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Hey. Before I start, I guess I should say.

“Vote Chris Penton”

Nah that’s shit. I’ve got to workshop a new slogan.

Now that’s out of the way. Hello internet, and potential focus group. I’m here with a weird situation and a weirder request.

I need you to help me get elected.

I mean I’m still considering it. Just want to test the waters to see if I have what it takes. There is one small, tiny caveat, however.

In my town, only monsters get to be mayor.

Like actual creatures, I’ll explain as I go. So yeah, it’s not your typical political scenario. And I kind of have no experience. So that’s why I’m reaching out.

And no, I’m not secretly a monster in need. I am a human being.

And the monsters? Well, they are a fucking problem. So I could really use the help.

Don’t believe me?

One year, the mayor who was elected, was well, you guessed it, a monster. An Orgron to be exact. He gave his little acceptance speech, flapped his little appendices in front of his mouth and then ate the resident mayor secretary.

Right there. In front of the crowd.

See what I mean?

I don’t know when, but sometime in the past, the people in town struck some sort of deal with these creatures. It used to be chaos. Death, fear, war. It used to be a shitshow. But then we came to an agreement. There’s more of us than there are of them. But they’re stronger, more dangerous. So, we decided.

Every five years we get to elect one of them to be our leader.

This was the bizarre… compromise people came up with at the time. The monsters want to rule us, and we just want peace. So, we accept that they become our leaders as opposed to just going on reckless rampages.

Democratically of course.

And don’t bother trying to find us. That’s not a good idea. What we do here is for the sake of other people. Other towns.

You should be thanking us. Other places could face the same issue if it wasn’t for us. We keep them controlled, while they control us.

It isn’t an easy life. I’m trying to figure out who exactly would put a human in the running? You don’t get to run yourself. You’re chosen by a “committee of your peers”. Whatever that means.

So, screw it. Maybe I will run. I just need experience. I need to understand how people think, how they work. I need help. Maybe someone can share their ideas for our town if I explain our issues.

Maybe I should describe the revolting swinging doors of creatures that live with us first.

So, I mentioned Orgrons already. Orgrons are the main monsters in town. There’s like fifty of them. They’re big, they’re disgusting and they eat us. They’re the ones responsible for the greatest number of deaths between humans.

That’s it. Not much more to say. They suck, I wish they would all die.

Starting to see what we’re dealing with? That’s why it’s unheard of for a human to be elected.

There used to be a mass murderer in our town. A human one. He tried to run for office.

He was rejected. You know what they told him?

“We don’t take amateurs.”

Standards are high for politics around here. You’re either a monster or you don’t get to run. Which is why I’m confused to who appointed me.

But there’s more.

There are these, like, shadow things? The umbral they call it. They’re very bizarre. They’re basically shadows that aren’t attached to anything. They’re like little tricksters with a twisted sense of humor.

They kind of attach themselves to your shadow and move you around. One time they made a cat spaz-out mid-air. Poor cat. It was fine afterwards, just super scared. Assholes.

They still kill people.

They made someone vanish once. Attached themselves to someone’s shadow and made the guy translucent. Yes, translucent. Do you know what that means?

Light passed through him. The guy was basically half invisible.

He didn’t have a shadow. He couldn’t absorb heat properly and he eventually got too weak to continue. Every day he was fading away more and more…

I don’t know how they do it. I can’t understand the physics of it. But I know they’re here.

Try not to step on them.

What else is there…

Lempkits. Oh God. I HATE Lempkits!

They are shitty little furry bastards who run around everywhere and are little pieces of shit. I hate them. They don’t do anything much besides being annoying little shits.

They break machines, they clog pipes, they eat everything. They’re like cockroaches with hair, but bigger. They don’t do much individually, but get twenty of them together and they will attack a human.

I saw it once. An old man fell down, on the street. I even started walking to go help him. A Lempkit spotted him first. He sniffed the old man and tasted him with his antenna. It was… so fast. I didn’t have time to react.

They swarmed him. He was dead in a matter of seconds.

It’s not right. We shouldn’t have to live like this. Something needs to change.

This town matters to me. I want to make a difference, to help people. Help my family.

My own family… My uncle. He was a victim of this.

There are these things. We don’t talk about them a lot. Even though we should. They are, well, invisible. But trust me you’ll know they’re there. They are massive, like building size, but they barely move.

My uncle was killed by one of them.

They always do the same thing. You can’t see them but one day you’ll just be walking by and they’ll pick you up. They’ll pick you up until you’re as high as you’ve ever been. Soaring through the sky, like a bird…

And then pop. They twist you.

That’s what they did with my uncle. People can’t see much; you just see a red mist exploding in the sky. I don’t know why they even do it.

People don’t talk about them a lot because they’re the most “peaceful”. Only a death every five years or so. I don’t care. I hate them.

Fuck those things. They are weird. You can see them sometimes. During thunderstorms they become visible. Do you know those old radio towers? They look like that. Or some high voltage tower. They just stand there waiting.

If you are ever going down the freeway during a storm and you spot a radio tower suspiciously in the middle of the forest. Well, watch out. It could be one of them.

You might be close to our town. Don’t go near it.

And finally, Therions. I’m not going to bother talking about Therions. They suck, they don’t do anything useful for society. They don’t even kill people properly.

Everyone hates Therions, from human to monster alike. They’re… They’re just repulsive. Who the hell would like Therions?! They should go back from where they come from as far as I’m concerned.

That’s most of them, I think. It sucks. It’s always the same thing every election cycle. Some creature gets elected, usually an Orgron. They make a bunch of promises they can’t keep, and then their side kills a bunch of people.

The monsters usually try to make things cordial between themselves, but they couldn’t care less what humans think.

That’s why I think I can make a difference. For our side. I need to convince people. Maybe even get the monster’s vote (yeah sure thing).

I mean I can’t be worse than our last mayor. He was an umbral. It was kinda controversial.

He had to resign.

Now you must be thinking. Did he kill someone? Or maybe too many people? And that’s why he had to go? Nope. He had an affair. Cheating on his wife (shadow wife?). That’s not really that unheard of for these creatures. The issue was slightly different.

He had an affair with a human.

I guess that’s going to be our last umbral mayor for a while. Probably back to Ogrons as usual. Those massive invisible things are unlikely to win, they’ve never won an election. I don’t think they even vote.

And hell if I ever vote for a Lempkit. You might assume they’d win a lot of since there’s so many of them. Well, no, each Lempkit counts as one fifth of a vote.

So maybe there’s a chance for me. Maybe I’ll win, I don’t know I think it’s worth trying. So, like I said I’m asking for opinions online and seeing what works and what doesn’t.

I guess I’ll go out there and mingle with people. Try to see what they need in their lives. I’ll also try to figure out why I’m the only human in fifty years that’s in the running. What a shitshow this is going to be.

Catch you later! Don’t forget to vote!

 

 

Update:

Hey Chris here, haven’t updated this in five days. Came to check on it. There’s been some new… developments.

I found out an uncomfortable truth during my absence. I found out who appointed me. It was the monsters, well except Therions (fuck them). I guess it makes sense…

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I was bound to be found out eventually.

It’s not every day they see their eggs smashed by a baseball bat. It’s not every day they see their children being set ablaze by Molotovs.  I really can’t help myself. I wish nothing more but to crush their little skulls.

Even Orgrons. It’s surprisingly easy to strangle their necks when they’re young.

So yeah, I was caught. They found out about me. But it got me thinking.

Why not?

Why not do things different? Who says monsters are the ones who have to kill? Who says we need to have peace?

I think it’s time for a change. I think it’s time to be different. For a new way of thinking. Maybe we shouldn’t just want peace, maybe we should learn something from them.

I guess that’s why I’m in the running. They respect that. It’s the only thing they understand.

 

Hey, I just got the idea for my slogan.

“Vote Chris Penton. For a future without monsters”.

Hey. Before I start, I guess I should say.

“Vote Chris Penton”

Nah that’s shit. I’ve got to workshop a new slogan.

Now that’s out of the way. Hello internet, and potential focus group. I’m here with a weird situation and a weirder request.

I need you to help me get elected.

I mean I’m still considering it. Just want to test the waters to see if I have what it takes. There is one small, tiny caveat, however.

In my town, only monsters get to be mayor.

Like actual creatures, I’ll explain as I go. So yeah, it’s not your typical political scenario. And I kind of have no experience. So that’s why I’m reaching out.

And no, I’m not secretly a monster in need. I am a human being.

And the monsters? Well, they are a fucking problem. So I could really use the help.

Don’t believe me?

One year, the mayor who was elected, was well, you guessed it, a monster. An Orgron to be exact. He gave his little acceptance speech, flapped his little appendices in front of his mouth and then ate the resident mayor secretary.

Right there. In front of the crowd.

See what I mean?

I don’t know when, but sometime in the past, the people in town struck some sort of deal with these creatures. It used to be chaos. Death, fear, war. It used to be a shitshow. But then we came to an agreement. There’s more of us than there are of them. But they’re stronger, more dangerous. So, we decided.

Every five years we get to elect one of them to be our leader.

This was the bizarre… compromise people came up with at the time. The monsters want to rule us, and we just want peace. So, we accept that they become our leaders as opposed to just going on reckless rampages.

Democratically of course.

And don’t bother trying to find us. That’s not a good idea. What we do here is for the sake of other people. Other towns.

You should be thanking us. Other places could face the same issue if it wasn’t for us. We keep them controlled, while they control us.

It isn’t an easy life. I’m trying to figure out who exactly would put a human in the running? You don’t get to run yourself. You’re chosen by a “committee of your peers”. Whatever that means.

So, screw it. Maybe I will run. I just need experience. I need to understand how people think, how they work. I need help. Maybe someone can share their ideas for our town if I explain our issues.

Maybe I should describe the revolting swinging doors of creatures that live with us first.

So, I mentioned Orgrons already. Orgrons are the main monsters in town. There’s like fifty of them. They’re big, they’re disgusting and they eat us. They’re the ones responsible for the greatest number of deaths between humans.

That’s it. Not much more to say. They suck, I wish they would all die.

Starting to see what we’re dealing with? That’s why it’s unheard of for a human to be elected.

There used to be a mass murderer in our town. A human one. He tried to run for office.

He was rejected. You know what they told him?

“We don’t take amateurs.”

Standards are high for politics around here. You’re either a monster or you don’t get to run. Which is why I’m confused to who appointed me.

But there’s more.

There are these, like, shadow things? The umbral they call it. They’re very bizarre. They’re basically shadows that aren’t attached to anything. They’re like little tricksters with a twisted sense of humor.

They kind of attach themselves to your shadow and move you around. One time they made a cat spaz-out mid-air. Poor cat. It was fine afterwards, just super scared. Assholes.

They still kill people.

They made someone vanish once. Attached themselves to someone’s shadow and made the guy translucent. Yes, translucent. Do you know what that means?

Light passed through him. The guy was basically half invisible.

He didn’t have a shadow. He couldn’t absorb heat properly and he eventually got too weak to continue. Every day he was fading away more and more…

I don’t know how they do it. I can’t understand the physics of it. But I know they’re here.

Try not to step on them.

What else is there…

Lempkits. Oh God. I HATE Lempkits!

They are shitty little furry bastards who run around everywhere and are little pieces of shit. I hate them. They don’t do anything much besides being annoying little shits.

They break machines, they clog pipes, they eat everything. They’re like cockroaches with hair, but bigger. They don’t do much individually, but get twenty of them together and they will attack a human.

I saw it once. An old man fell down, on the street. I even started walking to go help him. A Lempkit spotted him first. He sniffed the old man and tasted him with his antenna. It was… so fast. I didn’t have time to react.

They swarmed him. He was dead in a matter of seconds.

It’s not right. We shouldn’t have to live like this. Something needs to change.

This town matters to me. I want to make a difference, to help people. Help my family.

My own family… My uncle. He was a victim of this.

There are these things. We don’t talk about them a lot. Even though we should. They are, well, invisible. But trust me you’ll know they’re there. They are massive, like building size, but they barely move.

My uncle was killed by one of them.

They always do the same thing. You can’t see them but one day you’ll just be walking by and they’ll pick you up. They’ll pick you up until you’re as high as you’ve ever been. Soaring through the sky, like a bird…

And then pop. They twist you.

That’s what they did with my uncle. People can’t see much; you just see a red mist exploding in the sky. I don’t know why they even do it.

People don’t talk about them a lot because they’re the most “peaceful”. Only a death every five years or so. I don’t care. I hate them.

Fuck those things. They are weird. You can see them sometimes. During thunderstorms they become visible. Do you know those old radio towers? They look like that. Or some high voltage tower. They just stand there waiting.

If you are ever going down the freeway during a storm and you spot a radio tower suspiciously in the middle of the forest. Well, watch out. It could be one of them.

You might be close to our town. Don’t go near it.

And finally, Therions. I’m not going to bother talking about Therions. They suck, they don’t do anything useful for society. They don’t even kill people properly.

Everyone hates Therions, from human to monster alike. They’re… They’re just repulsive. Who the hell would like Therions?! They should go back from where they come from as far as I’m concerned.

That’s most of them, I think. It sucks. It’s always the same thing every election cycle. Some creature gets elected, usually an Orgron. They make a bunch of promises they can’t keep, and then their side kills a bunch of people.

The monsters usually try to make things cordial between themselves, but they couldn’t care less what humans think.

That’s why I think I can make a difference. For our side. I need to convince people. Maybe even get the monster’s vote (yeah sure thing).

I mean I can’t be worse than our last mayor. He was an umbral. It was kinda controversial.

He had to resign.

Now you must be thinking. Did he kill someone? Or maybe too many people? And that’s why he had to go? Nope. He had an affair. Cheating on his wife (shadow wife?). That’s not really that unheard of for these creatures. The issue was slightly different.

He had an affair with a human.

I guess that’s going to be our last umbral mayor for a while. Probably back to Ogrons as usual. Those massive invisible things are unlikely to win, they’ve never won an election. I don’t think they even vote.

And hell if I ever vote for a Lempkit. You might assume they’d win a lot of since there’s so many of them. Well, no, each Lempkit counts as one fifth of a vote.

So maybe there’s a chance for me. Maybe I’ll win, I don’t know I think it’s worth trying. So, like I said I’m asking for opinions online and seeing what works and what doesn’t.

I guess I’ll go out there and mingle with people. Try to see what they need in their lives. I’ll also try to figure out why I’m the only human in fifty years that’s in the running. What a shitshow this is going to be.

Catch you later! Don’t forget to vote!

 

 

Update:

Hey Chris here, haven’t updated this in five days. Came to check on it. There’s been some new… developments.

I found out an uncomfortable truth during my absence. I found out who appointed me. It was the monsters, well except Therions (fuck them). I guess it makes sense…

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I was bound to be found out eventually.

It’s not every day they see their eggs smashed by a baseball bat. It’s not every day they see their children being set ablaze by Molotovs.  I really can’t help myself. I wish nothing more but to crush their little skulls.

Even Orgrons. It’s surprisingly easy to strangle their necks when they’re young.

So yeah, I was caught. They found out about me. But it got me thinking.

Why not?

Why not do things different? Who says monsters are the ones who have to kill? Who says we need to have peace?

I think it’s time for a change. I think it’s time to be different. For a new way of thinking. Maybe we shouldn’t just want peace, maybe we should learn something from them.

I guess that’s why I’m in the running. They respect that. It’s the only thing they understand.

 

Hey, I just got the idea for my slogan.

“Vote Chris Penton. For a future without monsters”.

Hey. Before I start, I guess I should say.

“Vote Chris Penton”

Nah that’s shit. I’ve got to workshop a new slogan.

Now that’s out of the way. Hello internet, and potential focus group. I’m here with a weird situation and a weirder request.

I need you to help me get elected.

I mean I’m still considering it. Just want to test the waters to see if I have what it takes. There is one small, tiny caveat, however.

In my town, only monsters get to be mayor.

Like actual creatures, I’ll explain as I go. So yeah, it’s not your typical political scenario. And I kind of have no experience. So that’s why I’m reaching out.

And no, I’m not secretly a monster in need. I am a human being.

And the monsters? Well, they are a fucking problem. So I could really use the help.

Don’t believe me?

One year, the mayor who was elected, was well, you guessed it, a monster. An Orgron to be exact. He gave his little acceptance speech, flapped his little appendices in front of his mouth and then ate the resident mayor secretary.

Right there. In front of the crowd.

See what I mean?

I don’t know when, but sometime in the past, the people in town struck some sort of deal with these creatures. It used to be chaos. Death, fear, war. It used to be a shitshow. But then we came to an agreement. There’s more of us than there are of them. But they’re stronger, more dangerous. So, we decided.

Every five years we get to elect one of them to be our leader.

This was the bizarre… compromise people came up with at the time. The monsters want to rule us, and we just want peace. So, we accept that they become our leaders as opposed to just going on reckless rampages.

Democratically of course.

And don’t bother trying to find us. That’s not a good idea. What we do here is for the sake of other people. Other towns.

You should be thanking us. Other places could face the same issue if it wasn’t for us. We keep them controlled, while they control us.

It isn’t an easy life. I’m trying to figure out who exactly would put a human in the running? You don’t get to run yourself. You’re chosen by a “committee of your peers”. Whatever that means.

So, screw it. Maybe I will run. I just need experience. I need to understand how people think, how they work. I need help. Maybe someone can share their ideas for our town if I explain our issues.

Maybe I should describe the revolting swinging doors of creatures that live with us first.

So, I mentioned Orgrons already. Orgrons are the main monsters in town. There’s like fifty of them. They’re big, they’re disgusting and they eat us. They’re the ones responsible for the greatest number of deaths between humans.

That’s it. Not much more to say. They suck, I wish they would all die.

Starting to see what we’re dealing with? That’s why it’s unheard of for a human to be elected.

There used to be a mass murderer in our town. A human one. He tried to run for office.

He was rejected. You know what they told him?

“We don’t take amateurs.”

Standards are high for politics around here. You’re either a monster or you don’t get to run. Which is why I’m confused to who appointed me.

But there’s more.

There are these, like, shadow things? The umbral they call it. They’re very bizarre. They’re basically shadows that aren’t attached to anything. They’re like little tricksters with a twisted sense of humor.

They kind of attach themselves to your shadow and move you around. One time they made a cat spaz-out mid-air. Poor cat. It was fine afterwards, just super scared. Assholes.

They still kill people.

They made someone vanish once. Attached themselves to someone’s shadow and made the guy translucent. Yes, translucent. Do you know what that means?

Light passed through him. The guy was basically half invisible.

He didn’t have a shadow. He couldn’t absorb heat properly and he eventually got too weak to continue. Every day he was fading away more and more…

I don’t know how they do it. I can’t understand the physics of it. But I know they’re here.

Try not to step on them.

What else is there…

Lempkits. Oh God. I HATE Lempkits!

They are shitty little furry bastards who run around everywhere and are little pieces of shit. I hate them. They don’t do anything much besides being annoying little shits.

They break machines, they clog pipes, they eat everything. They’re like cockroaches with hair, but bigger. They don’t do much individually, but get twenty of them together and they will attack a human.

I saw it once. An old man fell down, on the street. I even started walking to go help him. A Lempkit spotted him first. He sniffed the old man and tasted him with his antenna. It was… so fast. I didn’t have time to react.

They swarmed him. He was dead in a matter of seconds.

It’s not right. We shouldn’t have to live like this. Something needs to change.

This town matters to me. I want to make a difference, to help people. Help my family.

My own family… My uncle. He was a victim of this.

There are these things. We don’t talk about them a lot. Even though we should. They are, well, invisible. But trust me you’ll know they’re there. They are massive, like building size, but they barely move.

My uncle was killed by one of them.

They always do the same thing. You can’t see them but one day you’ll just be walking by and they’ll pick you up. They’ll pick you up until you’re as high as you’ve ever been. Soaring through the sky, like a bird…

And then pop. They twist you.

That’s what they did with my uncle. People can’t see much; you just see a red mist exploding in the sky. I don’t know why they even do it.

People don’t talk about them a lot because they’re the most “peaceful”. Only a death every five years or so. I don’t care. I hate them.

Fuck those things. They are weird. You can see them sometimes. During thunderstorms they become visible. Do you know those old radio towers? They look like that. Or some high voltage tower. They just stand there waiting.

If you are ever going down the freeway during a storm and you spot a radio tower suspiciously in the middle of the forest. Well, watch out. It could be one of them.

You might be close to our town. Don’t go near it.

And finally, Therions. I’m not going to bother talking about Therions. They suck, they don’t do anything useful for society. They don’t even kill people properly.

Everyone hates Therions, from human to monster alike. They’re… They’re just repulsive. Who the hell would like Therions?! They should go back from where they come from as far as I’m concerned.

That’s most of them, I think. It sucks. It’s always the same thing every election cycle. Some creature gets elected, usually an Orgron. They make a bunch of promises they can’t keep, and then their side kills a bunch of people.

The monsters usually try to make things cordial between themselves, but they couldn’t care less what humans think.

That’s why I think I can make a difference. For our side. I need to convince people. Maybe even get the monster’s vote (yeah sure thing).

I mean I can’t be worse than our last mayor. He was an umbral. It was kinda controversial.

He had to resign.

Now you must be thinking. Did he kill someone? Or maybe too many people? And that’s why he had to go? Nope. He had an affair. Cheating on his wife (shadow wife?). That’s not really that unheard of for these creatures. The issue was slightly different.

He had an affair with a human.

I guess that’s going to be our last umbral mayor for a while. Probably back to Ogrons as usual. Those massive invisible things are unlikely to win, they’ve never won an election. I don’t think they even vote.

And hell if I ever vote for a Lempkit. You might assume they’d win a lot of since there’s so many of them. Well, no, each Lempkit counts as one fifth of a vote.

So maybe there’s a chance for me. Maybe I’ll win, I don’t know I think it’s worth trying. So, like I said I’m asking for opinions online and seeing what works and what doesn’t.

I guess I’ll go out there and mingle with people. Try to see what they need in their lives. I’ll also try to figure out why I’m the only human in fifty years that’s in the running. What a shitshow this is going to be.

Catch you later! Don’t forget to vote!

 

 

Update:

Hey Chris here, haven’t updated this in five days. Came to check on it. There’s been some new… developments.

I found out an uncomfortable truth during my absence. I found out who appointed me. It was the monsters, well except Therions (fuck them). I guess it makes sense…

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I was bound to be found out eventually.

It’s not every day they see their eggs smashed by a baseball bat. It’s not every day they see their children being set ablaze by Molotovs.  I really can’t help myself. I wish nothing more but to crush their little skulls.

Even Orgrons. It’s surprisingly easy to strangle their necks when they’re young.

So yeah, I was caught. They found out about me. But it got me thinking.

Why not?

Why not do things different? Who says monsters are the ones who have to kill? Who says we need to have peace?

I think it’s time for a change. I think it’s time to be different. For a new way of thinking. Maybe we shouldn’t just want peace, maybe we should learn something from them.

I guess that’s why I’m in the running. They respect that. It’s the only thing they understand.

 

Hey, I just got the idea for my slogan.

“Vote Chris Penton. For a future without monsters”.

Hey. Before I start, I guess I should say.

“Vote Chris Penton”

Nah that’s shit. I’ve got to workshop a new slogan.

Now that’s out of the way. Hello internet, and potential focus group. I’m here with a weird situation and a weirder request.

I need you to help me get elected.

I mean I’m still considering it. Just want to test the waters to see if I have what it takes. There is one small, tiny caveat, however.

In my town, only monsters get to be mayor.

Like actual creatures, I’ll explain as I go. So yeah, it’s not your typical political scenario. And I kind of have no experience. So that’s why I’m reaching out.

And no, I’m not secretly a monster in need. I am a human being.

And the monsters? Well, they are a fucking problem. So I could really use the help.

Don’t believe me?

One year, the mayor who was elected, was well, you guessed it, a monster. An Orgron to be exact. He gave his little acceptance speech, flapped his little appendices in front of his mouth and then ate the resident mayor secretary.

Right there. In front of the crowd.

See what I mean?

I don’t know when, but sometime in the past, the people in town struck some sort of deal with these creatures. It used to be chaos. Death, fear, war. It used to be a shitshow. But then we came to an agreement. There’s more of us than there are of them. But they’re stronger, more dangerous. So, we decided.

Every five years we get to elect one of them to be our leader.

This was the bizarre… compromise people came up with at the time. The monsters want to rule us, and we just want peace. So, we accept that they become our leaders as opposed to just going on reckless rampages.

Democratically of course.

And don’t bother trying to find us. That’s not a good idea. What we do here is for the sake of other people. Other towns.

You should be thanking us. Other places could face the same issue if it wasn’t for us. We keep them controlled, while they control us.

It isn’t an easy life. I’m trying to figure out who exactly would put a human in the running? You don’t get to run yourself. You’re chosen by a “committee of your peers”. Whatever that means.

So, screw it. Maybe I will run. I just need experience. I need to understand how people think, how they work. I need help. Maybe someone can share their ideas for our town if I explain our issues.

Maybe I should describe the revolting swinging doors of creatures that live with us first.

So, I mentioned Orgrons already. Orgrons are the main monsters in town. There’s like fifty of them. They’re big, they’re disgusting and they eat us. They’re the ones responsible for the greatest number of deaths between humans.

That’s it. Not much more to say. They suck, I wish they would all die.

Starting to see what we’re dealing with? That’s why it’s unheard of for a human to be elected.

There used to be a mass murderer in our town. A human one. He tried to run for office.

He was rejected. You know what they told him?

“We don’t take amateurs.”

Standards are high for politics around here. You’re either a monster or you don’t get to run. Which is why I’m confused to who appointed me.

But there’s more.

There are these, like, shadow things? The umbral they call it. They’re very bizarre. They’re basically shadows that aren’t attached to anything. They’re like little tricksters with a twisted sense of humor.

They kind of attach themselves to your shadow and move you around. One time they made a cat spaz-out mid-air. Poor cat. It was fine afterwards, just super scared. Assholes.

They still kill people.

They made someone vanish once. Attached themselves to someone’s shadow and made the guy translucent. Yes, translucent. Do you know what that means?

Light passed through him. The guy was basically half invisible.

He didn’t have a shadow. He couldn’t absorb heat properly and he eventually got too weak to continue. Every day he was fading away more and more…

I don’t know how they do it. I can’t understand the physics of it. But I know they’re here.

Try not to step on them.

What else is there…

Lempkits. Oh God. I HATE Lempkits!

They are shitty little furry bastards who run around everywhere and are little pieces of shit. I hate them. They don’t do anything much besides being annoying little shits.

They break machines, they clog pipes, they eat everything. They’re like cockroaches with hair, but bigger. They don’t do much individually, but get twenty of them together and they will attack a human.

I saw it once. An old man fell down, on the street. I even started walking to go help him. A Lempkit spotted him first. He sniffed the old man and tasted him with his antenna. It was… so fast. I didn’t have time to react.

They swarmed him. He was dead in a matter of seconds.

It’s not right. We shouldn’t have to live like this. Something needs to change.

This town matters to me. I want to make a difference, to help people. Help my family.

My own family… My uncle. He was a victim of this.

There are these things. We don’t talk about them a lot. Even though we should. They are, well, invisible. But trust me you’ll know they’re there. They are massive, like building size, but they barely move.

My uncle was killed by one of them.

They always do the same thing. You can’t see them but one day you’ll just be walking by and they’ll pick you up. They’ll pick you up until you’re as high as you’ve ever been. Soaring through the sky, like a bird…

And then pop. They twist you.

That’s what they did with my uncle. People can’t see much; you just see a red mist exploding in the sky. I don’t know why they even do it.

People don’t talk about them a lot because they’re the most “peaceful”. Only a death every five years or so. I don’t care. I hate them.

Fuck those things. They are weird. You can see them sometimes. During thunderstorms they become visible. Do you know those old radio towers? They look like that. Or some high voltage tower. They just stand there waiting.

If you are ever going down the freeway during a storm and you spot a radio tower suspiciously in the middle of the forest. Well, watch out. It could be one of them.

You might be close to our town. Don’t go near it.

And finally, Therions. I’m not going to bother talking about Therions. They suck, they don’t do anything useful for society. They don’t even kill people properly.

Everyone hates Therions, from human to monster alike. They’re… They’re just repulsive. Who the hell would like Therions?! They should go back from where they come from as far as I’m concerned.

That’s most of them, I think. It sucks. It’s always the same thing every election cycle. Some creature gets elected, usually an Orgron. They make a bunch of promises they can’t keep, and then their side kills a bunch of people.

The monsters usually try to make things cordial between themselves, but they couldn’t care less what humans think.

That’s why I think I can make a difference. For our side. I need to convince people. Maybe even get the monster’s vote (yeah sure thing).

I mean I can’t be worse than our last mayor. He was an umbral. It was kinda controversial.

He had to resign.

Now you must be thinking. Did he kill someone? Or maybe too many people? And that’s why he had to go? Nope. He had an affair. Cheating on his wife (shadow wife?). That’s not really that unheard of for these creatures. The issue was slightly different.

He had an affair with a human.

I guess that’s going to be our last umbral mayor for a while. Probably back to Ogrons as usual. Those massive invisible things are unlikely to win, they’ve never won an election. I don’t think they even vote.

And hell if I ever vote for a Lempkit. You might assume they’d win a lot of since there’s so many of them. Well, no, each Lempkit counts as one fifth of a vote.

So maybe there’s a chance for me. Maybe I’ll win, I don’t know I think it’s worth trying. So, like I said I’m asking for opinions online and seeing what works and what doesn’t.

I guess I’ll go out there and mingle with people. Try to see what they need in their lives. I’ll also try to figure out why I’m the only human in fifty years that’s in the running. What a shitshow this is going to be.

Catch you later! Don’t forget to vote!

 

 

Update:

Hey Chris here, haven’t updated this in five days. Came to check on it. There’s been some new… developments.

I found out an uncomfortable truth during my absence. I found out who appointed me. It was the monsters, well except Therions (fuck them). I guess it makes sense…

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I was bound to be found out eventually.

It’s not every day they see their eggs smashed by a baseball bat. It’s not every day they see their children being set ablaze by Molotovs.  I really can’t help myself. I wish nothing more but to crush their little skulls.

Even Orgrons. It’s surprisingly easy to strangle their necks when they’re young.

So yeah, I was caught. They found out about me. But it got me thinking.

Why not?

Why not do things different? Who says monsters are the ones who have to kill? Who says we need to have peace?

I think it’s time for a change. I think it’s time to be different. For a new way of thinking. Maybe we shouldn’t just want peace, maybe we should learn something from them.

I guess that’s why I’m in the running. They respect that. It’s the only thing they understand.

 

Hey, I just got the idea for my slogan.

“Vote Chris Penton. For a future without monsters”.

Hey Chris here. Is this even working? God damn it.

Whatever. Hey internet, can someone help track a location for me? I’m stuck out at sea. I need help. Please.

This is my last means of communication. I’ve tried everything else. Rescue services are ignoring me.

God damn it. Can someone just help me?

I’m stuck on a cruise ship, with my family. We’ve been here for five months. And, well, no one else cares.

I’m not even joking; everyone is going insane. There’s something wrong with the ship. There’s something wrong with these fucking people.

Dam it. Can you just track me somehow!? I’m in the middle of the ocean. Heading towards…uhm… Where were we going?

I don’t… I don’t remember. What the hell? This trip, this boat, it’s affecting me.

How is this even possible? I mean, how am I even surprised. Nothing here makes sense.

The moment I set foot on this boat; I encountered something strange. When we were boarding there was a guy punching tickets. Like old school stuff.

Okay nothing too weird, I thought. When I presented my ticket. He looked at me, smiled and then used his tool on my hand.

The prick pricked my hand.

He just smiled at me and I was forced to keep walking.

Don’t think that’s enough? I get it, that’s just one stupid dude. So let me explain some of the insanities I’ve been living with then.

It wasn’t always crazy. At the beginning, people were just having fun. Dinners, pool, sunbathing. Talking. It was all pretty standard stuff.

The issues started when they announced after a month that our arrival was delayed. This cruise was supposed to only be a month. But when we were supposed to reach… The place I´ve forgotten about, we were just told we had to wait.

Okay, nothing crazy so far. And so, we waited. And we waited. And we waited. And days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months.

People were fuming.

People started trashing stuff. Demanded to see the captain. Continuously called emergency services, loved ones, the news, anything and everything.

And then one day it just stopped. Everyone just accepted it.

People smile now, they’re happy. They’re enjoying their little cruise. I’m not.

I talk to people in here. They upset me. One day I was discussing it with someone.

“This isn’t so bad” he said.

Hum, yes. Yes, it is. We´re stuck here.

The next day I confronted someone else. They just said.

“It is what it is”.

How?! How does no one care? What is wrong with them.

That’s not the only issue. This ship, something else is happening.

Let me try to explain.

So, remember I said there’s a pool? Well, the other day I decided to go in. Don’t judge me, I’m stressed, I’m angry. I need a break. Everyone around me acts normal. I just wanted some normal too.

That water was the saltiest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I left there caked in salt, white streaks of dried salt clung to my skin afterwards. I don’t understand how anyone can enjoy that.

Everyone was happy in it. I think I saw some people drinking it.

That was during the first months. We don’t go in the pool anymore. Something, something lives in it now. It’s not a good idea to swim near it.

That’s not the only thing that makes no sense.

There’s an entertainment crew on board. They were supposed to play every week, which they did. It’s an animal show and it’s just two dudes, with either dogs (three Labradors) or those big parrots (I don’t know their names).

Since last month they started performing shows with larger animals. Like, seals and even donkeys.

I have no fucking idea how that’s possible. It was always just the dogs or the parrots. But it’s getting “worse”. The animals are getting bigger.

Lions. Last week they had fucking lions.

There are no, I repeat, NO lions aboard this ship. There are no cages for them, there is no space for them. When the show is on, they don’t even put any fencing or protection around. You can be five feet away from a lion. After the show, the animals just go inside a small utensils closet. And that’s it.

They impossibly stop mattering. They’re just there, or somewhere else. I feel like I’m going crazy.

Next week the show is with sharks.

I tried talking to the staff here. But there’s something wrong with them. They kind of just ignore me? They just look out to sea, yearning for it. Their eyes are always towards the sea.

They look like they want to jump off.

Each month things get progressively weirder and weirder.

One day I was just walking around the deck. Like, there’s nothing around us. No landmasses, no reference points, not even birds. There’s just water.

I was walking around and I noticed five people standing around in a group. I was flabbergasted by what they were doing.

 They were fishing? I don’t understand if it’s normal to fish on a cruise ship. They just had a massive fishing pole and they were all giddy about something.

They pulled a man out. With the fishing pole. He floundered around like a fish.

Then he just stood up and looked at them.

“Good day.” he said. And then wandered off.

I don’t know what the fuck is going on anymore!

There’s something weird the upper staff do as well. Starting last month, every day at exactly 5:55 PM. They all stop and line up. Then they start shouting.

“All hail the king. All hail the professor. To’Kempus, To’Kempus, To’Kempus. All hail the Rebis.”

Yeah, no idea what the fuck that is. They say it like it’s some military chant. It’s unsettling. I don’t like it.

There’s also the captain of the ship. Oh boy.

He’s just called “The Captain”. No, like seriously. That’s it. That’s what you need to call him, the captain.

Last person who didn’t do that. Well, let’s just say I don’t want to get sucked through the air vents like he was.

He’s a… peculiar figure. He’s hard to stare at. I can’t seem to really remember what he looks like.

There’s something wrong with my family too. They just accept things now. My dad, my mom, my younger sister. They just eat, they talk, they have fun. They live…

They’re part of it.

I tried reasoning with them. Tried to snap them from their trance. But they fight back. They say I’m “ruining the trip”.

Fuck. What else can I even do.

Oh, I guess there’s something off about the food as well. When I go to have dinner. I see a bunch of people standing around tables. But they don’t move, they just stay put.

And I watch them, it perplexes me. Their minds, their faces. In fear… In fear, and lust, and pain. From pain to last, and from last to east. Under the water, from sea to gray. And all for the king.

And from pain, to lust and lust to brain and brain to stone and stone to earth and earth to sky and sky to lust and lust to eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat AND EAT.

Where was I? Oh yeah, the fish tastes a bit weird. Like they put too much thyme.

I should specify that we haven’t stopped for supplies for four months and there doesn’t seem to be any shortages of food or water.

Now, even granting all of that. I wouldn’t be so concerned, but something happened recently. Sure, things are weird and impossible. But you get used to it.

But last week… It’s… it’s too much.

We were just having dinner. A big ballroom, everyone eats, everyone talks. There’s always music playing. All the time. Constantly. And it’s not recent stuff. It’s old, classical, fancy. It’s kind of calming to be honest.

A man started choking on his food. And everyone, well, they ignored him. He was trashing and kicking, basically fighting for his life… I couldn’t, I don’t know why I didn’t help.

He died. And then everyone started dancing.

I’ve never been so uncomfortable and afraid in my life. They were so fucking happy. Like it was the most fun they’ve ever had. The man on the floor died with a huge smile on his face. It was like he was happy to entertain them.

This place is wrong.

I am not a strong person. I’ve talked to emergency services innumerable times. They ask the name of the ship and when I do, they just laugh and tell me to “Enjoy the trip.”. I pleaded with my family but they just say I’m some Debbie downer.

I…I… jumped off the boat yesterday. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I remember dying. I remember hitting metal. Hard. And feeling immense pain.

And today I just woke up back in bed. Like nothing fucking happened.

I can’t escape. I can’t leave. I’m trapped here.

That’s why I’m begging for anyone to track me down and save me, save us. I’ve had enough of this shitshow. I think I’m going to find the captain and demand answers.

If I die then I die. At least I’ll be free. Either way I’m leaving.

Wish me luck.

 

Update:

Sorry for not updating this, I’ve been busy. It’s been five days since I last checked in here. I did it, I confronted the captain. He barely said anything. Barely looked at me. He just looked at me and said I was a “good boy”.

Things are… Wait, the intercom is blaring, there’s an announcement coming.

I…. I can’t believe this. The captain announced we’re staying one more year on this ship before we get to our destination. I don’t understand. Why!? Why is he doing this to us?!

He can’t do this. I can’t be here a year.

I thought I was a good boy! I love this ship! I don’t want to leave!

Hey Chris here. Is this even working? God damn it.

Whatever. Hey internet, can someone help track a location for me? I’m stuck out at sea. I need help. Please.

This is my last means of communication. I’ve tried everything else. Rescue services are ignoring me.

God damn it. Can someone just help me?

I’m stuck on a cruise ship, with my family. We’ve been here for five months. And, well, no one else cares.

I’m not even joking; everyone is going insane. There’s something wrong with the ship. There’s something wrong with these fucking people.

Dam it. Can you just track me somehow!? I’m in the middle of the ocean. Heading towards…uhm… Where were we going?

I don’t… I don’t remember. What the hell? This trip, this boat, it’s affecting me.

How is this even possible? I mean, how am I even surprised. Nothing here makes sense.

The moment I set foot on this boat; I encountered something strange. When we were boarding there was a guy punching tickets. Like old school stuff.

Okay nothing too weird, I thought. When I presented my ticket. He looked at me, smiled and then used his tool on my hand.

The prick pricked my hand.

He just smiled at me and I was forced to keep walking.

Don’t think that’s enough? I get it, that’s just one stupid dude. So let me explain some of the insanities I’ve been living with then.

It wasn’t always crazy. At the beginning, people were just having fun. Dinners, pool, sunbathing. Talking. It was all pretty standard stuff.

The issues started when they announced after a month that our arrival was delayed. This cruise was supposed to only be a month. But when we were supposed to reach… The place I´ve forgotten about, we were just told we had to wait.

Okay, nothing crazy so far. And so, we waited. And we waited. And we waited. And days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months.

People were fuming.

People started trashing stuff. Demanded to see the captain. Continuously called emergency services, loved ones, the news, anything and everything.

And then one day it just stopped. Everyone just accepted it.

People smile now, they’re happy. They’re enjoying their little cruise. I’m not.

I talk to people in here. They upset me. One day I was discussing it with someone.

“This isn’t so bad” he said.

Hum, yes. Yes, it is. We´re stuck here.

The next day I confronted someone else. They just said.

“It is what it is”.

How?! How does no one care? What is wrong with them.

That’s not the only issue. This ship, something else is happening.

Let me try to explain.

So, remember I said there’s a pool? Well, the other day I decided to go in. Don’t judge me, I’m stressed, I’m angry. I need a break. Everyone around me acts normal. I just wanted some normal too.

That water was the saltiest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I left there caked in salt, white streaks of dried salt clung to my skin afterwards. I don’t understand how anyone can enjoy that.

Everyone was happy in it. I think I saw some people drinking it.

That was during the first months. We don’t go in the pool anymore. Something, something lives in it now. It’s not a good idea to swim near it.

That’s not the only thing that makes no sense.

There’s an entertainment crew on board. They were supposed to play every week, which they did. It’s an animal show and it’s just two dudes, with either dogs (three Labradors) or those big parrots (I don’t know their names).

Since last month they started performing shows with larger animals. Like, seals and even donkeys.

I have no fucking idea how that’s possible. It was always just the dogs or the parrots. But it’s getting “worse”. The animals are getting bigger.

Lions. Last week they had fucking lions.

There are no, I repeat, NO lions aboard this ship. There are no cages for them, there is no space for them. When the show is on, they don’t even put any fencing or protection around. You can be five feet away from a lion. After the show, the animals just go inside a small utensils closet. And that’s it.

They impossibly stop mattering. They’re just there, or somewhere else. I feel like I’m going crazy.

Next week the show is with sharks.

I tried talking to the staff here. But there’s something wrong with them. They kind of just ignore me? They just look out to sea, yearning for it. Their eyes are always towards the sea.

They look like they want to jump off.

Each month things get progressively weirder and weirder.

One day I was just walking around the deck. Like, there’s nothing around us. No landmasses, no reference points, not even birds. There’s just water.

I was walking around and I noticed five people standing around in a group. I was flabbergasted by what they were doing.

 They were fishing? I don’t understand if it’s normal to fish on a cruise ship. They just had a massive fishing pole and they were all giddy about something.

They pulled a man out. With the fishing pole. He floundered around like a fish.

Then he just stood up and looked at them.

“Good day.” he said. And then wandered off.

I don’t know what the fuck is going on anymore!

There’s something weird the upper staff do as well. Starting last month, every day at exactly 5:55 PM. They all stop and line up. Then they start shouting.

“All hail the king. All hail the professor. To’Kempus, To’Kempus, To’Kempus. All hail the Rebis.”

Yeah, no idea what the fuck that is. They say it like it’s some military chant. It’s unsettling. I don’t like it.

There’s also the captain of the ship. Oh boy.

He’s just called “The Captain”. No, like seriously. That’s it. That’s what you need to call him, the captain.

Last person who didn’t do that. Well, let’s just say I don’t want to get sucked through the air vents like he was.

He’s a… peculiar figure. He’s hard to stare at. I can’t seem to really remember what he looks like.

There’s something wrong with my family too. They just accept things now. My dad, my mom, my younger sister. They just eat, they talk, they have fun. They live…

They’re part of it.

I tried reasoning with them. Tried to snap them from their trance. But they fight back. They say I’m “ruining the trip”.

Fuck. What else can I even do.

Oh, I guess there’s something off about the food as well. When I go to have dinner. I see a bunch of people standing around tables. But they don’t move, they just stay put.

And I watch them, it perplexes me. Their minds, their faces. In fear… In fear, and lust, and pain. From pain to last, and from last to east. Under the water, from sea to gray. And all for the king.

And from pain, to lust and lust to brain and brain to stone and stone to earth and earth to sky and sky to lust and lust to eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat AND EAT.

Where was I? Oh yeah, the fish tastes a bit weird. Like they put too much thyme.

I should specify that we haven’t stopped for supplies for four months and there doesn’t seem to be any shortages of food or water.

Now, even granting all of that. I wouldn’t be so concerned, but something happened recently. Sure, things are weird and impossible. But you get used to it.

But last week… It’s… it’s too much.

We were just having dinner. A big ballroom, everyone eats, everyone talks. There’s always music playing. All the time. Constantly. And it’s not recent stuff. It’s old, classical, fancy. It’s kind of calming to be honest.

A man started choking on his food. And everyone, well, they ignored him. He was trashing and kicking, basically fighting for his life… I couldn’t, I don’t know why I didn’t help.

He died. And then everyone started dancing.

I’ve never been so uncomfortable and afraid in my life. They were so fucking happy. Like it was the most fun they’ve ever had. The man on the floor died with a huge smile on his face. It was like he was happy to entertain them.

This place is wrong.

I am not a strong person. I’ve talked to emergency services innumerable times. They ask the name of the ship and when I do, they just laugh and tell me to “Enjoy the trip.”. I pleaded with my family but they just say I’m some Debbie downer.

I…I… jumped off the boat yesterday. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I remember dying. I remember hitting metal. Hard. And feeling immense pain.

And today I just woke up back in bed. Like nothing fucking happened.

I can’t escape. I can’t leave. I’m trapped here.

That’s why I’m begging for anyone to track me down and save me, save us. I’ve had enough of this shitshow. I think I’m going to find the captain and demand answers.

If I die then I die. At least I’ll be free. Either way I’m leaving.

Wish me luck.

 

Update:

Sorry for not updating this, I’ve been busy. It’s been five days since I last checked in here. I did it, I confronted the captain. He barely said anything. Barely looked at me. He just looked at me and said I was a “good boy”.

Things are… Wait, the intercom is blaring, there’s an announcement coming.

I…. I can’t believe this. The captain announced we’re staying one more year on this ship before we get to our destination. I don’t understand. Why!? Why is he doing this to us?!

He can’t do this. I can’t be here a year.

I thought I was a good boy! I love this ship! I don’t want to leave!

Hey Chris here. Is this even working? God damn it.

Whatever. Hey internet, can someone help track a location for me? I’m stuck out at sea. I need help. Please.

This is my last means of communication. I’ve tried everything else. Rescue services are ignoring me.

God damn it. Can someone just help me?

I’m stuck on a cruise ship, with my family. We’ve been here for five months. And, well, no one else cares.

I’m not even joking; everyone is going insane. There’s something wrong with the ship. There’s something wrong with these fucking people.

Dam it. Can you just track me somehow!? I’m in the middle of the ocean. Heading towards…uhm… Where were we going?

I don’t… I don’t remember. What the hell? This trip, this boat, it’s affecting me.

How is this even possible? I mean, how am I even surprised. Nothing here makes sense.

The moment I set foot on this boat; I encountered something strange. When we were boarding there was a guy punching tickets. Like old school stuff.

Okay nothing too weird, I thought. When I presented my ticket. He looked at me, smiled and then used his tool on my hand.

The prick pricked my hand.

He just smiled at me and I was forced to keep walking.

Don’t think that’s enough? I get it, that’s just one stupid dude. So let me explain some of the insanities I’ve been living with then.

It wasn’t always crazy. At the beginning, people were just having fun. Dinners, pool, sunbathing. Talking. It was all pretty standard stuff.

The issues started when they announced after a month that our arrival was delayed. This cruise was supposed to only be a month. But when we were supposed to reach… The place I´ve forgotten about, we were just told we had to wait.

Okay, nothing crazy so far. And so, we waited. And we waited. And we waited. And days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months.

People were fuming.

People started trashing stuff. Demanded to see the captain. Continuously called emergency services, loved ones, the news, anything and everything.

And then one day it just stopped. Everyone just accepted it.

People smile now, they’re happy. They’re enjoying their little cruise. I’m not.

I talk to people in here. They upset me. One day I was discussing it with someone.

“This isn’t so bad” he said.

Hum, yes. Yes, it is. We´re stuck here.

The next day I confronted someone else. They just said.

“It is what it is”.

How?! How does no one care? What is wrong with them.

That’s not the only issue. This ship, something else is happening.

Let me try to explain.

So, remember I said there’s a pool? Well, the other day I decided to go in. Don’t judge me, I’m stressed, I’m angry. I need a break. Everyone around me acts normal. I just wanted some normal too.

That water was the saltiest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I left there caked in salt, white streaks of dried salt clung to my skin afterwards. I don’t understand how anyone can enjoy that.

Everyone was happy in it. I think I saw some people drinking it.

That was during the first months. We don’t go in the pool anymore. Something, something lives in it now. It’s not a good idea to swim near it.

That’s not the only thing that makes no sense.

There’s an entertainment crew on board. They were supposed to play every week, which they did. It’s an animal show and it’s just two dudes, with either dogs (three Labradors) or those big parrots (I don’t know their names).

Since last month they started performing shows with larger animals. Like, seals and even donkeys.

I have no fucking idea how that’s possible. It was always just the dogs or the parrots. But it’s getting “worse”. The animals are getting bigger.

Lions. Last week they had fucking lions.

There are no, I repeat, NO lions aboard this ship. There are no cages for them, there is no space for them. When the show is on, they don’t even put any fencing or protection around. You can be five feet away from a lion. After the show, the animals just go inside a small utensils closet. And that’s it.

They impossibly stop mattering. They’re just there, or somewhere else. I feel like I’m going crazy.

Next week the show is with sharks.

I tried talking to the staff here. But there’s something wrong with them. They kind of just ignore me? They just look out to sea, yearning for it. Their eyes are always towards the sea.

They look like they want to jump off.

Each month things get progressively weirder and weirder.

One day I was just walking around the deck. Like, there’s nothing around us. No landmasses, no reference points, not even birds. There’s just water.

I was walking around and I noticed five people standing around in a group. I was flabbergasted by what they were doing.

 They were fishing? I don’t understand if it’s normal to fish on a cruise ship. They just had a massive fishing pole and they were all giddy about something.

They pulled a man out. With the fishing pole. He floundered around like a fish.

Then he just stood up and looked at them.

“Good day.” he said. And then wandered off.

I don’t know what the fuck is going on anymore!

There’s something weird the upper staff do as well. Starting last month, every day at exactly 5:55 PM. They all stop and line up. Then they start shouting.

“All hail the king. All hail the professor. To’Kempus, To’Kempus, To’Kempus. All hail the Rebis.”

Yeah, no idea what the fuck that is. They say it like it’s some military chant. It’s unsettling. I don’t like it.

There’s also the captain of the ship. Oh boy.

He’s just called “The Captain”. No, like seriously. That’s it. That’s what you need to call him, the captain.

Last person who didn’t do that. Well, let’s just say I don’t want to get sucked through the air vents like he was.

He’s a… peculiar figure. He’s hard to stare at. I can’t seem to really remember what he looks like.

There’s something wrong with my family too. They just accept things now. My dad, my mom, my younger sister. They just eat, they talk, they have fun. They live…

They’re part of it.

I tried reasoning with them. Tried to snap them from their trance. But they fight back. They say I’m “ruining the trip”.

Fuck. What else can I even do.

Oh, I guess there’s something off about the food as well. When I go to have dinner. I see a bunch of people standing around tables. But they don’t move, they just stay put.

And I watch them, it perplexes me. Their minds, their faces. In fear… In fear, and lust, and pain. From pain to last, and from last to east. Under the water, from sea to gray. And all for the king.

And from pain, to lust and lust to brain and brain to stone and stone to earth and earth to sky and sky to lust and lust to eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat AND EAT.

Where was I? Oh yeah, the fish tastes a bit weird. Like they put too much thyme.

I should specify that we haven’t stopped for supplies for four months and there doesn’t seem to be any shortages of food or water.

Now, even granting all of that. I wouldn’t be so concerned, but something happened recently. Sure, things are weird and impossible. But you get used to it.

But last week… It’s… it’s too much.

We were just having dinner. A big ballroom, everyone eats, everyone talks. There’s always music playing. All the time. Constantly. And it’s not recent stuff. It’s old, classical, fancy. It’s kind of calming to be honest.

A man started choking on his food. And everyone, well, they ignored him. He was trashing and kicking, basically fighting for his life… I couldn’t, I don’t know why I didn’t help.

He died. And then everyone started dancing.

I’ve never been so uncomfortable and afraid in my life. They were so fucking happy. Like it was the most fun they’ve ever had. The man on the floor died with a huge smile on his face. It was like he was happy to entertain them.

This place is wrong.

I am not a strong person. I’ve talked to emergency services innumerable times. They ask the name of the ship and when I do, they just laugh and tell me to “Enjoy the trip.”. I pleaded with my family but they just say I’m some Debbie downer.

I…I… jumped off the boat yesterday. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I remember dying. I remember hitting metal. Hard. And feeling immense pain.

And today I just woke up back in bed. Like nothing fucking happened.

I can’t escape. I can’t leave. I’m trapped here.

That’s why I’m begging for anyone to track me down and save me, save us. I’ve had enough of this shitshow. I think I’m going to find the captain and demand answers.

If I die then I die. At least I’ll be free. Either way I’m leaving.

Wish me luck.

 

Update:

Sorry for not updating this, I’ve been busy. It’s been five days since I last checked in here. I did it, I confronted the captain. He barely said anything. Barely looked at me. He just looked at me and said I was a “good boy”.

Things are… Wait, the intercom is blaring, there’s an announcement coming.

I…. I can’t believe this. The captain announced we’re staying one more year on this ship before we get to our destination. I don’t understand. Why!? Why is he doing this to us?!

He can’t do this. I can’t be here a year.

I thought I was a good boy! I love this ship! I don’t want to leave!

Hey Chris here. Is this even working? God damn it.

Whatever. Hey internet, can someone help track a location for me? I’m stuck out at sea. I need help. Please.

This is my last means of communication. I’ve tried everything else. Rescue services are ignoring me.

God damn it. Can someone just help me?

I’m stuck on a cruise ship, with my family. We’ve been here for five months. And, well, no one else cares.

I’m not even joking; everyone is going insane. There’s something wrong with the ship. There’s something wrong with these fucking people.

Dam it. Can you just track me somehow!? I’m in the middle of the ocean. Heading towards…uhm… Where were we going?

I don’t… I don’t remember. What the hell? This trip, this boat, it’s affecting me.

How is this even possible? I mean, how am I even surprised. Nothing here makes sense.

The moment I set foot on this boat; I encountered something strange. When we were boarding there was a guy punching tickets. Like old school stuff.

Okay nothing too weird, I thought. When I presented my ticket. He looked at me, smiled and then used his tool on my hand.

The prick pricked my hand.

He just smiled at me and I was forced to keep walking.

Don’t think that’s enough? I get it, that’s just one stupid dude. So let me explain some of the insanities I’ve been living with then.

It wasn’t always crazy. At the beginning, people were just having fun. Dinners, pool, sunbathing. Talking. It was all pretty standard stuff.

The issues started when they announced after a month that our arrival was delayed. This cruise was supposed to only be a month. But when we were supposed to reach… The place I´ve forgotten about, we were just told we had to wait.

Okay, nothing crazy so far. And so, we waited. And we waited. And we waited. And days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months.

People were fuming.

People started trashing stuff. Demanded to see the captain. Continuously called emergency services, loved ones, the news, anything and everything.

And then one day it just stopped. Everyone just accepted it.

People smile now, they’re happy. They’re enjoying their little cruise. I’m not.

I talk to people in here. They upset me. One day I was discussing it with someone.

“This isn’t so bad” he said.

Hum, yes. Yes, it is. We´re stuck here.

The next day I confronted someone else. They just said.

“It is what it is”.

How?! How does no one care? What is wrong with them.

That’s not the only issue. This ship, something else is happening.

Let me try to explain.

So, remember I said there’s a pool? Well, the other day I decided to go in. Don’t judge me, I’m stressed, I’m angry. I need a break. Everyone around me acts normal. I just wanted some normal too.

That water was the saltiest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I left there caked in salt, white streaks of dried salt clung to my skin afterwards. I don’t understand how anyone can enjoy that.

Everyone was happy in it. I think I saw some people drinking it.

That was during the first months. We don’t go in the pool anymore. Something, something lives in it now. It’s not a good idea to swim near it.

That’s not the only thing that makes no sense.

There’s an entertainment crew on board. They were supposed to play every week, which they did. It’s an animal show and it’s just two dudes, with either dogs (three Labradors) or those big parrots (I don’t know their names).

Since last month they started performing shows with larger animals. Like, seals and even donkeys.

I have no fucking idea how that’s possible. It was always just the dogs or the parrots. But it’s getting “worse”. The animals are getting bigger.

Lions. Last week they had fucking lions.

There are no, I repeat, NO lions aboard this ship. There are no cages for them, there is no space for them. When the show is on, they don’t even put any fencing or protection around. You can be five feet away from a lion. After the show, the animals just go inside a small utensils closet. And that’s it.

They impossibly stop mattering. They’re just there, or somewhere else. I feel like I’m going crazy.

Next week the show is with sharks.

I tried talking to the staff here. But there’s something wrong with them. They kind of just ignore me? They just look out to sea, yearning for it. Their eyes are always towards the sea.

They look like they want to jump off.

Each month things get progressively weirder and weirder.

One day I was just walking around the deck. Like, there’s nothing around us. No landmasses, no reference points, not even birds. There’s just water.

I was walking around and I noticed five people standing around in a group. I was flabbergasted by what they were doing.

 They were fishing? I don’t understand if it’s normal to fish on a cruise ship. They just had a massive fishing pole and they were all giddy about something.

They pulled a man out. With the fishing pole. He floundered around like a fish.

Then he just stood up and looked at them.

“Good day.” he said. And then wandered off.

I don’t know what the fuck is going on anymore!

There’s something weird the upper staff do as well. Starting last month, every day at exactly 5:55 PM. They all stop and line up. Then they start shouting.

“All hail the king. All hail the professor. To’Kempus, To’Kempus, To’Kempus. All hail the Rebis.”

Yeah, no idea what the fuck that is. They say it like it’s some military chant. It’s unsettling. I don’t like it.

There’s also the captain of the ship. Oh boy.

He’s just called “The Captain”. No, like seriously. That’s it. That’s what you need to call him, the captain.

Last person who didn’t do that. Well, let’s just say I don’t want to get sucked through the air vents like he was.

He’s a… peculiar figure. He’s hard to stare at. I can’t seem to really remember what he looks like.

There’s something wrong with my family too. They just accept things now. My dad, my mom, my younger sister. They just eat, they talk, they have fun. They live…

They’re part of it.

I tried reasoning with them. Tried to snap them from their trance. But they fight back. They say I’m “ruining the trip”.

Fuck. What else can I even do.

Oh, I guess there’s something off about the food as well. When I go to have dinner. I see a bunch of people standing around tables. But they don’t move, they just stay put.

And I watch them, it perplexes me. Their minds, their faces. In fear… In fear, and lust, and pain. From pain to last, and from last to east. Under the water, from sea to gray. And all for the king.

And from pain, to lust and lust to brain and brain to stone and stone to earth and earth to sky and sky to lust and lust to eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat AND EAT.

Where was I? Oh yeah, the fish tastes a bit weird. Like they put too much thyme.

I should specify that we haven’t stopped for supplies for four months and there doesn’t seem to be any shortages of food or water.

Now, even granting all of that. I wouldn’t be so concerned, but something happened recently. Sure, things are weird and impossible. But you get used to it.

But last week… It’s… it’s too much.

We were just having dinner. A big ballroom, everyone eats, everyone talks. There’s always music playing. All the time. Constantly. And it’s not recent stuff. It’s old, classical, fancy. It’s kind of calming to be honest.

A man started choking on his food. And everyone, well, they ignored him. He was trashing and kicking, basically fighting for his life… I couldn’t, I don’t know why I didn’t help.

He died. And then everyone started dancing.

I’ve never been so uncomfortable and afraid in my life. They were so fucking happy. Like it was the most fun they’ve ever had. The man on the floor died with a huge smile on his face. It was like he was happy to entertain them.

This place is wrong.

I am not a strong person. I’ve talked to emergency services innumerable times. They ask the name of the ship and when I do, they just laugh and tell me to “Enjoy the trip.”. I pleaded with my family but they just say I’m some Debbie downer.

I…I… jumped off the boat yesterday. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I remember dying. I remember hitting metal. Hard. And feeling immense pain.

And today I just woke up back in bed. Like nothing fucking happened.

I can’t escape. I can’t leave. I’m trapped here.

That’s why I’m begging for anyone to track me down and save me, save us. I’ve had enough of this shitshow. I think I’m going to find the captain and demand answers.

If I die then I die. At least I’ll be free. Either way I’m leaving.

Wish me luck.

 

Update:

Sorry for not updating this, I’ve been busy. It’s been five days since I last checked in here. I did it, I confronted the captain. He barely said anything. Barely looked at me. He just looked at me and said I was a “good boy”.

Things are… Wait, the intercom is blaring, there’s an announcement coming.

I…. I can’t believe this. The captain announced we’re staying one more year on this ship before we get to our destination. I don’t understand. Why!? Why is he doing this to us?!

He can’t do this. I can’t be here a year.

I thought I was a good boy! I love this ship! I don’t want to leave!

Hey Chris here. Is this even working? God damn it.

Whatever. Hey internet, can someone help track a location for me? I’m stuck out at sea. I need help. Please.

This is my last means of communication. I’ve tried everything else. Rescue services are ignoring me.

God damn it. Can someone just help me?

I’m stuck on a cruise ship, with my family. We’ve been here for five months. And, well, no one else cares.

I’m not even joking; everyone is going insane. There’s something wrong with the ship. There’s something wrong with these fucking people.

Dam it. Can you just track me somehow!? I’m in the middle of the ocean. Heading towards…uhm… Where were we going?

I don’t… I don’t remember. What the hell? This trip, this boat, it’s affecting me.

How is this even possible? I mean, how am I even surprised. Nothing here makes sense.

The moment I set foot on this boat; I encountered something strange. When we were boarding there was a guy punching tickets. Like old school stuff.

Okay nothing too weird, I thought. When I presented my ticket. He looked at me, smiled and then used his tool on my hand.

The prick pricked my hand.

He just smiled at me and I was forced to keep walking.

Don’t think that’s enough? I get it, that’s just one stupid dude. So let me explain some of the insanities I’ve been living with then.

It wasn’t always crazy. At the beginning, people were just having fun. Dinners, pool, sunbathing. Talking. It was all pretty standard stuff.

The issues started when they announced after a month that our arrival was delayed. This cruise was supposed to only be a month. But when we were supposed to reach… The place I´ve forgotten about, we were just told we had to wait.

Okay, nothing crazy so far. And so, we waited. And we waited. And we waited. And days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months.

People were fuming.

People started trashing stuff. Demanded to see the captain. Continuously called emergency services, loved ones, the news, anything and everything.

And then one day it just stopped. Everyone just accepted it.

People smile now, they’re happy. They’re enjoying their little cruise. I’m not.

I talk to people in here. They upset me. One day I was discussing it with someone.

“This isn’t so bad” he said.

Hum, yes. Yes, it is. We´re stuck here.

The next day I confronted someone else. They just said.

“It is what it is”.

How?! How does no one care? What is wrong with them.

That’s not the only issue. This ship, something else is happening.

Let me try to explain.

So, remember I said there’s a pool? Well, the other day I decided to go in. Don’t judge me, I’m stressed, I’m angry. I need a break. Everyone around me acts normal. I just wanted some normal too.

That water was the saltiest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I left there caked in salt, white streaks of dried salt clung to my skin afterwards. I don’t understand how anyone can enjoy that.

Everyone was happy in it. I think I saw some people drinking it.

That was during the first months. We don’t go in the pool anymore. Something, something lives in it now. It’s not a good idea to swim near it.

That’s not the only thing that makes no sense.

There’s an entertainment crew on board. They were supposed to play every week, which they did. It’s an animal show and it’s just two dudes, with either dogs (three Labradors) or those big parrots (I don’t know their names).

Since last month they started performing shows with larger animals. Like, seals and even donkeys.

I have no fucking idea how that’s possible. It was always just the dogs or the parrots. But it’s getting “worse”. The animals are getting bigger.

Lions. Last week they had fucking lions.

There are no, I repeat, NO lions aboard this ship. There are no cages for them, there is no space for them. When the show is on, they don’t even put any fencing or protection around. You can be five feet away from a lion. After the show, the animals just go inside a small utensils closet. And that’s it.

They impossibly stop mattering. They’re just there, or somewhere else. I feel like I’m going crazy.

Next week the show is with sharks.

I tried talking to the staff here. But there’s something wrong with them. They kind of just ignore me? They just look out to sea, yearning for it. Their eyes are always towards the sea.

They look like they want to jump off.

Each month things get progressively weirder and weirder.

One day I was just walking around the deck. Like, there’s nothing around us. No landmasses, no reference points, not even birds. There’s just water.

I was walking around and I noticed five people standing around in a group. I was flabbergasted by what they were doing.

 They were fishing? I don’t understand if it’s normal to fish on a cruise ship. They just had a massive fishing pole and they were all giddy about something.

They pulled a man out. With the fishing pole. He floundered around like a fish.

Then he just stood up and looked at them.

“Good day.” he said. And then wandered off.

I don’t know what the fuck is going on anymore!

There’s something weird the upper staff do as well. Starting last month, every day at exactly 5:55 PM. They all stop and line up. Then they start shouting.

“All hail the king. All hail the professor. To’Kempus, To’Kempus, To’Kempus. All hail the Rebis.”

Yeah, no idea what the fuck that is. They say it like it’s some military chant. It’s unsettling. I don’t like it.

There’s also the captain of the ship. Oh boy.

He’s just called “The Captain”. No, like seriously. That’s it. That’s what you need to call him, the captain.

Last person who didn’t do that. Well, let’s just say I don’t want to get sucked through the air vents like he was.

He’s a… peculiar figure. He’s hard to stare at. I can’t seem to really remember what he looks like.

There’s something wrong with my family too. They just accept things now. My dad, my mom, my younger sister. They just eat, they talk, they have fun. They live…

They’re part of it.

I tried reasoning with them. Tried to snap them from their trance. But they fight back. They say I’m “ruining the trip”.

Fuck. What else can I even do.

Oh, I guess there’s something off about the food as well. When I go to have dinner. I see a bunch of people standing around tables. But they don’t move, they just stay put.

And I watch them, it perplexes me. Their minds, their faces. In fear… In fear, and lust, and pain. From pain to last, and from last to east. Under the water, from sea to gray. And all for the king.

And from pain, to lust and lust to brain and brain to stone and stone to earth and earth to sky and sky to lust and lust to eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat AND EAT.

Where was I? Oh yeah, the fish tastes a bit weird. Like they put too much thyme.

I should specify that we haven’t stopped for supplies for four months and there doesn’t seem to be any shortages of food or water.

Now, even granting all of that. I wouldn’t be so concerned, but something happened recently. Sure, things are weird and impossible. But you get used to it.

But last week… It’s… it’s too much.

We were just having dinner. A big ballroom, everyone eats, everyone talks. There’s always music playing. All the time. Constantly. And it’s not recent stuff. It’s old, classical, fancy. It’s kind of calming to be honest.

A man started choking on his food. And everyone, well, they ignored him. He was trashing and kicking, basically fighting for his life… I couldn’t, I don’t know why I didn’t help.

He died. And then everyone started dancing.

I’ve never been so uncomfortable and afraid in my life. They were so fucking happy. Like it was the most fun they’ve ever had. The man on the floor died with a huge smile on his face. It was like he was happy to entertain them.

This place is wrong.

I am not a strong person. I’ve talked to emergency services innumerable times. They ask the name of the ship and when I do, they just laugh and tell me to “Enjoy the trip.”. I pleaded with my family but they just say I’m some Debbie downer.

I…I… jumped off the boat yesterday. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I remember dying. I remember hitting metal. Hard. And feeling immense pain.

And today I just woke up back in bed. Like nothing fucking happened.

I can’t escape. I can’t leave. I’m trapped here.

That’s why I’m begging for anyone to track me down and save me, save us. I’ve had enough of this shitshow. I think I’m going to find the captain and demand answers.

If I die then I die. At least I’ll be free. Either way I’m leaving.

Wish me luck.

 

Update:

Sorry for not updating this, I’ve been busy. It’s been five days since I last checked in here. I did it, I confronted the captain. He barely said anything. Barely looked at me. He just looked at me and said I was a “good boy”.

Things are… Wait, the intercom is blaring, there’s an announcement coming.

I…. I can’t believe this. The captain announced we’re staying one more year on this ship before we get to our destination. I don’t understand. Why!? Why is he doing this to us?!

He can’t do this. I can’t be here a year.

I thought I was a good boy! I love this ship! I don’t want to leave!

Hey Chris here, long time lurker, first time… um… participant?

Anyways. I got a weird ass problem. I’m not sure if I can explain it properly. I’m not sure if anyone will believe it. But I can’t confess this issue to people I know. You’ll understand why later.

So, I’m left talking to anonymous people online. My problem is… it’s seriously messed up. And I’m sure most people won’t believe me but… people around me, the people that I know… My friends, my family…

I think they want to eat me.

I know, you think I’m crazy. But I swear. There’s something seriously messed up about the people around me. Hence why I’m writing online, where you can’t see me… and think I’m delicious.

I guess I should start at the beginning. By the way, this isn’t a sex thing.

So ever since I was young. I remember people always telling me I was “cute” looking and “adorable”. My aunts and mom would always pamper me with nicknames and a large amount of physical contact.

Looking back on it now, it feels creepy.

My aunt used to squeeze my cheeks and always say something like.

“You’re so cute! I could gobble you up!”

The amount of playful biting I experienced was… disproportional. I’d often get their teeth marked in my arms or legs. It didn’t hurt, I guess… It was just, stronger than you’d expect.

The main thing we’d play would be “Who can eat Chris”, where they’d chase me around trying to catch me. It was mostly fun and games but sometimes… Sometimes they’d go fast. And pin me down. Their eyes… Sometimes It felt like we weren’t playing.

Every other game we would play, would always involving cooking, food or meat. It was like, fetishistic almost. I wasn’t allowed do anything else.

Let me just preface by saying I don’t think they were cannibals. I’m not even sure if I think that now… But I’m not completely sure anymore.

There’s a memory I have of my mother. Something I never told anyone. I think… I think I repressed it.

I was about five and one day, one of my baby teeth fell out. My mom told me to put it in a jar, so that the tooth fairy can give me some money for it.

I was happy and went to bed. That night I woke up, I had to go to the bathroom. The bathroom is near the kitchen and I was passing I saw my mom next to the open jar next to my tooth. She had it in her hand and…

 

I think I saw my mother eat one of my baby teeth.

I’m not sure if I saw it, or if it was a dream. But the image is so vivid in my head. I never thought anything of it until recently.

Again, I don’t think people in this town actively eat humans. Everyone is pretty normal, they’re just... Well not normal around me.

Another example of this is when I go to the barber. The guy I go to is kind of a freak. But he’s my mom’s friend and they insist I go there. He always touches my hair and strokes it continuously. Like really disgusting, inappropriate stuff.

He has a wife and kid. So, I don’t think he’s a predator or into me. But I still fucking hate him. He seems obsessed with me.

One time I went there. He cut my hair and did his disgusting touching ritual. I paid and I left. Only this time I did something different. I peeked through window. He didn’t notice it, but I stayed behind and watched. I don’t think I wanted to vomit so much in life.

He was on all fours on the floor and was eating my hair.

My hair! It was one of the most disgusting experiences I ever witnessed in my life. He is a freak, in more ways that I can explain. I had an argument with my mom after I told her I wasn’t going to go there anymore.

And it’s not just the adults that do it.

Even when I was a teenager, the first girlfriend I ever had was obsessed over me. Let’s just say I thought she was freaky, kinky even. Now, Chris Penton is not the type of man to kiss and tell. But... hum... The experience was... let’s just say there’s a reason we broke up.

One night, we were… kissing. And she…Well…

She bit my tongue. Like hard.

Like enough to produce blood. It wasn’t fun, it hurt. But then I looked at her. Jesus Christ.

She looked so hungry. Her eyes were glazing with desire. But it wasn’t sexual. I was quite literally a piece of a meat to her. And not in the good way.

That was the last girlfriend I ever had.

And by the way let me just preface this. There is a lot of girls interested in me. I always thought I was popular and liked because I’m pretty or something? I personally think I look decent, but I kinda got an ego seeing how many people always want to be around me.

Now, I don’t think their attraction to me is so innocent.

Fuck, this sucks so much.

I really don’t know what to do anymore. I really should leave.

God, I just remembered one time I scraped my knee. You know, typical kid stuff. It was like the classic knee skin scraped and I… I remember crying.

I remember my mom coming up to me and asking for a kiss. She looked at my bloodied, bruised knee. And well she kissed it. I remember crying harder, because I felt something, like it hurt… but in different way.

She lingered on my knee. I think… I think she was sucking on the wound.

God why did I remember that. So yeah, this kind of stuff just happens, I can even give you more examples. It’s constant in my life.

One time I was having lunch with my friends. And I used to do this thing. Basically, I was biting my nails. (I know disgusting habit). My friends were just looking at me. Drooling. Like I was doing the most delicious thing ever.

I’m scared to think what they’d do with the discarded finger nails. Guess who doesn’t bite his nails anymore? (Hint: me.)

There’s also doctor I usually go to. I have diabetes. I sometimes have to go there to draw blood. It’s not a lot. But every time I go…. What a fucking shit show it is.

The doctor, an old man, probably in his fifties. He almost shakes when he tries to prick me with a needle. Like he can’t control himself.

One time I said goodbye to him and walked away. Except I stood behind. He was looking at the tube with my blood on it. Just staring at it for so long.

It was insane. Then he finally popped the cap off of it. I saw him bring it closer to his face with his mouth opening.

I fucking left before I saw anything else.

I don’t think they’re vampires or cannibals like I said. But there’s something seriously screwed up about the people here.

Does anyone experience anything like this?! Please, I just need to know if there’s someone with my problem what they did to fix it!

There’s a reason I’m typing all of this. I… There was an incident that happened. Something that happened a few months ago. It’s the reason I’m leaving town.

I should explain that we do woodworking in my school. And it’s usually a lot of fun.

So, when this incident happened, we were using the sawblades. You know? Those circular spinning ones. It’s not something we usually do, but it was a special day that day, there’s a dude there and a crew.

 It doesn’t matter, what matters is that we were using a large circular spinning sawblade.

And I, I lost my finger.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a more painful experience in my entire life. The red shot of pure unbridled pain was immense. I was yelling and screaming for help, as five people came to my aid and wrapped a shirt around my hand.

I don’t think that compares to the psychological shock of what I saw however.

My class has like fifteen people on it. Plus, there’s professors, plus there’s other people there. Five people went to help as I said, but the rest of them… They…They…

They were fucking fighting over my finger.

Like physically brawling and pushing each other aside to see who could get my finger. It was fucking insane. I had the smallest faintest idea that maybe they were going to help me and try to get the finger attached in the hospital. But nope, we never saw the finger again.

I don’t even think the other people who helped me, did it out of the kindness of their hearts. There was blood everywhere, and the people helping me… Well… I think I saw them lick their fingers.

So that fucking does it! This town is completely off rails. That event broke me mentally, I had enough.

As I was writing I boarded a bus out of town. I’m going go off for a couple of months, maybe more if things turn out well.

I’m pretty hungry but at least I’m getting out. I can eat when I get there. The people around me seem…. Hum… pretty hungry too, they’re kinda of drooling. What the hell, are they looking at me?!

I… I don’t understand. The bus driver just made an announcement… But it doesn’t make any sense, this wasn’t part of the route. What is he talking about?

The bus driver says we're stopping so we can eat.

Hey, one of the lurkers here. Trying to ask around the internet for some advice over a really bizarre situation I’m facing. Things have gotten… out of control. Yesterday was another long night of nonstop arguing from my parents. I’m not exactly a kid, but I still live with them.

I know some of you probably have to deal with situations like this too. It sucks I know. But… my case is different. There’s something wrong with my mom. Every night, she argues with my dad, but the topic… is me.

My mom is convinced that I’m dead.

Like, not emotionally dead. Not “I did something wrong so you’re dead to me” dead. Physically dead. It’s… she’s not well. My father has started setting appointments with mental health professionals. Well, he was.

I guess I’ll explain later. Maybe someone can help me out. I’m desperate. God… I guess I’ll start at the beginning.

So, I’m just an ordinary guy. Nothing much to say about me. Like I said, there was nothing I did wrong. It was just another average day. I was just talking to my mom; we were having breakfast. Out of the blue, she just turned to me and said.

“It’s a shame what happened to you. You were so young. It’s a shame that car hit you and you lost your life.”

Excuse me?

I think I drooled some milk and cereal out of my mouth. I was pretty shocked.

You see my mom is …well, she’s a proper lady. Old school. She always kind, always warm, she barely yells ,and she never cusses. But she also doesn’t tell jokes, especially dark ones like that.

So, when she said that I was completely floored. It was one of the most out-of-character things I’ve ever heard her say. I basically just ignored it as a weird joke and went on with my day. When I got home, she was arguing with my dad. About well… you know what.

The first couple of days were really weird. We couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not. She would say I’m dead and my dad would just point at me and say something along the lines of “That’s not funny”. After a bit, she'd stop, then continue again the next day.

Things have…escalated.

She started arguing, like a lot. Coming up with comments that are largely nonsensical. I’ve heard stories of how I’ve been burned to death, drowned, electrocuted, hit by car, shot and dropped in acid apparently. I’ve given up on trying to convince her… Me moving around and talking to her doesn’t seem to faze her. She still persists.

My day-to-day has become beyond bizarre. She asks me constantly what the afterlife is like. I tell her that nothing much has changed.

What the hell else am I supposed to answer?! I’m not dead, I’m right in front of her. Doing the same thing as ever. I just largely ignore her at this point.

I know what you’re thinking. Well, your mom has gone insane. Yes, I know. I thought so too. But then something happened.

One day, my grandma came to visit. I love my nan. She was just in the living room, minding her own business. Eyes closed, hands clutched together.

I passed her not sure if she was asleep. She opened her eyes and I said hi to her. She just smiled and said she was praying. (She’s quite religious.)

She said she was praying for me. Cool, I guess. But then she turned to me and explained why.

“I’m praying for you, so that your soul can rest in peace.”

What?

I think I froze in place for like a minute. I don’t know how. I don’t understand it. But my mom convinced my grandma that I’m dead. I... I couldn’t believe it. There was a tiny chance my mom was joking, but my grandma? It… it wasn’t possible.

I should explain something. My mom kind of “rules” the family. She’s kind, she’s sweet, she’s very convincing. She doesn’t get the last say all the time, but when she wants something people usually just… go along with it.

I have no fucking clue how she managed to convince my grandmother. But it’s clear that something is going on, I just don’t understand what.

This situation, like I said, escalated.

The other day I was taking a nap in my bed. I suddenly smelled smoke? It was so alarming that I jerked myself out of bed. The burnt smell was coming from me. My mom had taken a lighter to my clothes and tried to set me on fire.

“Maybe you’ll pass on if you get cremated” she said.

What the fuck. She was smiling as she said that.

This was the first instance of her trying to actually harm me. I keep my distance from her nowadays.

After that incident I went to my dad. This was going too far, she needed help. Maybe my grandma was going senile? But my mom needed help.

I talked to my dad, he just looked around awkwardly. I couldn’t believe it…

She managed to convince my dad.

Like he’s starting to accept the idea that I’m actually dead. I don’t know what the fuck is even going on anymore.

This family is breaking apart. Or it’s uniting I suppose, on the most bizarre and twisted idea I’ve ever heard of. Life isn’t normal anymore.

We went to the beach the other week. It was the last time I tried to do anything normal with my family. I fell asleep laying in my towel. When I woke up, I saw my mom above me, smiling.

She had buried half of my body in the sand. I could barely move.

I screamed and jolted away. The sand felt coarse against my skin, and heavy to move out of. But it was right before it felt like solid stone, that I squirmed free and got some distance from her.

I think she was trying to bury me alive.

I fucking yelled so much at her. The whole beach was looking at us. Yelled about this sick joke. About this fucking idea she has that I’m dead. I had enough of it. I don’t think I’ve ever been so angry in my life before. She just looked at me, silently, a small smile on her face.

“The dead shouldn’t yell.”

Fucking hell. What have I gotten myself into.

But it doesn’t even stop there. It’s getting worse.

She managed to convince people at my school. My friends, my teachers. No one pays attention to me anymore. When I raise my hand to ask a question the teacher ignores me. One time she said:

“The dead can’t ask questions”

It’s unreal. My friends pretend I’m not there. My family doesn’t cook food for me anymore. I’m a stranger in my own home, a ghost wandering.

The other day I saw her on her phone. She called me over.

“Look at this Chris.”

I went to check. I’m very apprehensive about her nowadays. Our relationship is basically non-existent. And it is going to stay that way until she gets medical help.

It was coffins. She was looking at fucking coffins.

“You’ll look nice in this one.”

I can’t really express it. The feeling of a loved one casually talking about your death. Of intending it. It’s not… It’s not right. And everyone is starting to take her side.

This ordeal is taking too much of a mental toll on me. I’m getting ready to leave town and go somewhere, anywhere. I need to get out.

I’m writing this to ask if anyone has encountered anything similar. I know mentally unwell people exist, but to manage to convince basically my entire family and everyone around me?!

Is this some kind of mass psychosis? If anyone has experienced this, please let me know, I’m packing my bags to leave. I need a break, I need to get out first, I’ll fix this shitshow later.

I can’t deal with my mom browsing what embalming fluids to use on me. I have to leave before I do something drastic. Something I’ll regret.

I'm not

-Wait update, I was home alone but my parents just got home. They came in a... van? I don’t really understand it, we don’t own a van.

What the fuck, what’s going on? There’s like ten people with them. I… I don’t... What the hell is going on? What the hell is this?!

They’re all carrying shovels!?

Hey, one of the lurkers here. Trying to ask around the internet for some advice over a really bizarre situation I’m facing. Things have gotten… out of control. Yesterday was another long night of nonstop arguing from my parents. I’m not exactly a kid, but I still live with them.

I know some of you probably have to deal with situations like this too. It sucks I know. But… my case is different. There’s something wrong with my mom. Every night, she argues with my dad, but the topic… is me.

My mom is convinced that I’m dead.

Like, not emotionally dead. Not “I did something wrong so you’re dead to me” dead. Physically dead. It’s… she’s not well. My father has started setting appointments with mental health professionals. Well, he was.

I guess I’ll explain later. Maybe someone can help me out. I’m desperate. God… I guess I’ll start at the beginning.

So, I’m just an ordinary guy. Nothing much to say about me. Like I said, there was nothing I did wrong. It was just another average day. I was just talking to my mom; we were having breakfast. Out of the blue, she just turned to me and said.

“It’s a shame what happened to you. You were so young. It’s a shame that car hit you and you lost your life.”

Excuse me?

I think I drooled some milk and cereal out of my mouth. I was pretty shocked.

You see my mom is …well, she’s a proper lady. Old school. She always kind, always warm, she barely yells ,and she never cusses. But she also doesn’t tell jokes, especially dark ones like that.

So, when she said that I was completely floored. It was one of the most out-of-character things I’ve ever heard her say. I basically just ignored it as a weird joke and went on with my day. When I got home, she was arguing with my dad. About well… you know what.

The first couple of days were really weird. We couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not. She would say I’m dead and my dad would just point at me and say something along the lines of “That’s not funny”. After a bit, she'd stop, then continue again the next day.

Things have…escalated.

She started arguing, like a lot. Coming up with comments that are largely nonsensical. I’ve heard stories of how I’ve been burned to death, drowned, electrocuted, hit by car, shot and dropped in acid apparently. I’ve given up on trying to convince her… Me moving around and talking to her doesn’t seem to faze her. She still persists.

My day-to-day has become beyond bizarre. She asks me constantly what the afterlife is like. I tell her that nothing much has changed.

What the hell else am I supposed to answer?! I’m not dead, I’m right in front of her. Doing the same thing as ever. I just largely ignore her at this point.

I know what you’re thinking. Well, your mom has gone insane. Yes, I know. I thought so too. But then something happened.

One day, my grandma came to visit. I love my nan. She was just in the living room, minding her own business. Eyes closed, hands clutched together.

I passed her not sure if she was asleep. She opened her eyes and I said hi to her. She just smiled and said she was praying. (She’s quite religious.)

She said she was praying for me. Cool, I guess. But then she turned to me and explained why.

“I’m praying for you, so that your soul can rest in peace.”

What?

I think I froze in place for like a minute. I don’t know how. I don’t understand it. But my mom convinced my grandma that I’m dead. I... I couldn’t believe it. There was a tiny chance my mom was joking, but my grandma? It… it wasn’t possible.

I should explain something. My mom kind of “rules” the family. She’s kind, she’s sweet, she’s very convincing. She doesn’t get the last say all the time, but when she wants something people usually just… go along with it.

I have no fucking clue how she managed to convince my grandmother. But it’s clear that something is going on, I just don’t understand what.

This situation, like I said, escalated.

The other day I was taking a nap in my bed. I suddenly smelled smoke? It was so alarming that I jerked myself out of bed. The burnt smell was coming from me. My mom had taken a lighter to my clothes and tried to set me on fire.

“Maybe you’ll pass on if you get cremated” she said.

What the fuck. She was smiling as she said that.

This was the first instance of her trying to actually harm me. I keep my distance from her nowadays.

After that incident I went to my dad. This was going too far, she needed help. Maybe my grandma was going senile? But my mom needed help.

I talked to my dad, he just looked around awkwardly. I couldn’t believe it…

She managed to convince my dad.

Like he’s starting to accept the idea that I’m actually dead. I don’t know what the fuck is even going on anymore.

This family is breaking apart. Or it’s uniting I suppose, on the most bizarre and twisted idea I’ve ever heard of. Life isn’t normal anymore.

We went to the beach the other week. It was the last time I tried to do anything normal with my family. I fell asleep laying in my towel. When I woke up, I saw my mom above me, smiling.

She had buried half of my body in the sand. I could barely move.

I screamed and jolted away. The sand felt coarse against my skin, and heavy to move out of. But it was right before it felt like solid stone, that I squirmed free and got some distance from her.

I think she was trying to bury me alive.

I fucking yelled so much at her. The whole beach was looking at us. Yelled about this sick joke. About this fucking idea she has that I’m dead. I had enough of it. I don’t think I’ve ever been so angry in my life before. She just looked at me, silently, a small smile on her face.

“The dead shouldn’t yell.”

Fucking hell. What have I gotten myself into.

But it doesn’t even stop there. It’s getting worse.

She managed to convince people at my school. My friends, my teachers. No one pays attention to me anymore. When I raise my hand to ask a question the teacher ignores me. One time she said:

“The dead can’t ask questions”

It’s unreal. My friends pretend I’m not there. My family doesn’t cook food for me anymore. I’m a stranger in my own home, a ghost wandering.

The other day I saw her on her phone. She called me over.

“Look at this Chris.”

I went to check. I’m very apprehensive about her nowadays. Our relationship is basically non-existent. And it is going to stay that way until she gets medical help.

It was coffins. She was looking at fucking coffins.

“You’ll look nice in this one.”

I can’t really express it. The feeling of a loved one casually talking about your death. Of intending it. It’s not… It’s not right. And everyone is starting to take her side.

This ordeal is taking too much of a mental toll on me. I’m getting ready to leave town and go somewhere, anywhere. I need to get out.

I’m writing this to ask if anyone has encountered anything similar. I know mentally unwell people exist, but to manage to convince basically my entire family and everyone around me?!

Is this some kind of mass psychosis? If anyone has experienced this, please let me know, I’m packing my bags to leave. I need a break, I need to get out first, I’ll fix this shitshow later.

I can’t deal with my mom browsing what embalming fluids to use on me. I have to leave before I do something drastic. Something I’ll regret.

I'm not

-Wait update, I was home alone but my parents just got home. They came in a... van? I don’t really understand it, we don’t own a van.

What the fuck, what’s going on? There’s like ten people with them. I… I don’t... What the hell is going on? What the hell is this?!

They’re all carrying shovels!?

Hey, one of the lurkers here. Trying to ask around the internet for some advice over a really bizarre situation I’m facing. Things have gotten… out of control. Yesterday was another long night of nonstop arguing from my parents. I’m not exactly a kid, but I still live with them.

I know some of you probably have to deal with situations like this too. It sucks I know. But… my case is different. There’s something wrong with my mom. Every night, she argues with my dad, but the topic… is me.

My mom is convinced that I’m dead.

Like, not emotionally dead. Not “I did something wrong so you’re dead to me” dead. Physically dead. It’s… she’s not well. My father has started setting appointments with mental health professionals. Well, he was.

I guess I’ll explain later. Maybe someone can help me out. I’m desperate. God… I guess I’ll start at the beginning.

So, I’m just an ordinary guy. Nothing much to say about me. Like I said, there was nothing I did wrong. It was just another average day. I was just talking to my mom; we were having breakfast. Out of the blue, she just turned to me and said.

“It’s a shame what happened to you. You were so young. It’s a shame that car hit you and you lost your life.”

Excuse me?

I think I drooled some milk and cereal out of my mouth. I was pretty shocked.

You see my mom is …well, she’s a proper lady. Old school. She always kind, always warm, she barely yells ,and she never cusses. But she also doesn’t tell jokes, especially dark ones like that.

So, when she said that I was completely floored. It was one of the most out-of-character things I’ve ever heard her say. I basically just ignored it as a weird joke and went on with my day. When I got home, she was arguing with my dad. About well… you know what.

The first couple of days were really weird. We couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not. She would say I’m dead and my dad would just point at me and say something along the lines of “That’s not funny”. After a bit, she'd stop, then continue again the next day.

Things have…escalated.

She started arguing, like a lot. Coming up with comments that are largely nonsensical. I’ve heard stories of how I’ve been burned to death, drowned, electrocuted, hit by car, shot and dropped in acid apparently. I’ve given up on trying to convince her… Me moving around and talking to her doesn’t seem to faze her. She still persists.

My day-to-day has become beyond bizarre. She asks me constantly what the afterlife is like. I tell her that nothing much has changed.

What the hell else am I supposed to answer?! I’m not dead, I’m right in front of her. Doing the same thing as ever. I just largely ignore her at this point.

I know what you’re thinking. Well, your mom has gone insane. Yes, I know. I thought so too. But then something happened.

One day, my grandma came to visit. I love my nan. She was just in the living room, minding her own business. Eyes closed, hands clutched together.

I passed her not sure if she was asleep. She opened her eyes and I said hi to her. She just smiled and said she was praying. (She’s quite religious.)

She said she was praying for me. Cool, I guess. But then she turned to me and explained why.

“I’m praying for you, so that your soul can rest in peace.”

What?

I think I froze in place for like a minute. I don’t know how. I don’t understand it. But my mom convinced my grandma that I’m dead. I... I couldn’t believe it. There was a tiny chance my mom was joking, but my grandma? It… it wasn’t possible.

I should explain something. My mom kind of “rules” the family. She’s kind, she’s sweet, she’s very convincing. She doesn’t get the last say all the time, but when she wants something people usually just… go along with it.

I have no fucking clue how she managed to convince my grandmother. But it’s clear that something is going on, I just don’t understand what.

This situation, like I said, escalated.

The other day I was taking a nap in my bed. I suddenly smelled smoke? It was so alarming that I jerked myself out of bed. The burnt smell was coming from me. My mom had taken a lighter to my clothes and tried to set me on fire.

“Maybe you’ll pass on if you get cremated” she said.

What the fuck. She was smiling as she said that.

This was the first instance of her trying to actually harm me. I keep my distance from her nowadays.

After that incident I went to my dad. This was going too far, she needed help. Maybe my grandma was going senile? But my mom needed help.

I talked to my dad, he just looked around awkwardly. I couldn’t believe it…

She managed to convince my dad.

Like he’s starting to accept the idea that I’m actually dead. I don’t know what the fuck is even going on anymore.

This family is breaking apart. Or it’s uniting I suppose, on the most bizarre and twisted idea I’ve ever heard of. Life isn’t normal anymore.

We went to the beach the other week. It was the last time I tried to do anything normal with my family. I fell asleep laying in my towel. When I woke up, I saw my mom above me, smiling.

She had buried half of my body in the sand. I could barely move.

I screamed and jolted away. The sand felt coarse against my skin, and heavy to move out of. But it was right before it felt like solid stone, that I squirmed free and got some distance from her.

I think she was trying to bury me alive.

I fucking yelled so much at her. The whole beach was looking at us. Yelled about this sick joke. About this fucking idea she has that I’m dead. I had enough of it. I don’t think I’ve ever been so angry in my life before. She just looked at me, silently, a small smile on her face.

“The dead shouldn’t yell.”

Fucking hell. What have I gotten myself into.

But it doesn’t even stop there. It’s getting worse.

She managed to convince people at my school. My friends, my teachers. No one pays attention to me anymore. When I raise my hand to ask a question the teacher ignores me. One time she said:

“The dead can’t ask questions”

It’s unreal. My friends pretend I’m not there. My family doesn’t cook food for me anymore. I’m a stranger in my own home, a ghost wandering.

The other day I saw her on her phone. She called me over.

“Look at this Chris.”

I went to check. I’m very apprehensive about her nowadays. Our relationship is basically non-existent. And it is going to stay that way until she gets medical help.

It was coffins. She was looking at fucking coffins.

“You’ll look nice in this one.”

I can’t really express it. The feeling of a loved one casually talking about your death. Of intending it. It’s not… It’s not right. And everyone is starting to take her side.

This ordeal is taking too much of a mental toll on me. I’m getting ready to leave town and go somewhere, anywhere. I need to get out.

I’m writing this to ask if anyone has encountered anything similar. I know mentally unwell people exist, but to manage to convince basically my entire family and everyone around me?!

Is this some kind of mass psychosis? If anyone has experienced this, please let me know, I’m packing my bags to leave. I need a break, I need to get out first, I’ll fix this shitshow later.

I can’t deal with my mom browsing what embalming fluids to use on me. I have to leave before I do something drastic. Something I’ll regret.

I'm not

-Wait update, I was home alone but my parents just got home. They came in a... van? I don’t really understand it, we don’t own a van.

What the fuck, what’s going on? There’s like ten people with them. I… I don’t... What the hell is going on? What the hell is this?!

They’re all carrying shovels!?

Hey, one of the lurkers here. Trying to ask around the internet for some advice over a really bizarre situation I’m facing. Things have gotten… out of control. Yesterday was another long night of nonstop arguing from my parents. I’m not exactly a kid, but I still live with them.

I know some of you probably have to deal with situations like this too. It sucks I know. But… my case is different. There’s something wrong with my mom. Every night, she argues with my dad, but the topic… is me.

My mom is convinced that I’m dead.

Like, not emotionally dead. Not “I did something wrong so you’re dead to me” dead. Physically dead. It’s… she’s not well. My father has started setting appointments with mental health professionals. Well, he was.

I guess I’ll explain later. Maybe someone can help me out. I’m desperate. God… I guess I’ll start at the beginning.

So, I’m just an ordinary guy. Nothing much to say about me. Like I said, there was nothing I did wrong. It was just another average day. I was just talking to my mom; we were having breakfast. Out of the blue, she just turned to me and said.

“It’s a shame what happened to you. You were so young. It’s a shame that car hit you and you lost your life.”

Excuse me?

I think I drooled some milk and cereal out of my mouth. I was pretty shocked.

You see my mom is …well, she’s a proper lady. Old school. She always kind, always warm, she barely yells ,and she never cusses. But she also doesn’t tell jokes, especially dark ones like that.

So, when she said that I was completely floored. It was one of the most out-of-character things I’ve ever heard her say. I basically just ignored it as a weird joke and went on with my day. When I got home, she was arguing with my dad. About well… you know what.

The first couple of days were really weird. We couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not. She would say I’m dead and my dad would just point at me and say something along the lines of “That’s not funny”. After a bit, she'd stop, then continue again the next day.

Things have…escalated.

She started arguing, like a lot. Coming up with comments that are largely nonsensical. I’ve heard stories of how I’ve been burned to death, drowned, electrocuted, hit by car, shot and dropped in acid apparently. I’ve given up on trying to convince her… Me moving around and talking to her doesn’t seem to faze her. She still persists.

My day-to-day has become beyond bizarre. She asks me constantly what the afterlife is like. I tell her that nothing much has changed.

What the hell else am I supposed to answer?! I’m not dead, I’m right in front of her. Doing the same thing as ever. I just largely ignore her at this point.

I know what you’re thinking. Well, your mom has gone insane. Yes, I know. I thought so too. But then something happened.

One day, my grandma came to visit. I love my nan. She was just in the living room, minding her own business. Eyes closed, hands clutched together.

I passed her not sure if she was asleep. She opened her eyes and I said hi to her. She just smiled and said she was praying. (She’s quite religious.)

She said she was praying for me. Cool, I guess. But then she turned to me and explained why.

“I’m praying for you, so that your soul can rest in peace.”

What?

I think I froze in place for like a minute. I don’t know how. I don’t understand it. But my mom convinced my grandma that I’m dead. I... I couldn’t believe it. There was a tiny chance my mom was joking, but my grandma? It… it wasn’t possible.

I should explain something. My mom kind of “rules” the family. She’s kind, she’s sweet, she’s very convincing. She doesn’t get the last say all the time, but when she wants something people usually just… go along with it.

I have no fucking clue how she managed to convince my grandmother. But it’s clear that something is going on, I just don’t understand what.

This situation, like I said, escalated.

The other day I was taking a nap in my bed. I suddenly smelled smoke? It was so alarming that I jerked myself out of bed. The burnt smell was coming from me. My mom had taken a lighter to my clothes and tried to set me on fire.

“Maybe you’ll pass on if you get cremated” she said.

What the fuck. She was smiling as she said that.

This was the first instance of her trying to actually harm me. I keep my distance from her nowadays.

After that incident I went to my dad. This was going too far, she needed help. Maybe my grandma was going senile? But my mom needed help.

I talked to my dad, he just looked around awkwardly. I couldn’t believe it…

She managed to convince my dad.

Like he’s starting to accept the idea that I’m actually dead. I don’t know what the fuck is even going on anymore.

This family is breaking apart. Or it’s uniting I suppose, on the most bizarre and twisted idea I’ve ever heard of. Life isn’t normal anymore.

We went to the beach the other week. It was the last time I tried to do anything normal with my family. I fell asleep laying in my towel. When I woke up, I saw my mom above me, smiling.

She had buried half of my body in the sand. I could barely move.

I screamed and jolted away. The sand felt coarse against my skin, and heavy to move out of. But it was right before it felt like solid stone, that I squirmed free and got some distance from her.

I think she was trying to bury me alive.

I fucking yelled so much at her. The whole beach was looking at us. Yelled about this sick joke. About this fucking idea she has that I’m dead. I had enough of it. I don’t think I’ve ever been so angry in my life before. She just looked at me, silently, a small smile on her face.

“The dead shouldn’t yell.”

Fucking hell. What have I gotten myself into.

But it doesn’t even stop there. It’s getting worse.

She managed to convince people at my school. My friends, my teachers. No one pays attention to me anymore. When I raise my hand to ask a question the teacher ignores me. One time she said:

“The dead can’t ask questions”

It’s unreal. My friends pretend I’m not there. My family doesn’t cook food for me anymore. I’m a stranger in my own home, a ghost wandering.

The other day I saw her on her phone. She called me over.

“Look at this Chris.”

I went to check. I’m very apprehensive about her nowadays. Our relationship is basically non-existent. And it is going to stay that way until she gets medical help.

It was coffins. She was looking at fucking coffins.

“You’ll look nice in this one.”

I can’t really express it. The feeling of a loved one casually talking about your death. Of intending it. It’s not… It’s not right. And everyone is starting to take her side.

This ordeal is taking too much of a mental toll on me. I’m getting ready to leave town and go somewhere, anywhere. I need to get out.

I’m writing this to ask if anyone has encountered anything similar. I know mentally unwell people exist, but to manage to convince basically my entire family and everyone around me?!

Is this some kind of mass psychosis? If anyone has experienced this, please let me know, I’m packing my bags to leave. I need a break, I need to get out first, I’ll fix this shitshow later.

I can’t deal with my mom browsing what embalming fluids to use on me. I have to leave before I do something drastic. Something I’ll regret.

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-Wait update, I was home alone but my parents just got home. They came in a... van? I don’t really understand it, we don’t own a van.

What the fuck, what’s going on? There’s like ten people with them. I… I don’t... What the hell is going on? What the hell is this?!

They’re all carrying shovels!?

Hey, one of the lurkers here. Trying to ask around the internet for some advice over a really bizarre situation I’m facing. Things have gotten… out of control. Yesterday was another long night of nonstop arguing from my parents. I’m not exactly a kid, but I still live with them.

I know some of you probably have to deal with situations like this too. It sucks I know. But… my case is different. There’s something wrong with my mom. Every night, she argues with my dad, but the topic… is me.

My mom is convinced that I’m dead.

Like, not emotionally dead. Not “I did something wrong so you’re dead to me” dead. Physically dead. It’s… she’s not well. My father has started setting appointments with mental health professionals. Well, he was.

I guess I’ll explain later. Maybe someone can help me out. I’m desperate. God… I guess I’ll start at the beginning.

So, I’m just an ordinary guy. Nothing much to say about me. Like I said, there was nothing I did wrong. It was just another average day. I was just talking to my mom; we were having breakfast. Out of the blue, she just turned to me and said.

“It’s a shame what happened to you. You were so young. It’s a shame that car hit you and you lost your life.”

Excuse me?

I think I drooled some milk and cereal out of my mouth. I was pretty shocked.

You see my mom is …well, she’s a proper lady. Old school. She always kind, always warm, she barely yells ,and she never cusses. But she also doesn’t tell jokes, especially dark ones like that.

So, when she said that I was completely floored. It was one of the most out-of-character things I’ve ever heard her say. I basically just ignored it as a weird joke and went on with my day. When I got home, she was arguing with my dad. About well… you know what.

The first couple of days were really weird. We couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not. She would say I’m dead and my dad would just point at me and say something along the lines of “That’s not funny”. After a bit, she'd stop, then continue again the next day.

Things have…escalated.

She started arguing, like a lot. Coming up with comments that are largely nonsensical. I’ve heard stories of how I’ve been burned to death, drowned, electrocuted, hit by car, shot and dropped in acid apparently. I’ve given up on trying to convince her… Me moving around and talking to her doesn’t seem to faze her. She still persists.

My day-to-day has become beyond bizarre. She asks me constantly what the afterlife is like. I tell her that nothing much has changed.

What the hell else am I supposed to answer?! I’m not dead, I’m right in front of her. Doing the same thing as ever. I just largely ignore her at this point.

I know what you’re thinking. Well, your mom has gone insane. Yes, I know. I thought so too. But then something happened.

One day, my grandma came to visit. I love my nan. She was just in the living room, minding her own business. Eyes closed, hands clutched together.

I passed her not sure if she was asleep. She opened her eyes and I said hi to her. She just smiled and said she was praying. (She’s quite religious.)

She said she was praying for me. Cool, I guess. But then she turned to me and explained why.

“I’m praying for you, so that your soul can rest in peace.”

What?

I think I froze in place for like a minute. I don’t know how. I don’t understand it. But my mom convinced my grandma that I’m dead. I... I couldn’t believe it. There was a tiny chance my mom was joking, but my grandma? It… it wasn’t possible.

I should explain something. My mom kind of “rules” the family. She’s kind, she’s sweet, she’s very convincing. She doesn’t get the last say all the time, but when she wants something people usually just… go along with it.

I have no fucking clue how she managed to convince my grandmother. But it’s clear that something is going on, I just don’t understand what.

This situation, like I said, escalated.

The other day I was taking a nap in my bed. I suddenly smelled smoke? It was so alarming that I jerked myself out of bed. The burnt smell was coming from me. My mom had taken a lighter to my clothes and tried to set me on fire.

“Maybe you’ll pass on if you get cremated” she said.

What the fuck. She was smiling as she said that.

This was the first instance of her trying to actually harm me. I keep my distance from her nowadays.

After that incident I went to my dad. This was going too far, she needed help. Maybe my grandma was going senile? But my mom needed help.

I talked to my dad, he just looked around awkwardly. I couldn’t believe it…

She managed to convince my dad.

Like he’s starting to accept the idea that I’m actually dead. I don’t know what the fuck is even going on anymore.

This family is breaking apart. Or it’s uniting I suppose, on the most bizarre and twisted idea I’ve ever heard of. Life isn’t normal anymore.

We went to the beach the other week. It was the last time I tried to do anything normal with my family. I fell asleep laying in my towel. When I woke up, I saw my mom above me, smiling.

She had buried half of my body in the sand. I could barely move.

I screamed and jolted away. The sand felt coarse against my skin, and heavy to move out of. But it was right before it felt like solid stone, that I squirmed free and got some distance from her.

I think she was trying to bury me alive.

I fucking yelled so much at her. The whole beach was looking at us. Yelled about this sick joke. About this fucking idea she has that I’m dead. I had enough of it. I don’t think I’ve ever been so angry in my life before. She just looked at me, silently, a small smile on her face.

“The dead shouldn’t yell.”

Fucking hell. What have I gotten myself into.

But it doesn’t even stop there. It’s getting worse.

She managed to convince people at my school. My friends, my teachers. No one pays attention to me anymore. When I raise my hand to ask a question the teacher ignores me. One time she said:

“The dead can’t ask questions”

It’s unreal. My friends pretend I’m not there. My family doesn’t cook food for me anymore. I’m a stranger in my own home, a ghost wandering.

The other day I saw her on her phone. She called me over.

“Look at this Chris.”

I went to check. I’m very apprehensive about her nowadays. Our relationship is basically non-existent. And it is going to stay that way until she gets medical help.

It was coffins. She was looking at fucking coffins.

“You’ll look nice in this one.”

I can’t really express it. The feeling of a loved one casually talking about your death. Of intending it. It’s not… It’s not right. And everyone is starting to take her side.

This ordeal is taking too much of a mental toll on me. I’m getting ready to leave town and go somewhere, anywhere. I need to get out.

I’m writing this to ask if anyone has encountered anything similar. I know mentally unwell people exist, but to manage to convince basically my entire family and everyone around me?!

Is this some kind of mass psychosis? If anyone has experienced this, please let me know, I’m packing my bags to leave. I need a break, I need to get out first, I’ll fix this shitshow later.

I can’t deal with my mom browsing what embalming fluids to use on me. I have to leave before I do something drastic. Something I’ll regret.

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-Wait update, I was home alone but my parents just got home. They came in a... van? I don’t really understand it, we don’t own a van.

What the fuck, what’s going on? There’s like ten people with them. I… I don’t... What the hell is going on? What the hell is this?!

They’re all carrying shovels!?

Hey Chris here. Trying to find the courage to bite the bullet on an issue I have. Thought maybe someone here can help.

I’m fucked.

Please someone call me a coward, or alternatively find some miraculous solution for my problem. I need help, any kind of help.

I’ve never asked this online but does anyone have some space in your town you’re not allowed in? Ours is a forest, you're not allowed to go past a certain point. I can’t really explain it properly but basically if you go inside, you come out…different. And that’s my problem.

I think my sister went in.

I’m not sure. It’s only been a day. But I haven’t seen her. And she’s young. Well, youngish. Fifteen. And I have a gut feeling she’s in the forest.

But the thing is, if I go in, I’m screwed.

Weird shit happens when you go inside. And if I’m wrong, I’m just throwing myself into the lion's mouth for no reason**. I can't exactly ask people to help me look for her, either.** She’s just a normal girl!

 Brown hair and green eyes. Hates the color orange and always wears blue. I mean what else can I even say?

Does anyone have anything like that in your town? Maybe if I explain it, you’ll see any resemblances.

So, the first time I experienced the forest was when one of my friends went inside as a dare. We never saw him again. Five days later I saw his mom crying outside his house. She was holding on to something, I didn’t understand what it was.

My parents told me the next day. There was a pair of shoes that belonged to him in front of his house.

That was all that was left of him. The shoes were immaculate, but for some reason someone or something placed them there.

There was something weird about them though… The shoes were all burnt up, like from inside. Like a fire had been lit inside them. I never saw him again. He was my best friend.

So yeah, it’s not the best place to live.

There was also a kid at my school who had a dog that ran everywhere. One day the dog ran into the forest and the kid went in after him.

We didn’t see him for like ten hours. When he finally came back, he was in his underwear. Trying to walk on all fours and asking for help.

“Help me! Help me go faster!” he said.

The problem is that he wasn’t alone. Soon after a man came out of the forest. Like a fully grown man.

I’ve never seen that man before. He was… completely naked. He just stared at us for a few moments.

He barked at us and then went back to the forest. We never saw the dog again.

 

There were some teenagers that went in once. Really stupid kids and I mean stupid. Like “I’m going to fuck with the teachers and beat kids up” stupid. The “leaders” of that group were two brothers, twins.

I like to call them fuckhead one and fuckhead two. But I kind of feel bad for them now that I’m older.

As you’d expect one day they went in the forest and called everyone a “pussy” that was scared of some old ghost story. When they came out, they seemed perfectly fine.

All their friends started saying they were absolute badasses and their little shithead group was probably going to start being more and more extreme.

But those two… Man I feel bad for them. There’s nothing wrong with them. But when they came out, they were really distressed.

They kept saying they were inverted. Like mixed up.

Someone told me that the twins kept saying over the next days, that they switched places. Like their brains were flipped. Twin A said he was twin B and twin B said he was twin A.

Most people kind of… ignored it? Like, you look the same. Why do you care? I don’t think they felt the same, they had massive cognitive dissonance for years.

I guess it’s different for twins, they can tell each other apart… One of them killed himself some years ago because of that. That’s why I feel bad. I guess it was bad.

 

There’re also these things... Called “opposite people”. Those are… dangerous. I’m not sure if I’ll explain it properly. They’re very… hard to spot.

Only one of these events happened in my lifetime. A man got lost in the woods, when he came back, he was mostly naked, only wearing black socks.

He looked fine, and was mostly unharmed. They gave him clothes and he went back home. To his family. A family of five…. Fuck.

He killed all of them.

He just took an axe that night and well... yeah.

Our mayor explained it afterward. “Opposite people”. The only way to tell them apart from normal people is by their clothes, if they’re wearing the opposite color clothes, then it’s a fake.

When that dad went inside the forest, he had white socks. When he came out, they were black. That’s how you know it wasn’t him.

It sucks. But that was the only way to tell. That poor family they never had a chance. But now you know. It’s not hard to remember, if something they had was white and now it’s black.

Run.

And vice-versa I guess.

I even checked it for me. What my opposite color was. I like wearing green. So, if you ever see me wearing red, then that’s not me.

It’s only happened like twice, so they’re rare. And usually, the least of your worries.

They shot the “opposite dad” in the head afterwards.

God this place is such a fucking nightmare. You get used to the insanity. You might be wondering if I’ve gone near the forest. Oh yeah, of course I did. Every kid does it.

Mine was more innocent. I just went there with my friend once and we just threw rocks over the line. Like as hard as we could.

Nothing happened. Except, after a bit, someone started throwing back teeth.

Don’t ask us who. We just ran.

What else is there? I mean I don’t know. One day a horse got loose and went inside for a few moments, when he came out, he was running backwards. Like full on sprinting. My brain could barely process how his legs worked.

Oh! The rat king. That was a fun one. Okay maybe it’s a bit cruel but one time, some old friends of mine found two rats and decided to throw them over the line to see what happens.

I mean it’s cruel when I think about it. But it kinda went as expected. They threw the rats, poorly I might add. And they fell on the ground and quickly started running away.

There really is something messed up about the forest, even animals know not to go inside it too long. Anyways the rats instantly started running away back to us. Zig-zagging randomly while squealing. It was fine until they crossed the line back, but then something weird happened.

One of the rats kinda of lined up with the other one. Like, right behind him. They were still going full speed but one was like… perfectly behind him matching his exact speed and his movement.

Like a shadow.

It was insane. Seeing a rat sprint and do curves with another perfectly following his every movement is not something you can even understand. It looks fake.

Me and my friends called it the Rat king. The one that led of course. That poor animal. It probably died; I doubt it ever ate again. Probably just stuck following the other one.

I’m sorry for being macabre. The unusual is our town’s ordinary. We get used to this kind of thing.

I think I only know of one more person affected by the forest. Our mayor.

The mayor is an odd character. You might be thinking, “Ah the mayor is an evil wizard or an old God, and he’s responsible for what’s happening!”

Nope. Our mayor is… well. He’s a statue.

Like made of wood. He used to be a man. One day he was part of the help and rescue search for someone who got lost in the forest.  He went in there and actually found the missing person.

That’s extremely rare by the way. Like maybe 5% of people who go in, get out.

When they came back however, there were like three men holding up a statue of the mayor made out of wood. People were so happy about getting the missing person back they didn’t even notice it.

When someone asked about it, one of the men simply responded.

“This? This is our mayor.”

Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Someone else was...well… changed by that little adventure. You see the mayor’s wife went with them. (She’s scarier than the mayor).

When she got out, she seemed fine. But long story short, she’s actually the mayor now. Our old mayor sits in the middle of the town’s square. I guess he’s still watching out for us in his own way.

Our new mayor like I said seems fine. There’s only one weird thing about her.

When she sings, she has the voice of her husband.

And I probably shouldn’t say this, I hope no one reading this is from my town. But yeah, one time, I saw her hiding between two empty streets and crying.

She doesn’t cry like a person though; she cries like an infant.

I think that’s it as far as I remember.

So, does any of this sound familiar to anyone? Does anyone else have this type of situation where you live?

I could really use the help. Hopefully someone will explain how I just need to wrap myself in tinfoil or something to be safe.

Man, I wish.

Well, if you know of anything similar, please let me know. In a few hours I’m going off on my own, I can’t just leave my sister out there…

 

Update: There’s a search and rescue team going out, I’ll explain later.

 

 

Edit:

Holy shit, I am so happy. While I was writing this, a search and rescue team was actually sent to find my sister. And good news! They found her!

Jesus, that was insanely lucky. So far no one has shown any side effects. And my sister, she’s completely fine. She’s just in the kitchen right now as I’m writing this.

Holy shit what a relief. What a burden off my shoulders. I think I’m going to take a long nap after this.

I can’t believe they found her with nothing wrong. All she had was some dirt on her orange dress.

I’m not sure how I can start this. I’m not sure if anyone will believe me. But the last few weeks of my life have been Hell.

I’m not sure if I can explain it in any other way. But… basically, the entirety of the political system in my town… it’s…

It’s campaigning on who can kill me.

I know, that’s impossible you’re thinking. Trust me, I didn’t believe it myself as well. But it’s true. I’m not in my town anymore, but I can explain later.

I have a series of entries over the last weeks that I wasn’t able to post… Something…. Well, someone was cutting off my internet. I decided to post them now, so I don’t have to explain what exactly has been happening… again.

This is my story, and how I left my town.

 

Entry 1

Hey, Chris here. Trying to get some help from people online. I just watched the weirdest ad in my entire life? Did anyone else see it too?

It’s a campaign ad for some politician. (I don’t follow politics; I don’t know who he is). Anyway, the ad was fairly standard, some stupid display of American greatness because of wars?? I’m not sure. There was a bunch of fireworks, a bunch of fields. Some soldier showed up saluting on camera. And I think the guy who was running was called John something. (Don’t ask which party it was, I don’t know). But then the ad ended with a slogan saying.

“We can kill him”.

I was confused at first, because I thought it was some pro-war stance. But I swear they flashed a face right before the ad ended. And the face..well..

It was me.

As in, “We can kill him”. And then it shows my face.

Now, I’m sure most of you don’t know what I look like. That’s fine. But I’m just wondering. Did anyone else see the ad? Like was it just me? Did I imagine my face at the end?

The ad was weird regardless, but my face… I just, I just need someone to tell me I imagined it.

Anyways, if you know anything. Let me know here. Chris out.

 

 

 

Entry 2

Hey Chris here. Last post didn’t seem to go. I think my internet is down? I’m not sure. I… I need to write this down regardless.

I’m scared now.

There’s something seriously wrong with this town. My mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. There’s a campaign going on and… well... My… my death… my fucking death is one of the topics.

As in me! Chris Penton, I’m one of the campaign issues people are running on. They want to fucking kill me!

I thought I was going insane. But I’m not. There are active ads all around my house, all for this stupid fucking campaign. And I’m one of the issues!

I can see one right now from outside my home. It reads.

“Vote John

-Less taxes

-Less crime

-Less inflation

- Kill Chris”

It has some stupid bald dude. I can’t tell what party it is. I don’t… I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before, but it’s like purple? (Is there purple parties in the US?)

It’s just a poster on some telephone pole. But I can read it clearly, it says my name. What the fuck is going on?!

Someone please tell me, I’m just going crazy…

Chris out.

Update: I just saw a poll done on TV, it says “Kill Chris” is polling fourth most important issue for the American people. What the fuck!?

 

Entry 3

Ok, I’m starting to understand a bit more of what’s going on. This is fucking insane.

I found out what the two political parties are. One is purple and the other is orange.

They’re called the “Civicrats” and the “Patrimonians”.

I have no fucking idea what’s going on, I have never heard of these political parties. They’re polling about 85% of the votes combined. The traditional parties are basically dead in this election.

But it gets worse.

I’ve seen it, they’re in debates. Talking about… about me! About how they would kill me! I’m seeing TV commentators talking about which candidate proposed the best killing method!?

There’s literally five people sitting in a table on live TV, talking about how it’s not painful enough to just shoot me with a gun. What the fuck!? Someone just said I should be slowly skinned alive!? Wait… what. I can’t believe this…

Some guy just responded that it would be too expensive on the taxpayers.

I can’t… I can’t believe this. They’re just all talking about my life… About how to best kill me. I… I think I’m going to be sick.

There’s a massive debate tomorrow. Between the main candidates. I’m going to watch it… But I need to go talk to my family and friends. This is insane. I'm probably going to start seriously considering leaving town.

Update1: “Kill Chris” is now polling the second most important issue among American voters.

Update2: A bunch of cars honk when they pass by my house. I’m scared.

 

Entry 4

Hey… Chris here. Didn’t sleep. Fuck this town. Fuck politics. What the hell is happening.

The big debate, I saw it. On live TV. What the hell is happening.

I just saw an hour debate, where two people spent fifty minutes of it, talking about how best to kill me. I’m… I’m too shellshocked to understand the logic of any of it.

It started with one candidate suggesting I get shot in the head. Quick and easy. The more traditional party said I should be hanged. Like the good old times. (What the fuck.) The other side that’s too archaic and not modern enough. They proposed that I should be chemically injected with cleaning products until my blood turns to slush.

The other guy countered by saying I should be mauled to death by an animal. Just like nature intended.

That wasn’t the scariest part though, as crazy as it would seem. Throughout the debate… I…. I can’t believe I’m saying this.

They started getting more extreme, as in, whoever suggested the most painful death, got the most claps.

Oh God, the clapping. Every time one of them suggested a stronger and more vile punishment, the audience would go crazy. It started with just shooting in the head but by the end, one of them said my both sides of my face should be attached to horses and slowly pulled away from each other.

The audience started cheering like mad after that. They started yelling in unison. “Yes we can. Yes we can”. (Was that fucking Obama’s slogan?!)

I’m already looking up tickets to leave the state. It’s not just my town, it’s the whole fucking state. I’m just deciding between going out of state, or just going to Europe.

I’m going to try to get some sleep. But I have to leave as soon as possible.

Update1: ““Kill Chris” is now polling the top issue among American voters.

Update2: I’m meeting my friends tomorrow and my parents for Thanksgiving in a few days before leaving.

 

Entry 5

So, I just spent my entire weekend arguing with my friends about politics. You must be thinking to yourselves. “Haha been there, done that.”

Nope.

Apparently, my friends are mostly on the side that I should die?!

I can’t believe it myself. My own fucking friends. We went out to lunch the five of us and I told them about my situation, they obviously knew. Do you know what they told me?

“Well…They do have a point”

Excuse me?! “They” have a point!? We spent five hours discussing politics. The politics of my fucking murder. It was insane. I… I couldn’t reason with them.

Even at their most flimsy position they all agreed with one basic tenet.

“Well, you have to die obviously. It doesn’t have to be painful though”

WHAT!? Like literally, the only thing they came together on, was that I have to die. The only caveat was that it didn’t need to be painful. I pleaded with them. I BEGGED for them to come to their senses.

They just look around nervously, like it was some kind of insane position. The idea that I should live.

One of my friends is a bit more reserved. He didn’t say much. He pulled me aside and just whispered something:

“I’m with you man.”

He then did some weird hand gesture. No idea what it was. But then I got home and looked it up.

It was hate speech.

Do you know of what? Well, there’s a group of extremists called the SCP foundation. That hand gesture is one of their signs. Do you want to know why they’re extremists?

Because they want me to live.

Yes, that’s right. A political extremist’s movement is extreme because it wants me to live. It’s called the “Save Chris Penton” foundation. The FBI is looking into them.

I can’t even understand what is going on anymore. It’s Thanksgiving tomorrow, I’m going to have lunch at my parents and then go straight to the airport.

I don’t even know what to say anymore. Please I want to live.

Update1: I think someone tried to break into my house. I slept with a baseball bat near me.

 

Entry 6

I’m done. Fuck this town. Fuck this state and fuck these people.

I finally did the unthinkable I called the cops. I was so brain stunned due to this whole ordeal that I completely forgot about it. You know what they told me?

“Sorry, we don’t get involved with politics.”

Fuck me. I’m sure everyone would have told me to do that from the start. I’m not sure what I expected. It’s normalized, throughout the whole town.

Everyone wants me dead. Everyone, even my parents.

I went to have lunch with them for Thanksgiving. First thing I saw on my dad’s lawn as soon as I get there.

“This Jully. Vote orange”.

Like, one of the parties that wants me dead. My dad has a political ad for it in front of his house.

I went in, fuming. I started talking about it to them. They just looked sideways, like it’s uncomfortable to talk about. I just told them I’m leaving the country. They asked me why.

“Why”? Really? Why would I be leaving!?

I sat down to have lunch with them. I think this is the last time I’ll ever see them again, they’ve lost it. I tried to bring up the issue again. They just told me.

“No politics at the table, dear.”

Jesus Christ.

My dad is a staunch believer in the orange party. He spent five minutes implying how I should be killed? I..I don’t even understand it. My aunt just replied with.

“Well as long as we all vote. It’s our duty.”

I got up and left. My parents went after me. I told them I had to leave. I’ll be in touch. I lied. But something really fucked me up, if you can believe it, with the whole experience.

Yeah, this is all fucked up beyond measure. But..Fuck. My dad… He… When I was leaving and was near the exit. He…

He had a knife in his hand.

Like the one he was eating with. He just brought it with him as I was trying to leave. I got out of there and I’m making my bag to the airport.

I’m leaving. Chris Penton out.

Update1: There’s a political parade on TV, it has giant parade floats of me in different gory deaths. I’m not watching it

 

End of entries.

 

So yeah, now I’m at the airport. That’s the story of the last few days. It’s been… Well words really can’t describe it. I feel better now, I’m calmer. My flight should be arriving soon. The airport makes me feel safe.

I still see political ads on TV here. Sometimes they show up, talking about me. I think they’re looking for me. Yeah, good luck dipshits, I’m leaving the states.

International TV is nice, I’m seeing some Spanish telenovelas. Don’t understand a word of it but it’s a welcome change. My flight is to Spain. Better get used to it.

I’m sitting here near my terminal, but I don’t need help anymore. Sorry, I just wanted to recount what happened to you all. It’s fine now I’m okay.

Soon I’ll be out. People are really friendly here. They keep smiling at me. It’s... well, nice, I guess.

There’s a few people that keeps looking at me. They’re boarding the same plane. They must be all part of the same group; they have similar clothes.

They’re all wearing orange.

 

Hey Chris here. Trying to find the courage to bite the bullet on an issue I have. Thought maybe someone here can help.

I’m fucked.

Please someone call me a coward, or alternatively find some miraculous solution for my problem. I need help, any kind of help.

I’ve never asked this online but does anyone have some space in your town you’re not allowed in? Ours is a forest, you're not allowed to go past a certain point. I can’t really explain it properly but basically if you go inside, you come out…different. And that’s my problem.

I think my sister went in.

I’m not sure. It’s only been a day. But I haven’t seen her. And she’s young. Well, youngish. Fifteen. And I have a gut feeling she’s in the forest.

But the thing is, if I go in, I’m screwed.

Weird shit happens when you go inside. And if I’m wrong, I’m just throwing myself into the lion's mouth for no reason. I can't exactly ask people to help me look for her, either. She’s just a normal girl!

 Brown hair and green eyes. Hates the color orange and always wears blue. I mean what else can I even say?

Does anyone have anything like that in your town? Maybe if I explain it, you’ll see any resemblances.

So, the first time I experienced the forest was when one of my friends went inside as a dare. We never saw him again. Five days later I saw his mom crying outside his house. She was holding on to something, I didn’t understand what it was.

My parents told me the next day. There was a pair of shoes that belonged to him in front of his house.

That was all that was left of him. The shoes were immaculate, but for some reason someone or something placed them there.

There was something weird about them though… The shoes were all burnt up, like from inside. Like a fire had been lit inside them. I never saw him again. He was my best friend.

So yeah, it’s not the best place to live.

There was also a kid at my school who had a dog that ran everywhere. One day the dog ran into the forest and the kid went in after him.

We didn’t see him for like ten hours. When he finally came back, he was in his underwear. Trying to walk on all fours and asking for help.

“Help me! Help me go faster!” he said.

The problem is that he wasn’t alone. Soon after a man came out of the forest. Like a fully grown man.

I’ve never seen that man before. He was… completely naked. He just stared at us for a few moments.

He barked at us and then went back to the forest. We never saw the dog again.

 

There were some teenagers that went in once. Really stupid kids and I mean stupid. Like “I’m going to fuck with the teachers and beat kids up” stupid. The “leaders” of that group were two brothers, twins.

I like to call them fuckhead one and fuckhead two. But I kind of feel bad for them now that I’m older.

As you’d expect one day they went in the forest and called everyone a “pussy” that was scared of some old ghost story. When they came out, they seemed perfectly fine.

All their friends started saying they were absolute badasses and their little shithead group was probably going to start being more and more extreme.

But those two… Man I feel bad for them. There’s nothing wrong with them. But when they came out, they were really distressed.

They kept saying they were inverted. Like mixed up.

Someone told me that the twins kept saying over the next days, that they switched places. Like their brains were flipped. Twin A said he was twin B and twin B said he was twin A.

Most people kind of… ignored it? Like, you look the same. Why do you care? I don’t think they felt the same, they had massive cognitive dissonance for years.

I guess it’s different for twins, they can tell each other apart… One of them killed himself some years ago because of that. That’s why I feel bad. I guess it was bad.

 

There’re also these things... Called “opposite people”. Those are… dangerous. I’m not sure if I’ll explain it properly. They’re very… hard to spot.

Only one of these events happened in my lifetime. A man got lost in the woods, when he came back, he was mostly naked, only wearing black socks.

He looked fine, and was mostly unharmed. They gave him clothes and he went back home. To his family. A family of five…. Fuck.

He killed all of them.

He just took an axe that night and well... yeah.

Our mayor explained it afterward. “Opposite people”. The only way to tell them apart from normal people is by their clothes, if they’re wearing the opposite color clothes, then it’s a fake.

When that dad went inside the forest, he had white socks. When he came out, they were black. That’s how you know it wasn’t him.

It sucks. But that was the only way to tell. That poor family they never had a chance. But now you know. It’s not hard to remember, if something they had was white and now it’s black.

Run.

And vice-versa I guess.

I even checked it for me. What my opposite color was. I like wearing green. So, if you ever see me wearing red, then that’s not me.

It’s only happened like twice, so they’re rare. And usually, the least of your worries.

They shot the “opposite dad” in the head afterwards.

God this place is such a fucking nightmare. You get used to the insanity. You might be wondering if I’ve gone near the forest. Oh yeah, of course I did. Every kid does it.

Mine was more innocent. I just went there with my friend once and we just threw rocks over the line. Like as hard as we could.

Nothing happened. Except, after a bit, someone started throwing back teeth.

Don’t ask us who. We just ran.

What else is there? I mean I don’t know. One day a horse got loose and went inside for a few moments, when he came out, he was running backwards. Like full on sprinting. My brain could barely process how his legs worked.

Oh! The rat king. That was a fun one. Okay maybe it’s a bit cruel but one time, some old friends of mine found two rats and decided to throw them over the line to see what happens.

I mean it’s cruel when I think about it. But it kinda went as expected. They threw the rats, poorly I might add. And they fell on the ground and quickly started running away.

There really is something messed up about the forest, even animals know not to go inside it too long. Anyways the rats instantly started running away back to us. Zig-zagging randomly while squealing. It was fine until they crossed the line back, but then something weird happened.

One of the rats kinda of lined up with the other one. Like, right behind him. They were still going full speed but one was like… perfectly behind him matching his exact speed and his movement.

Like a shadow.

It was insane. Seeing a rat sprint and do curves with another perfectly following his every movement is not something you can even understand. It looks fake.

Me and my friends called it the Rat king. The one that led of course. That poor animal. It probably died; I doubt it ever ate again. Probably just stuck following the other one.

I’m sorry for being macabre. The unusual is our town’s ordinary. We get used to this kind of thing.

I think I only know of one more person affected by the forest. Our mayor.

The mayor is an odd character. You might be thinking, “Ah the mayor is an evil wizard or an old God, and he’s responsible for what’s happening!”

Nope. Our mayor is… well. He’s a statue.

Like made of wood. He used to be a man. One day he was part of the help and rescue search for someone who got lost in the forest.  He went in there and actually found the missing person.

That’s extremely rare by the way. Like maybe 5% of people who go in, get out.

When they came back however, there were like three men holding up a statue of the mayor made out of wood. People were so happy about getting the missing person back they didn’t even notice it.

When someone asked about it, one of the men simply responded.

“This? This is our mayor.”

Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Someone else was...well… changed by that little adventure. You see the mayor’s wife went with them. (She’s scarier than the mayor).

When she got out, she seemed fine. But long story short, she’s actually the mayor now. Our old mayor sits in the middle of the town’s square. I guess he’s still watching out for us in his own way.

Our new mayor like I said seems fine. There’s only one weird thing about her.

When she sings, she has the voice of her husband.

And I probably shouldn’t say this, I hope no one reading this is from my town. But yeah, one time, I saw her hiding between two empty streets and crying.

She doesn’t cry like a person though; she cries like an infant.

I think that’s it as far as I remember.

So, does any of this sound familiar to anyone? Does anyone else have this type of situation where you live?

I could really use the help. Hopefully someone will explain how I just need to wrap myself in tinfoil or something to be safe.

Man, I wish.

Well, if you know of anything similar, please let me know. In a few hours I’m going off on my own, I can’t just leave my sister out there…

 

Update: There’s a search and rescue team going out, I’ll explain later.

 

 

Edit:

Holy shit, I am so happy. While I was writing this, a search and rescue team was actually sent to find my sister. And good news! They found her!

Jesus, that was insanely lucky. So far no one has shown any side effects. And my sister, she’s completely fine. She’s just in the kitchen right now as I’m writing this.

Holy shit what a relief. What a burden off my shoulders. I think I’m going to take a long nap after this.

I can’t believe they found her with nothing wrong. All she had was some dirt on her orange dress.

Hey Chris here. Trying to find the courage to bite the bullet on an issue I have. Thought maybe someone here can help.

I’m fucked.

Please someone call me a coward, or alternatively find some miraculous solution for my problem. I need help, any kind of help.

I’ve never asked this online but does anyone have some space in your town you’re not allowed in? Ours is a forest, you're not allowed to go past a certain point. I can’t really explain it properly but basically if you go inside, you come out…different. And that’s my problem.

I think my sister went in.

I’m not sure. It’s only been a day. But I haven’t seen her. And she’s young. Well, youngish. Fifteen. And I have a gut feeling she’s in the forest.

But the thing is, if I go in, I’m screwed.

Weird shit happens when you go inside. And if I’m wrong, I’m just throwing myself into the lion's mouth for no reason. I can't exactly ask people to help me look for her, either. She’s just a normal girl!

 Brown hair and green eyes. Hates the color orange and always wears blue. I mean what else can I even say?

Does anyone have anything like that in your town? Maybe if I explain it, you’ll see any resemblances.

So, the first time I experienced the forest was when one of my friends went inside as a dare. We never saw him again. Five days later I saw his mom crying outside his house. She was holding on to something, I didn’t understand what it was.

My parents told me the next day. There was a pair of shoes that belonged to him in front of his house.

That was all that was left of him. The shoes were immaculate, but for some reason someone or something placed them there.

There was something weird about them though… The shoes were all burnt up, like from inside. Like a fire had been lit inside them. I never saw him again. He was my best friend.

So yeah, it’s not the best place to live.

There was also a kid at my school who had a dog that ran everywhere. One day the dog ran into the forest and the kid went in after him.

We didn’t see him for like ten hours. When he finally came back, he was in his underwear. Trying to walk on all fours and asking for help.

“Help me! Help me go faster!” he said.

The problem is that he wasn’t alone. Soon after a man came out of the forest. Like a fully grown man.

I’ve never seen that man before. He was… completely naked. He just stared at us for a few moments.

He barked at us and then went back to the forest. We never saw the dog again.

 

There were some teenagers that went in once. Really stupid kids and I mean stupid. Like “I’m going to fuck with the teachers and beat kids up” stupid. The “leaders” of that group were two brothers, twins.

I like to call them fuckhead one and fuckhead two. But I kind of feel bad for them now that I’m older.

As you’d expect one day they went in the forest and called everyone a “pussy” that was scared of some old ghost story. When they came out, they seemed perfectly fine.

All their friends started saying they were absolute badasses and their little shithead group was probably going to start being more and more extreme.

But those two… Man I feel bad for them. There’s nothing wrong with them. But when they came out, they were really distressed.

They kept saying they were inverted. Like mixed up.

Someone told me that the twins kept saying over the next days, that they switched places. Like their brains were flipped. Twin A said he was twin B and twin B said he was twin A.

Most people kind of… ignored it? Like, you look the same. Why do you care? I don’t think they felt the same, they had massive cognitive dissonance for years.

I guess it’s different for twins, they can tell each other apart… One of them killed himself some years ago because of that. That’s why I feel bad. I guess it was bad.

 

There’re also these things... Called “opposite people”. Those are… dangerous. I’m not sure if I’ll explain it properly. They’re very… hard to spot.

Only one of these events happened in my lifetime. A man got lost in the woods, when he came back, he was mostly naked, only wearing black socks.

He looked fine, and was mostly unharmed. They gave him clothes and he went back home. To his family. A family of five…. Fuck.

He killed all of them.

He just took an axe that night and well... yeah.

Our mayor explained it afterward. “Opposite people”. The only way to tell them apart from normal people is by their clothes, if they’re wearing the opposite color clothes, then it’s a fake.

When that dad went inside the forest, he had white socks. When he came out, they were black. That’s how you know it wasn’t him.

It sucks. But that was the only way to tell. That poor family they never had a chance. But now you know. It’s not hard to remember, if something they had was white and now it’s black.

Run.

And vice-versa I guess.

I even checked it for me. What my opposite color was. I like wearing green. So, if you ever see me wearing red, then that’s not me.

It’s only happened like twice, so they’re rare. And usually, the least of your worries.

They shot the “opposite dad” in the head afterwards.

God this place is such a fucking nightmare. You get used to the insanity. You might be wondering if I’ve gone near the forest. Oh yeah, of course I did. Every kid does it.

Mine was more innocent. I just went there with my friend once and we just threw rocks over the line. Like as hard as we could.

Nothing happened. Except, after a bit, someone started throwing back teeth.

Don’t ask us who. We just ran.

What else is there? I mean I don’t know. One day a horse got loose and went inside for a few moments, when he came out, he was running backwards. Like full on sprinting. My brain could barely process how his legs worked.

Oh! The rat king. That was a fun one. Okay maybe it’s a bit cruel but one time, some old friends of mine found two rats and decided to throw them over the line to see what happens.

I mean it’s cruel when I think about it. But it kinda went as expected. They threw the rats, poorly I might add. And they fell on the ground and quickly started running away.

There really is something messed up about the forest, even animals know not to go inside it too long. Anyways the rats instantly started running away back to us. Zig-zagging randomly while squealing. It was fine until they crossed the line back, but then something weird happened.

One of the rats kinda of lined up with the other one. Like, right behind him. They were still going full speed but one was like… perfectly behind him matching his exact speed and his movement.

Like a shadow.

It was insane. Seeing a rat sprint and do curves with another perfectly following his every movement is not something you can even understand. It looks fake.

Me and my friends called it the Rat king. The one that led of course. That poor animal. It probably died; I doubt it ever ate again. Probably just stuck following the other one.

I’m sorry for being macabre. The unusual is our town’s ordinary. We get used to this kind of thing.

I think I only know of one more person affected by the forest. Our mayor.

The mayor is an odd character. You might be thinking, “Ah the mayor is an evil wizard or an old God, and he’s responsible for what’s happening!”

Nope. Our mayor is… well. He’s a statue.

Like made of wood. He used to be a man. One day he was part of the help and rescue search for someone who got lost in the forest.  He went in there and actually found the missing person.

That’s extremely rare by the way. Like maybe 5% of people who go in, get out.

When they came back however, there were like three men holding up a statue of the mayor made out of wood. People were so happy about getting the missing person back they didn’t even notice it.

When someone asked about it, one of the men simply responded.

“This? This is our mayor.”

Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Someone else was...well… changed by that little adventure. You see the mayor’s wife went with them. (She’s scarier than the mayor).

When she got out, she seemed fine. But long story short, she’s actually the mayor now. Our old mayor sits in the middle of the town’s square. I guess he’s still watching out for us in his own way.

Our new mayor like I said seems fine. There’s only one weird thing about her.

When she sings, she has the voice of her husband.

And I probably shouldn’t say this, I hope no one reading this is from my town. But yeah, one time, I saw her hiding between two empty streets and crying.

She doesn’t cry like a person though; she cries like an infant.

I think that’s it as far as I remember.

So, does any of this sound familiar to anyone? Does anyone else have this type of situation where you live?

I could really use the help. Hopefully someone will explain how I just need to wrap myself in tinfoil or something to be safe.

Man, I wish.

Well, if you know of anything similar, please let me know. In a few hours I’m going off on my own, I can’t just leave my sister out there…

 

Update: There’s a search and rescue team going out, I’ll explain later.

 

 

Edit:

Holy shit, I am so happy. While I was writing this, a search and rescue team was actually sent to find my sister. And good news! They found her!

Jesus, that was insanely lucky. So far no one has shown any side effects. And my sister, she’s completely fine. She’s just in the kitchen right now as I’m writing this.

Holy shit what a relief. What a burden off my shoulders. I think I’m going to take a long nap after this.

I can’t believe they found her with nothing wrong. All she had was some dirt on her orange dress.

Hey Chris here. Trying to find the courage to bite the bullet on an issue I have. Thought maybe someone here can help.

I’m fucked.

Please someone call me a coward, or alternatively find some miraculous solution for my problem. I need help, any kind of help.

I’ve never asked this online but does anyone have some space in your town you’re not allowed in? Ours is a forest, you're not allowed to go past a certain point. I can’t really explain it properly but basically if you go inside, you come out…different. And that’s my problem.

I think my sister went in.

I’m not sure. It’s only been a day. But I haven’t seen her. And she’s young. Well, youngish. Fifteen. And I have a gut feeling she’s in the forest.

But the thing is, if I go in, I’m screwed.

Weird shit happens when you go inside. And if I’m wrong, I’m just throwing myself into the lion's mouth for no reason. I can't exactly ask people to help me look for her, either. She’s just a normal girl!

 Brown hair and green eyes. Hates the color orange and always wears blue. I mean what else can I even say?

Does anyone have anything like that in your town? Maybe if I explain it, you’ll see any resemblances.

So, the first time I experienced the forest was when one of my friends went inside as a dare. We never saw him again. Five days later I saw his mom crying outside his house. She was holding on to something, I didn’t understand what it was.

My parents told me the next day. There was a pair of shoes that belonged to him in front of his house.

That was all that was left of him. The shoes were immaculate, but for some reason someone or something placed them there.

There was something weird about them though… The shoes were all burnt up, like from inside. Like a fire had been lit inside them. I never saw him again. He was my best friend.

So yeah, it’s not the best place to live.

There was also a kid at my school who had a dog that ran everywhere. One day the dog ran into the forest and the kid went in after him.

We didn’t see him for like ten hours. When he finally came back, he was in his underwear. Trying to walk on all fours and asking for help.

“Help me! Help me go faster!” he said.

The problem is that he wasn’t alone. Soon after a man came out of the forest. Like a fully grown man.

I’ve never seen that man before. He was… completely naked. He just stared at us for a few moments.

He barked at us and then went back to the forest. We never saw the dog again.

 

There were some teenagers that went in once. Really stupid kids and I mean stupid. Like “I’m going to fuck with the teachers and beat kids up” stupid. The “leaders” of that group were two brothers, twins.

I like to call them fuckhead one and fuckhead two. But I kind of feel bad for them now that I’m older.

As you’d expect one day they went in the forest and called everyone a “pussy” that was scared of some old ghost story. When they came out, they seemed perfectly fine.

All their friends started saying they were absolute badasses and their little shithead group was probably going to start being more and more extreme.

But those two… Man I feel bad for them. There’s nothing wrong with them. But when they came out, they were really distressed.

They kept saying they were inverted. Like mixed up.

Someone told me that the twins kept saying over the next days, that they switched places. Like their brains were flipped. Twin A said he was twin B and twin B said he was twin A.

Most people kind of… ignored it? Like, you look the same. Why do you care? I don’t think they felt the same, they had massive cognitive dissonance for years.

I guess it’s different for twins, they can tell each other apart… One of them killed himself some years ago because of that. That’s why I feel bad. I guess it was bad.

 

There’re also these things... Called “opposite people”. Those are… dangerous. I’m not sure if I’ll explain it properly. They’re very… hard to spot.

Only one of these events happened in my lifetime. A man got lost in the woods, when he came back, he was mostly naked, only wearing black socks.

He looked fine, and was mostly unharmed. They gave him clothes and he went back home. To his family. A family of five…. Fuck.

He killed all of them.

He just took an axe that night and well... yeah.

Our mayor explained it afterward. “Opposite people”. The only way to tell them apart from normal people is by their clothes, if they’re wearing the opposite color clothes, then it’s a fake.

When that dad went inside the forest, he had white socks. When he came out, they were black. That’s how you know it wasn’t him.

It sucks. But that was the only way to tell. That poor family they never had a chance. But now you know. It’s not hard to remember, if something they had was white and now it’s black.

Run.

And vice-versa I guess.

I even checked it for me. What my opposite color was. I like wearing green. So, if you ever see me wearing red, then that’s not me.

It’s only happened like twice, so they’re rare. And usually, the least of your worries.

They shot the “opposite dad” in the head afterwards.

God this place is such a fucking nightmare. You get used to the insanity. You might be wondering if I’ve gone near the forest. Oh yeah, of course I did. Every kid does it.

Mine was more innocent. I just went there with my friend once and we just threw rocks over the line. Like as hard as we could.

Nothing happened. Except, after a bit, someone started throwing back teeth.

Don’t ask us who. We just ran.

What else is there? I mean I don’t know. One day a horse got loose and went inside for a few moments, when he came out, he was running backwards. Like full on sprinting. My brain could barely process how his legs worked.

Oh! The rat king. That was a fun one. Okay maybe it’s a bit cruel but one time, some old friends of mine found two rats and decided to throw them over the line to see what happens.

I mean it’s cruel when I think about it. But it kinda went as expected. They threw the rats, poorly I might add. And they fell on the ground and quickly started running away.

There really is something messed up about the forest, even animals know not to go inside it too long. Anyways the rats instantly started running away back to us. Zig-zagging randomly while squealing. It was fine until they crossed the line back, but then something weird happened.

One of the rats kinda of lined up with the other one. Like, right behind him. They were still going full speed but one was like… perfectly behind him matching his exact speed and his movement.

Like a shadow.

It was insane. Seeing a rat sprint and do curves with another perfectly following his every movement is not something you can even understand. It looks fake.

Me and my friends called it the Rat king. The one that led of course. That poor animal. It probably died; I doubt it ever ate again. Probably just stuck following the other one.

I’m sorry for being macabre. The unusual is our town’s ordinary. We get used to this kind of thing.

I think I only know of one more person affected by the forest. Our mayor.

The mayor is an odd character. You might be thinking, “Ah the mayor is an evil wizard or an old God, and he’s responsible for what’s happening!”

Nope. Our mayor is… well. He’s a statue.

Like made of wood. He used to be a man. One day he was part of the help and rescue search for someone who got lost in the forest.  He went in there and actually found the missing person.

That’s extremely rare by the way. Like maybe 5% of people who go in, get out.

When they came back however, there were like three men holding up a statue of the mayor made out of wood. People were so happy about getting the missing person back they didn’t even notice it.

When someone asked about it, one of the men simply responded.

“This? This is our mayor.”

Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Someone else was...well… changed by that little adventure. You see the mayor’s wife went with them. (She’s scarier than the mayor).

When she got out, she seemed fine. But long story short, she’s actually the mayor now. Our old mayor sits in the middle of the town’s square. I guess he’s still watching out for us in his own way.

Our new mayor like I said seems fine. There’s only one weird thing about her.

When she sings, she has the voice of her husband.

And I probably shouldn’t say this, I hope no one reading this is from my town. But yeah, one time, I saw her hiding between two empty streets and crying.

She doesn’t cry like a person though; she cries like an infant.

I think that’s it as far as I remember.

So, does any of this sound familiar to anyone? Does anyone else have this type of situation where you live?

I could really use the help. Hopefully someone will explain how I just need to wrap myself in tinfoil or something to be safe.

Man, I wish.

Well, if you know of anything similar, please let me know. In a few hours I’m going off on my own, I can’t just leave my sister out there…

 

Update: There’s a search and rescue team going out, I’ll explain later.

 

 

Edit:

Holy shit, I am so happy. While I was writing this, a search and rescue team was actually sent to find my sister. And good news! They found her!

Jesus, that was insanely lucky. So far no one has shown any side effects. And my sister, she’s completely fine. She’s just in the kitchen right now as I’m writing this.

Holy shit what a relief. What a burden off my shoulders. I think I’m going to take a long nap after this.

I can’t believe they found her with nothing wrong. All she had was some dirt on her orange dress.