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Saner
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 Posted: Tue, 20th Apr 2010 23:49 Post subject: Continue the story. |
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As inspired from here - http://www.nfohump.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=60191
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September 17th 1980,
When I saw his eyes, I knew that it was pure evil; A beast that had to be destroyed, something that human minds couldn’t understand. The baby (if it could even be called that) had no parents; its mother had died at birth. The medical reports had expected it to die hours after birth, there was no possible way that it could live. Its skin was stretched so badly across its body, making it appear transparent. You could se its heart beating inside, pumping the veins through its body, all visible because of the skin. It had died twice in the first hour, but by some form of miracle found life again, quickly after. I should have destroyed it then, when it was defenseless, for as it where to grow older people would protect it, and it itself would grow stronger, learning how to warp and control the human mind. After leaving the hospital and being taken to a home for severely disabled children, it learnt to grow, learnt to talk, but never in all of its years there learnt to love. At the home there where lots of disabled children, and even adults, but nothing that was as disfigured and deformed as it was. After its tenth birthday they came for it, they had known all along, taking it away with them. At first it had been believed that it had been killed because of its disfiguring, some believed, myself included that this was maybe the best thing for it, how wrong we all where. The foster parents it had lived with for a year where found mutilated, with there organs taken, some suspected it was some kind of strange cult exorcism, but nobody not even in the wildest imagination would believe what really happened, not that they will ever find out.
June 12th 1992
I tried to track the thing down to destroy it, but it has brought me even more misery. I mourn today the murder of my wife and children; I came to close to finding out the truth. I discovered its true meaning, the horrifying truth behind its life. I don’t know if I can trust anybody with this information, I don’t have any friends since I have been following this creature, even my family where becoming a second life for me, oh how I miss them now.
June 15th 1992
Just back from the funeral, I could feel it watching me, on numerous occasions I felt myself looking over my shoulder, I couldn’t see it but I knew it could see me, something has to be done about this beast.
ITS ONLY 11 FOR GODS SAKE
I find myself locking the whole of the outside world out, even my closest friends cannot now be trusted, how can I trust them, they could be part of his group, they could even believe in him.
August 22nd 1994
It is getting close, I have had a lead today, and I can tell where he is. After following it for so many months I can sense when it is close, there is something in the air when I am around it. To morrow will be the time, tomorrow I will defeat this evil.
August 24th 1994
I was lucky to be alive after last night, I didn’t believe how strong it could be, but now I have learnt that we are all doomed, there is nothing that can save us. I had once believed that there was enough in me to destroy it, but now I have learnt the hard way that there isn’t, maybe I will try again soon, but now I have to rest, to hide.
January 1st 1997
A NEW YEAR
A new year and a new start, I am not chasing this evil, no matter how much it hurts me after what it did. I have decided to live my life out the way my family would have wanted me too, I will enjoy my life while I can, no matter how little time the human race has left, I will enjoy it.
May 15th 1998
I saw it today, for the first time in so many years, it knew who I was, I could see it looking at me through its one good eye, I could see the hatred in the eye I left him. It truly hates me, I found myself thinking about this in the early hours of the morning, it it can hate then surly it can love too?
March 21st 2000
I came back from work today to find my cat missing, I know it took it, I don’t know what I am going to do, its been so long I am in no condition to face it, I don’t know what I am going to do, how can I call the police and tell them that a baby I brought into this world is here to destroy me, I think its time to start training again.
February 10th 2001
Still nothing, I have been training hard, I feel as good as ever, and still nothing. I lost my job after being absent for 3 weeks but that is a sacrifice I am willing to make, soon the battle will come.
September 12th 2001
I know it will be here soon I can feel it, I know it is close, the battle is near.
September 17th 2001
Tonight I know it will be tonight, 21 years on from the day it was born, tonight would be its idea of humor, instead of killing me back then, it has given me 21 years of life.
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| ragnarus wrote: |
I saw things like that in here and in other "woman problems" topics so...... Am I the only one that thinks some authorities needs to be alerted about Saner and him possibly being a rapist and/or kidnapper ? |
Saner is not being serious. Unless its the subject of Santa!
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Saner
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Fuck, I dont even remember posting this, god knows where it came from :/
Alcohol = bad kids
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I saw things like that in here and in other "woman problems" topics so...... Am I the only one that thinks some authorities needs to be alerted about Saner and him possibly being a rapist and/or kidnapper ? |
Saner is not being serious. Unless its the subject of Santa!
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| Saner wrote: | Fuck, I dont even remember posting this, god knows where it came from :/
Alcohol = bad kids |
And on the morrow he awoke, with the sweat of a man on his face, and shit on his dick. When he farted, it sounded like the wind. We can only guess at what happened in that wild, alcohol-fueled orgy on that fateful night...
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hahaha poetry at it's finest. i hope that one day my children's children will read that passage, right up there with thoreau and angelou in their text book. i hope it touches them the way it touches me and that they use the tear their eye shed to masturbate with as i'm about to do right now. excuse me, i'll brb.
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