Into The Darkness - The End
Jeremy's Journal
November 21st, 2018
I did it again. I killed someone. These dreams...I'm starting to think they're not dreams. I can...taste it...the metallic flavor of blood. It's not a dream. It's not a nightmare. It's real. Everything I've...he's...done. The...whatever it is that's inside me...he whispers to me at night. He promises that this Father of his will give us things, make us powerful. He says there are others out there like me, who are doing His work. I have no idea who He is or what is inside me, but I know I want it out of me. I can't keep killing people.
The other night, he spoke to me. When I finally took back control...or maybe he let me take back control. I gotta figure out what this thing is, or else how can I fight it? How can I take back my life? I saw a news report...young girl...shit, she was from my dorm...I know her smell...I know her taste...I know her...blood...I can still taste it on my lips. I drank from her. I know I did. She was a freshman, like me...I don't remember where I met her, but I knew as soon as I saw the report. She was missing a lung...her heart...her liver...did...did I eat them? Cops are calling him The Ripper, say he or she uses surgical precision...I'm a damn art major...they'll never suspect...
The worst part of all of this is that I don't know what to do. If I give myself up, my life is over. I'll be put to death. If I don't, I'll continue killing people. Continue these weird rituals...the organs...the blood drinking...I need to find out who this Father is. If I can do that, I can stop it, I know it! Or find these others like me. Maybe we can work this out, stop these...monsters...from getting out and doing whatever they're doing.
Or maybe, Jeremy, you can stop being a child. Stop being so damned naive, human, you're mine. And I'm never letting you go. You cannot deny, you enjoy the hunts, you enjoy the blood, you enjoy watching the light leave their eyes. Oh, how you are beginning to become a fine hunter of the innocent! Yes, Father is satisfied...this is why I give you these silly moments. But do not confuse them for freedom...your soul is mine. I don't intend to give it up. And when the ritual is finally complete? The armies of Hell shall be yours to command!
Sleep now, child...it's time to hunt again.
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I stared into the computer screen, waiting for a reply. I had been working on this for a few weeks and was really wondering what people thought. Finally, I saw the little notification 'mail' symbol light up on my Twitter feed, telling me he had finally responded. I opened it up eagerly.
"Is that it? What happens next?" Zeke asked.
Shit.
"Uh...I'm not too sure where I want to go with it. But what did you think of it so far?"
"I don't know man, it needs some work. I mean, it's not terrible, and you should definitely keep at it. But this is sort of hard to follow. You need some beats or something to keep people interested."
Shit again.
"Ah, I know, I just wasn't sure what to write. I'm kind of hitting a block here..."
"Well keep at it bud, I gotta go for now. Let me know when you come up with something new!"
I sighed, this was basically Zeke's way of saying 'you're not there yet' and his way of trying to inspire and motivate, but it was so damn draining to me. I closed the lid to my laptop and walked off to my bathroom. My wife was already asleep and I could hear her soft breathing. I splashed water over my face and stared in the mirror. For a second, I saw that damned shadow behind me move. Maybe it was my imagination, it was late after all. I dried my face, popped my medication I had to take before bed, and climbed in beside her. Maybe tomorrow...would be a better day.

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