eventually, when we reached the beginning of the road into the dark countryside, he let go of my arm. I stood still, staring down the road ahead of us.

He swerved around. “You know what, I’m bored.. We should just head back. Wait, hey, are you listening?”

I wasn’t paying attention to him, instead replying by pointing my finger towards the hill that the road went over. He turned around and saw what I saw.

It was a figure—a man to be exact. His silhouette was visible against the starry night sky, allowing us to see his arms spread out. It looked like he was trying to hug the stars, to bring them to his chest and squeeze the light out of them. His arms did not look human, instead resembling more like thin, twisted branches.

That night, the temperature was relatively comfortable. It was going into summer so night times weren’t as chilly as say, Christmas. But after noticing the man, a chill crawled up my back and swallowed the rest of my body. Even in my jacket, I felt like I was completely naked.

“Hey, let’s just go,” I suggested, stumbling back.

But Matthias did not move. I walked over to him and set my hand on his shoulder, only for him to brush it off. “Don’t touch me.” I saw his face and it had an expression that I never saw coming from him: True Anger. He, though still stumbling over each step, walked briskly up the hill, into the darkness.

I ran after him, trying to pull him away from doing anything too crazy. But he shoved me to the ground. I watched as he reached for the man…

…only for him to stop in his tracks.

“Matt?” I asked, gaining my standing. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I saw something sticking out of his back.

It was a hand, painted in blood. The repeated sound of water dripping against the tarmac filled the silence.

Over Matthias’ shoulder, I saw the man’s head bending ninety degrees, looking directly in his eyes. The man’s eyes were glowing white. “Drink, drink, drink kills. Drink, drink, drink kills. You should have not abused drink, my boy. Now only God will bring you true peace,” the man chanted.

Another hand pierced his chest, spraying more blood onto the ground and some over my face. I was still, watching as the man lifted Matthias up above his head. His life dripped down the man’s arms. His neck stretched unnaturally, trailing his tongue along the river of blood up his arm, before repeating it with the next. His head returned to its normal position before looking at me with its god awful pure white eyes. They grew in intensity, the light now blinding me.

“Do not drink, my boy, or you will become like me.”

That was when I passed out.

I woke up in a pool of my own vomit. Two Policemen were looking down at me. The sky behind them was filled with an orange glow, mixing with the azure color of day. Even though they beckoned me to stay down, I raised myself out of the pool of vomit to look at the scene around me.

I could not believe it.

Beside me was a car. Its bonnet was dented in and the window screen was cracked like a spider’s web. A yellow tape surrounded it.

The summary given to me by the Police was this. They concluded such after hearing the Car Driver’s alibi and brought up the likely scenario.

We were walking up the hill. We did not see the car going over the hill until the last second, to which I jumped out of the way. However, Matthias was far more intoxicated and did not react in time. He went over the car at such a force that he… that he…

My head, as if controlled by some unknown force, turned slowly to face the nearby trees. They were dead trees, their branches naked to the bone. I saw Matthias’ body pierced by two separate branches in the exact place the man pierced them. His head was dipped down and his eyes were wide open, staring down at the ground. Dried blood crusted at his lips.

But…

…for a split second…

…I saw his glazed eyes flash white.

I didn’t bother going to college, instead working in the ice-cream shop beside the school, serving students with far more prosperous futures than me. That night ruined all motivation for me. Some gave me strange looks, probably recognizing me from school or from the rumors about that night. One of them was that I pushed Matt in harm’s way.

What a disgusting idea.

After about a year or two of massive saving and my parents giving in a handy donation, I finally moved away from the town to the same nearby town I was found dumpster-diving. Thankfully, the town seemed to have forgotten about me, and I faded into the people well enough. With my decent high school grades, I got a simple job in IT, working as a website developer and manager for some low scale clothing store. It was so low scale that shipping cost more than the item itself, making most of our customers come in themselves.

However, because this clothing store was the only one for miles, it was busy enough, packed to the bone every Saturday and Sunday. Even people from my hometown came to the store.

So when a staff member was off ill, I sometimes had to leave the comfort of the office in the back to work the cash register. Doing so helped me forget more and more about that night, even though the dreams still plagued me. It became less and less of a issue and my mental health seemed to heal a bit.

That was until I had to stay one Saturday night late.

Nearing midnight, I finally fixed a bug that appeared on the store’s website. It was strange, as most bugs are caused by accident, either when adding a new feature to the website or if the internet browser has a sort of update that corrupts the files.

But this bug was neither caused by those two things.

Looking in the source file, I saw my code had been picked up and dragged to different lines, messing up the natural flow. It was like this for all of the programming languages used in the website, so I had to work from early on in the morning to way late in the night.

As the clock’s minute hand ticked towards midnight, I finally finished up fixing the site. I closed the company computer, finished my coffee and putting it in the sink, before packing up some files and slipping on my coat. I walked out of the back office and when I reached the main store, a breeze of freezing cold air barraged my front.

What stood behind the counter…

…looking at me with bright white eyes…

…was my long dead friend, Matthias.

“N-no… no…” I said, backing away from the counter. “You are dead. You are meant to be dead.”

His smile could be seen even in the darkness. “Drugs, drugs, drugs kill.”

“W-what are you talking about?”

He just pointed to my coat’s right pocket. I knew what was in there.

My legs began to go weak, my mind racing through multiple scenarios on how to get out of there. The only way out was the front two doors present behind him. The glass glimmered at me, showing me the way.

“Please, let me go,” I begged, “I will stop injecting that shit into me. Please.”

His smile faded. Then, as if through an old phone, he began mumbling a string of numbers. I did not understand at the time what he meant, but now, looking back on it, I now know what he meant.

I sprung into action, dipping beneath the counter as I looked for the pistol kept by the cash register. It was there, dust coating the black metal. Grabbing the grip, I flicked off the safety and pulled it up over the desk.

He wasn’t there.

I knew he would not stay gone for long. I scrambled over the counter, gun still in hand, hurling myself through the door. I did not bother to lock the shop, sprinting across the road and to my cheap car. I threw myself into my car, revealed my key and stuck it into the ignition.

I twisted it and it failed.

I twisted it, and it failed.

I twisted it…

…and the slow humming of my car’s engine spurted up.

I drove to my apartment, packed lightly, before breaking from town. I needed to get further away, I needed to leave the county, maybe even the state. I drove for what seemed like years, every so often seeing white eyes stare at me from the dark. I saw the green sign that welcomed me into another state and drove past it. After another hour or so, I reached a city. Sunlight was just peeking over the horizon, the darkness of night shriveling away like the sea retracting from the shore.

Reaching a motel at the edge of town, I checked in and flung myself into my room, bolting the door shut.

I was safe.

I turned the lights on and ducked into my bed. Sleep, obviously, did not come easy.

I woke up with the pillow behind my head damped with sweat. I stretched out of the bed and

peeked through the window blinds. The sun was still peaking from the horizon. I checked my phone and saw that it was the next day—I slept for an entire day.

Then, when my sleepy brain began kicking into gear, I heard a mumbling coming from the bathroom. I froze on the spot, staring at the closed door. It was a person speaking.

It took me about fifteen minutes before I walked over to the door. I swung it open and turned on the old fluorescent light. It flickered on, an electrical buzz playing out from the fixture.

I glanced down into the bathtub to see a radio sitting there, a glowing screen showing the FM frequency. It was my county’s local radio. Coming from the speaker, accompanied with the crackling of white noise, the woman said:

“In other news, a clothing shop has been subjected to arson. While the entire place was not burned down, the off-license and the pharmacy section were both submitted to huge amounts of damage. Police say that the CCTV cameras were static from midnight to four o’clock this morning, so the culprit can not be found. If you have any information on this case, please contact…”

After saying the number, the radio rewound to the beginning of the report, the same woman droning out the same words. I stared at the radio for a minute, before picking the thing up and throwing it at the tile wall, smashing it.

I left the motel to find a place deeper in the city, somewhere people would be frequent and the noise of cars passing by my window would relax me.

A week ago, I decided to head back to my hometown. The four hour drive, while dripping with anticipation and anxiety, was relatively uneventful. That was until I passed by a car crash which caused me to step on the gas a bit. I could have sworn I saw something hanging on a nearby tree. I past it so fast that I could not confirm if it was a body or not.

After another hour of gripping my steering wheel so tight that knuckles were white, the sign of my childhood town came into view.

It was not a relieving experience however. I knew this was only the beginning.

I decided to stop by the Cemetery before exploring any further. I opened the gate, its green paint coming off in flakes while I gripped it, and began walking down the gravel path. The crunching sound beneath my feet reminded me of playing in the snow as a child. Matthias was there too, building a huge six foot snowman. It had a bright orange carrot for a nose, a multitude of pebbles for eyes and a mouth, and… …sticks for arms.

I shook my head and embraced my arms, rubbing them to gain some heat. The second I entered the Cemetery, the world around me seemed to have dropped in temperature. I thought it might have just been a cold breeze, but when I breathed out, a cloud of vapor danced away from my face. It made no sense, I was sure the forecast was meant to be decent. Not too hot, but not like standing in a freezer. That immediate chill sent my brain into a rush. I glanced around me, peeling my vision over the rows and rows of tombstones. He was there, I fucking knew it.

He…

…was waiting for me.

I turned back towards the gate, only to see a dark void grow around me, blocking all light. I could not see as far as half an arm’s length. I kept running towards where I remembered the gate was, the crunching of gravel no longer bring warm memories into my heart but adding to the desperate, creepy ambiance.

I needed to get out of there.

I ran…

…and ran…

…and ran…

…until something hit me in the stomach, winding me. I crouched over, gasping for air, staring down at the ground beneath me. My nose was drenched in the smell of rusted iron. I saw that I was standing on top of pure white pebbles, a smiling face drawn from black pebbles. Just… like the snowman. My head, just like a decade ago, cranked slowly up to see what winded me.

It was a tombstone, with the name, “Matthias Anderson” written in an archaic font.

I watched as the name began washing away, like how fresh paint washes away in the rain. Then, a hand with twig-like fingers started etching something in place of Matthias’ name. After the first few letters, I knew what it was writing.

My name…

…and a date beneath it.

With the caption, “Now only God will bring you true peace.”

I felt a icy breeze pet my back. I knew it was behind me.

In my ear, the familiar voice of my long dead friend whispered, “Drugs kill.”

Just like that, the black and white color scheme that surrounded me began shifting. The white pebbles, the gray tombstone, the black name… it all began fluctuating in colors. It was similar to the effects of a psychedelic drug, only the heavy feeling on my brain was worst. It felt like someone was stepping on my head, pushing my face towards the ground—into it.

I tried resisting.

But after a few seconds, I fell through the ground, the colors around me ranging from all over the spectrum. Long strands of pure blackness spouted out and wrapped their tendrils around me, the shape similar to branches.

He got me.

I opened my eyes and saw that I was hugging a tombstone, tears dripping down my cheeks. I stepped back and saw it was Matthias’. A bouquet of flowers, all different colors of the spectrum, sat at its feet. The truth was, I never went to his funeral. Back then, the event traumatized me so much that I ran away from home. I spent the best of a month living off what I could find in dumpsters in the next town over. I was caught by the Police and driven to a nearby hospital to be given treatment for my mental breakdown. That included drips and drugs, all to which I grew fond of and later kept using even after I was “treated”. I finally mourned for my friend.

When I got back in my car, I felt a burning sensation on my chest. I took off my shirt and looked down at it.

On it, red with skin cracked around the numbers, was the date on my tombstone.

Today is that date. I now sit in my bed, laptop on my knees, with bags of weed and other drugs by my bedside, waiting for me.

I will never come to them.

Not after tonight.

Right now I can see Matthias, standing in the moonlight coming from my window. His eyes are pure white, seeming to warp all shadow around them. He is smiling.

“Drugs, drugs, drugs kill. Drugs, drugs, drugs kill. You should have not abused substances, my boy. Now only God will bring you true peace,” he whispers.

I will not let him get me.

I have a pistol right beside me and I am not afraid to use it.

After I finish this post, it will not be fired at him…

…but at the roof of my mouth.

Please, don't approach any man who looks like they are worshiping the sky.

Because...

...that man might be me.

F orget y ou s a w th

is, my bo y, o r yo u w ill b eco me lik e me

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