The True Meaning of Loneliness: Difference between revisions

''The body of Garrett _______ was found in a chair in front of his computer. This blog entry washad upbeen uploaded and recently saved, right before officials entered the room. Neighboring students heard screaming and yelling coming from the room, as if a struggle were ensuing. Only Garrett lived here, although some have heardtold himus that he claimclaimed a person by the name David lived with him. BackingLooking for any existenceevidence towardsof anya man called David living in the room, investigators found that, just a few years back, a man by the name David ________ had lived in the same room. He was found guilty of illegally experimenting on animals and even human remains. He was found with multiple stab wounds to the chest and throat when police entered the room. Mental illness is thought to be a factor in these two cases. Past traumatic experiences may have influenced the two incidents.''

''This is the blog post of Garrett, released asin the public domain. Be warned, this entry isn't for the faint of heart. ''

My roommate was being a typical douche-bag again. Just because of a little sleet and ice, David doesndidn't want to go and enjoy the snow a little bit. After all, there arewere good movies out, and I'm was sure the bowling alleys and ice skating rinks are open. Plus, skiing and snowboarding are big hobbies here in the Rockies of Colorado Springs, Colorado.

I never understood why he always wantswanted to be alone. Am I that bad of a guy? Am I that dreadful to be around? As many questions as I ask though, the only response I get from him are ''It's not you, it's me '' remarks. Today though, will bewas his lucky day. I had made plans with my fiance, Brooke, to go see a movie and go out for dinner.

No answer. I reluctantly opened the door with my key, and was met with the most gruesome scene I had ever laid eyes on. There was broken glass all over the floor, with different animals' insides and fluids on the soaked carpet. I lsawsaw my dog, whom I left behind in Pueblo, was strung up by his neck. The part of the body below the torso was missing, leaving only the top half. A blood-stained note was attached to the dog's ear.

"To my dearest roommate, Garrett. I hope you like this present, after all, it's my birthday, you know.

Sincerely, Divad (My new name, read it backwards.)"

I sprinted to her room, not caring about any consequences, just wanting to see her safe. Once I knew she was, I would call the police and explain everything David did. No normal human being cancould do all those damn things if he was sane.

My stomach turned inside out when I reached her door. The whole room was coated in blood. What I'm guessing was her roommate was cut into pieces and laid in the floor in the shape of a downward pointing pentagram. The electricity was off as well, so the room was only lit by candles circling the hellish symbol. But what caught my utmost attention was what I saw above aone of the bedbeds. It was Brooke.

She was nailed to the wall, as if she were crucified. Her eyes were gouged out, dangling from her face. A smile was carved from the corners of her mouth to her cheek bones. Her stomach was cut wide open, blood still dripping out and entrails hanging to the floor. The skin around her shin and calves werewas peeled off, showing bone marrow. On her forehead was text, which had been haphazardly carved into it, saying ''You're Next''.

"Funny how everything can be taken away from you in the blink of an eye, ain't it Garrett? I didn't want to do it at first, but they would've got someone else to do the same to me if I refused. Plus, what's the harm in having the power to vanish completely? I'm now apart of their world, a being who can only be seen through past interaction and the ultimate true feeling of utter and complete loneliness. You can only see me because you felt nobody even existed just moments ago. That same feeling is what could have saved you as well, if you hadn't rejected the offer so blatantly. My time's over now, but one day you'll see me again, as well as the rest of us, who'll be coming for all you ungrateful motherfuckers. Sleep tight Garrett, I'll see you soon...with an entourage."

And, just as fast as he came, he disappeared. The cops immediately put me back in my cell, asking how I got out in the first place. One said, "We heard you walk to the visitor's quarters, and went to check on you. You were sitting there, just holding the phone to your ear the whole time, and you just dropped it and got back up. Something's definitely wrong with you."

I opened the door to my room, and was surprised to see everything back to normal. I laid down, and just stared blankly at the ceiling all day, recollectingtrying onto get my head around the events that just occurred.

For two weeks, I haven't gone back outside. I can't seem to gather the will to face the world again. I can't talk to anyone, not my friends or parents or anyone I care about. I haven't talked to anyone since I came back here. It's a miracle the food and water lasted me this long, or that nobody came to check in on me. I hear voices at strange times during the day, and just last night saw one of those, things, standing by my door as I tried to sleep. It has the shape of a human, hairless and malnourished-looking. Its grayish complexion and beady blank white eyes haunt me even as I write this down.