u/angelDelasmuertos

The year is 2020. And it’s been a hell of a ride, I hear that only fans will change the dating scene and revolutionize women’s rights, Black Lives Matter and the orange chad runs gods country with pride! Still though I fear the end times is among us, like the game! “Sheeee!!!” It’s ironic with this plague, who knows what will happen, people run rampant in the streets, burning cars and mugging toilet paper! It’s not all bad though season two of the boys dropped and modern warfare got remastered and I get to binge watch generation kill while face timing my teacher half naked!😜 just kidding, but I am in my pajamas! And in the comfort of my bed. Sometimes I use google to write essays! My name is Covid and I’m nineteen and this is a story about my girlfriend corona! So there’s more to the story than that, but I miss her and I wanted to spill the Tea on what’s been bothering me lately. So anyway like, it’s been really hard on me lately and I be crashing out sometimes, like both way both sleeping randomly, because I don’t sleep often! But I also crash out spiritually and mentally, and just rage. “It’s cray cray girl!” Like what the sigma!? Fuck! I can’t believe I’m telling this story! Not like you’d believe me! Chances are when you’re reading this, I would have passed on to live with Epstein and herombay! And my boy Kim Jung un! Rest in peace queen! Like o ironically slay! I don’t mean to offend! Well here goes nothing! It all started when my girlfriend killed her self. It was after she transitioned and like maybe I wasn’t there enough for her! I tried to be supportive! I mean she was a baddie when it was all said and done! I mean no girl could come close to my corona! That’s not really her name, for the sake of the story I will call her corona, and I’ll call you caline and I know my names David! 🙄 but they say the internet never forgets, and I wish something’s weren’t public. But it was that time before graduation, some duche bag air dropped her nudes and everyone made fun of her, and she would get in trouble for having things that other people sabotaged her with! I remember one time some one threw a used condom in her food, and principle raspberry. “Stupid bitch!” Screamed at her and demanded she go to the front office for immediate uprehention. We spent the whole night together, she was broken down crying, her dad was against her changing, and with all of this happening I would have thought more people would be accepting or inclusive, but while there was, it’s the few that aren’t that ruin it for everybody. We had went in for lock down that time in December when I had my first kiss, it was right before they postponed prom, and made people do zoom calls, we locked down for a school shooting, I still wake up thinking about the fear I felt that day! It was just two hours but, two hours feel like forever, when you don’t know what’s going to happen. I never would have thought, she’d be the one to pull the trigger. My dad was army and I’ve learned to respect guns as tools, and while it was wrong I know where she was coming from, I wish I was enough! But I couldn’t stop her! I didn’t even know she was done with all of it! That same day I spent hiding under the gym bleachers pissing my pants with a couple of my friends and that nerdy goth chick Sarah. She was hawt but weird! The first shot was deliberate. The school didn’t even go on lock down until the second one rung out. It wasn’t a mass shooting, she killed that duche bag William who leaked her nudes all over the school, private videos and of her, I remember the day her mother saw one of them it was quite! Almost as quiet as the locked down after that second shot! We couldn’t hear much but she was mumbling something before she took her own life in the locker room! That day still haunts me! But not as much as the video she sent me years later! I thought it was a sick fucked up joke, but no matter how many times a break or buy a new phone, disconnect from social media or go out in nature, I see her in the reflections, I hear her muffled voice sobbing through my walls. Or coming from my phones speaker, one time I was driving and we have an AM radio in my dads pick up truck, at 3AM out in the forest while me and my dad slept in the bed of the truck the radio turned on and tuned itself to static it woke me up briefly, but I could barely hear audible sobbings in the static, I looked up at the stars from the truck bed camper, and there she was staring back at me, her jaw barely hanging, more like dangling from half of her right cheek, the blood and meat drip like a waterfall, her wight eyes gaze into mine, her hair matted and tangled her freckles glisten and her breath fogs the window, her tongue wiggles around like she’s trying to speak, but she just gargles on her blood and the radio cry’s! I turned to check on my dad who was having a mild seizure in his sleep, and when I looked back confused and scared, it was becoming morning she was gone and the sun was rising, bird’s chirped and the radio clicked off. My dad woke up from his comatose state and patted me on the shoulder, “good morning champ!” I’m telling you this because I want her to be remembered for the kind and beautiful person that she was, and while he deserved it the ghost of Roger Williams haunts me as well, there’s no escaping them! Believe me I’ve tried, I use to think my technology was insidious, but it turns out that something’s can’t be unseen! And I find myself crying to sleep only to hear the first gun shot! Followed by my girlfriend’s mangled face! One time she wasn’t there and looking back at me in the mirror standing behind me, glowed the wight pale eyes of William, blood oozing from the right side of his head, or what remained of it, half his eyes sits looking down because his skull no longer exists to hold it in place, his smile sinister and pissed! He sheds a tear before breaking my mirror! He sent me the video he won’t let her go free! But whould you still hate me if it was my gun! And if I was the one who leaked the videos!😔 I didn’t mean too, but William was a peace of shit! And I intended to disturb him, with my sex tapes! I didn’t know he would have my phone, but at some point he pirated my personal videos and held me hostage and threatened to post them, if I didn’t step down from the varsity football team, I wasn’t scared of who I was and so I told him to fuck him self! And he sat on the bench like a pathetic loser for the last days of high school! I guess his dad was a big fan, and couldn’t handle a disappointment and definitely not a conniving butt weasel! So he left him and took his older sister’s too! I guess he was abandoned and homeless after that! I didn’t know , the day coronas dad started beating her up, and I knew I couldn’t always be there to defend her or comfort her, I gave her my 20 gauge shot gun, Remington model break action slug master. I figured she would have better luck scaring him away! I guess she blamed Willy for what happened entirely and one thing led to another! And now I get to live with that for the rest of my life! Hearing those shots echo down the halls, and hearing my woman cry like she did that night! She wasn’t the monster!…. I was!!! I didn’t get to tell her, how much she ment to me! Or that I loved her! She never said good bye! I know you and I haven’t been friends for a while but I wanted to send you this video honoring our memory! Good bye coline! I’ll be waiting in the mirror!

I miss her. She was who I thought would be the love of my life! Now seven years later, she haunts my dreams despite being an entirely different person from when we first met. I mean I’ve tried to forget about her and move on, but no me had chemistry like we did, and I wake up knowing I’ll probably never have that again, as I grow older watching my party years disappear, no one wants me in my prime and by the time I’m in my late thirties, I’ll become something of a quagmire, just a man trying to live a wild life judged by his seniority, legend says the devil has many faces that those who have fallen with him, do upon many prey on there seven deadly sins. Lust, greed, pride, wrath, gluttony, sloth and envy. It’s unfortunate that those who are prayed upon, are the most broken or innocent. You’d think a succubus was a blessing, but all devils want one thing. To swallow your soul! It just so happens this one will also swallow your load. I’ve had my heart broken so many times, I hate claiming I have PTSD, but sometimes the bitch is just there! First it started one morning, I had waken up, she was straddling me. I could feel the heat generated by are warm bodies, the sweat from her flushed cheeks, as it dripped on my head, her eyes beautiful like the day we first met, she even had her quarks, she moaned out my name, so high and breathy like a dog howling at the moon, I could feel my heart explode, and my eyes begin to cry. One of her eyes like they sometimes would do, started to roll to the side one was looking up and the other one at my closet. But when I blinked, what was six in the morning with the love of my life on top of me was flipped in a second to ten in the morning, sun in my face not a soul in sight that wasn’t mine. I love her, and yet I know longer know her. Then a few weeks later I was watching a football game, and on the bleachers four rows down to the left I saw her. She was smiling and talking to someone, her brown orange dyed hair glistened in the sunlight, her teeth wight like porcelain, her skin pale and flush, you could see her glow. Some ass hole bumped into me, spilled his drink all over my head like an alcoholic baptism. I almost caught this Fucking guy! But I shook it off and dusted my self off from all the waisted larger, his twelve year old son and eight year old daughter hid behind him, like penguins; I could never be that cruel to a child! But if he had no kids, I’d fucking start some shit! They walked off, and I look back at my girl, to see that it was some old lady with similar hair! Not my woman. She comes and goes sometimes, like that of a ghost casually haunting my previews, but then there’s the odd occasions, like when she was riding me in my room, or when she was in my kitchen eating my food, sometimes I see her walking around outside, I live out in the boonies and it’s pitch black, yet there she is. One time, I was getting ready for bed, I had just lied down with the lights off, and there she was above my bed, hiding in the air ducts, I could see her eyes peaking from the vents, I could hear her softly giggle. It both terrified me, yet warmed my heart. Some days, I can’t sleep knowing she’s playing peak a boo, with me, or that she lives rent free in my mind! Like a sexy parasite, the funny thing is, she actually changes things around too, I usually leave my keys on the coffee table next to my bed, and last night it was raining hard, so I got inside and packed up for the night. I was late to work because my keys where missing, “where did they go!?” I murmured to myself, I got dressed and stepped out into the hallway, and at the corner of my eye lit up by the sun light and being flailed around by the cool desert wind, was my front door completely wide open and unlocked. I grabbed the shot gun. And ran toward the front of my house! Sweating my corners and blind spots, I screamed out! “Who the fuck is in my house!!! And show your self!!!” But all that came back was dead silence, the only noise I could hear was the wind. I looked out my door towards the vast empty desert. And there she was a mile out behind a mesquite, staring back at me smirking. I went to take aim with my twelve gauge, but she was gone, so I closed my door and hiked out, to her. It took me a total of maybe ten minutes to reach the bush, and dangling from one of the branches was my keys. Or that time she turned the shower on when I was taking a shit, I didn’t even know she was in there with me, I live alone with a couple of cats and a dog and the occasional hen, so there was no concern that someone would be in my bathroom!? I was getting ready to begin my business, I looked over at the curtains, and there she was, the nude body of a goddess! Her perky tits so round and perfect, the silhouette giggled and swayed. I could see everything, it both shocked me, yet I was enjoying it! Dare I say! Until she turned the water on. Then I was petrified! I slammed open the curtain, only to find no one was there but running water from the shower head. And down the hall in the back bedroom I could hear the closet door slam shut. I don’t know how long I can deal with this? She’s gotten more comfortable with me, I don’t think she is my love sometimes, her body changes or her skin tone, her face always stays the same! I know who my love is! Yet two nights ago, I’ve seen a man with hooves walking around in my back yard, playing with my dog, I thought I was seeing things, but my dog stood up on two legs, like that of a man and glanced at the kitchen window where I stood. Then the man did and there he was wearing my lovers face! This time the eye rolled completely back in his? Her? Head and then my dog went blind! I dropped my glass and looked down at the sink, and when I looked back up, my bedroom door slammed shut, and my dog was howling like bloody murder at the kitchen window where, his eyes cried blood! But they glowed a hazy wight! I could hear my cat the girl one in the bedroom, growing ugly. Hissing and screaming! It sent a chill up my back and made my eyes cry. So I ran into the hall and kicked in my bedroom door. Only to find my love in bed waiting for me! And my cats sleeping on the couch in the living room.? I read online a man was severed in half, and was in the hospital journaling his experience, he said his lover had no face! But mine dose? Forgive me, you can’t hear my sobs through the page, but that’s both a blessing and a curse! I rather die with pride than live in pain! “But I tried!…. So Fucking hard! To move on and forget about her!” Yet she still haunts me! And I’m always thinking about her! I miss you! Rose!

The children screamed and cried, the father drowned and died, oh how mommy had lied.

Daddy had no wit till his ends that mommy be the one to make amends.

Mommy had words that cut sharper than a knife, yet daddy choke on his own blood by her side.

Rain drops fall sang the song under the willows tree, black birds come at the sent of death and yet mommy comes for me.

Dark roses fall and cantina below, for I hear daddy’s cry’s through his gargled drowl. He murmurs a whisper of drowning despair, he had been cheating on mommy with the girl who where’s black underwear.

She has no true belonging other than for gawking! Why father must you be this way, and yet mother killed the man she loved so deeply for an ounce, she comes for me now.

I hide beneath the counter tops and my sister in the drawer, my friends Billy and Andrew; behind the couch and miss rosenbomb walks in from the front door.

She drops her bags and scream, like the of mommy when she caught daddy on the scene, his blood coats the walls leading to his demise, and the girl with the black underwear, sits and cry’s. She has no clue mommy hide in the dark ripping at her hair grinning from the still air.

First she found Andrew and scalped his head what a friend I once had! A friend now dead, then onto Billy a kid with no brain, that’s what 12 gauge dose to the picture frame! Then little Susie who hid in the drawer, now lies limp on the bathroom floor, and now she comes for me looking ever more. Miss rosenbombs broken neck stays twisted staring at me from the kitchen floor.

I hope mommy dosent find me I gasp, like the worms came for daddy at last. She ate the 12 gauge like a bratwurst, and now I cry alone on my own. What once was my eighth birthday, now a memory.

I walk the house empty rooms I’m thirty now and I’ve got the blues. I sing a sing sang song about the woman with black panties who took my family away for so long. My friends my father no longer a thing, I rest knowing mother still whore her ring. And now I sit lonely and old for this is the last story I ever told! Mistress in the black panties.

Hello I wish to keep my name anonymous. It’s been a rough week, but I’ve managed to keep my hopes up high. I’m an American exchange student from Denver Colorado; it’s my first time in Dubai India and my agricultural class hasn’t been doing so great, it was this or Pakistan and with a war going on I figured it’s probably a good idea to play it safe. I don’t know who would be reading this, but hopefully you are the civil board of directory for the multicultural learning exchange program or the peace corps. I’m eighteen; male and have a four point five grade point average, I graduated fourth in the top of my class and sixth for the whole school district, I thought moving to India would be good for my resume and a learning curve for the challenging and magnificent quezon Dubai has created for generations. I even met a girlfriend she killed her self, I almost did too. I don’t know how common my experience is, but late at night around two thirty AM, if you’re using the restrooms, you can randomly hear children giggling and whispering, random noises of deification but no one else is in the bathroom, the lights will flicker on and off with two minutes in between every fit. The black silhouette of a middle aged woman will occasionally appear in the door way of the facility. She never moves she just stands there waiting for something, someone, but never longer than twenty minutes. The locals say to ignore her, and prey to Ganesha the god of prosperity, preying to him makes her croke and groan then the lights will turn off for a few seconds and come back on. And she will be gone… sounds of faucets running, and cold fog will role in. The worst part is when taking a shit. The voice of an old woman maybe in her eighty’s, will creep into your ear and when you’re at your most vulnerable, she will whisper your darkest secrets, second doubts; she’ll tell you that there’s someone watching you sleep, eating your food, sleeping with your significant other, she’ll tell you the name of your first born child how long you have to live or that your time has come. If you ignore her, she will begin to insult you tell you that you’re worthless. Everyone hate you and that your an abortion just the meanest things, no one talks about her, some people will end their lives after this encounter, others like myself live in paranoia wondering if she’s right? She can’t be yet, she never lies. Someone was eating my food, they did watch me sleep and last week he died in a car bombing, I never knew his name, I never met him. Supposedly he was the previous owner of the apartment I stayed at. He lived in my walls he wasn’t the scariest thing though, on different circumstances he was a tolerable neighbor and house guest, the condo never had house keepers, yet my room was always clean. No the worst part is, the black silhouette of a man walks my halls, there’s no preying for him to go away, and every night someone at some point will have to give to him a blood sacrifice, or a poltergeist and strange weather will follow in the coming days. No one know who they are but they roam the campus like guardians awaiting conflict. My Sariah no longer walks these grounds, yet her voice whispers my regrets when I sleep. Just like the voice from the toilet told me she would.