Entry 251: It’s Time For A Late Night Drive

You are an angel

A true testament of beauty

I see you there

Replaying in my head

Time & again

I saw you there that night

I’ve seen you every night since

You look so beautiful

The way the rain poured down your face

The last moment when we met

I’m sorry I drove so fast

I wish I hadn’t

Now you replay in my memory


Night after night

I see you in my dreams

Reliving a single moment

A moment that brings about suffering

You see,

As beautiful as you are

I wish we’d have met differently

I wish it’d been in person

Your perfect red hair

The way your pale skin glowed in the headlights

Yes, you are a moment that replays

Frozen in memory

I see that beautiful face

That yellow dress

I see these moments

Just before your death

I was a good soul

I’d never harmed anyone in my life

Till we met

On that fated night

If I’d have been driving slower

Perhaps you’d be here today

Then again…

We probably never would’ve met

If that were the case

I’m conflicted you see

Because I feel the pain of your death

Yet, the delight of my awakening

I’m a different man today

Perhaps, this is who I’ve always been


Strange it is how a stranger can affect our minds

You & I meeting

Just once

Has completely changed my life

I am sorry for your death

I truly am

Yet, they never found out I did it

So now,

Every time it rains

I feel you calling me

I take my car

Leaving in search of you again

You’ve guided me well

Still, never have I found

Anyone as beautiful as you were that night

I’ve run soul after soul down

Through reasons unknown

The evidence of my evil is never found

Just another memory

I cherish them all still


No one compares

To you my sweet

No one has a face so beautiful

I’m always chasing you

I bet I always will

Do you hear that?

I hear the rain begin to fall

The thunder a sign of your call

I see your memory in my mind

-It’s Time For A Late Night Drive-


Entry 250: These Walls Speak Many Things

I’ve been working on this place

For 100’s of years

I like to think of it as the perfect host

I built this place from scratch

I constantly add to it

Always building, never stoping

For a place like this will never be complete

It will expand eternally

There’s never enough done

When I add a room

I’m told,

Build another

I don’t mind this

I always comply

I need to keep this place alive

It must thrive

Outshining all the rest

Yet still kept, a tightly guarded secret…

I built it in the middle of nowhere

I warped it into a special place

Hiding within one of Black Winters

Many realities

It can grow forever more

Always consuming

It’s a beautiful place indeed

Quite often, people are fond of the way it’s painted

How did it get that red hue?

All the visitor’s ask

I always say,

Allow me to show you

Then I lead them into a room

I call it

The workshop

I show them things beyond their darkest thoughts

This house helps me steal their souls

Sometimes a saw does the trick

Other times I plaster or cement them alive,

Making statues of them

All of them must die

None can ever escape

I don’t want this beautiful secret

Told to everyone

So, every now and again

I lure people in

Sending out mental invitations

When the time comes for new renovations…

Someone always comes

Or is lead here

Drawn in by that beautiful splendor

The paths that lead each soul here

Are infinitely different

As they come from other realities

Yes, these walls say many things

At least while those buried within them

…Are still living…

So, if ever you happen upon a red house

In a dark place

Within a dream,

Or you happen upon it

Within waking reality

Come on in

See the beauty within

Listen to a bit of its history

Become a part of the place


-These Walls Speak Many Things-

Entry 249: Are You Alone?

When you’re in the shower

While you sleep

Perhaps while you study?

When you’re all alone

When no one is around

When there is no sound

Ask yourself

…Are you alone?…

Perhaps it’s late at night

Or maybe

2 in the morning…


Pay attention to your surroundings

Ask yourself

If you don’t hear or see anyone

…Are you alone?…

Have you looked around as you read this

Was there an odd knock on your door?

Are you feeling uneasy?

…Are you alone?…

As you read this

What do you feel?

Listen closely,

Can you hear breathing?

Perhaps, that was just the wind?

At any rate…

Did you make sure to lock everything,

When you came home?

Did you check your closets

Even the tiniest nooks and crannies?

Has something been moved?

Is something missing?

…Are you alone?…

Last week someone like you

Swore they’d done everything you’re reading

They’d locked the doors

They’d checked the windows

Everything was quiet

Not even a sound

They asked themselves

…Am I alone?…

They weren’t the first,

They won’t be the last…

They were reading this,

…Just like you…

When they were showering

They didn’t see him

They were alone


When they were sleeping

They didn’t hear his breathing

As he stood over them

Studying the next night

They thought they were alright

They were alone

In their mind

If you tell yourself you’re alone

You are…


If you’re alone

No one ever hears your screams

Late in the night

…Are you alone?…

Would anyone know if you disappeared?

Did you double check the charge on your phone?

Would 911 get to you in time

If he knocked on your door

Late at night?

It’s okay though…


You are alone,


You have nothing to fear

Just like everyone else who’s read this before

None of them saw him

None of them heard him

None of them felt him

As he watched them

None of them knew,

Anything was wrong

This is just as silly thing they read

They were alone…


You, staring at your screen reading this right now

-Are You Alone?-

Entry 248: I Write Your Death: #1- Mr. Bretts Death

Mr. Brett

Always having a hard time at the office

Couldn’t get that date

Was dealt a bad hand

He grew sad

Mumsy his cat had died

Life piled it on him

All the time…

Now he sat in an office

Looking at a woman named Gladys…

Mr. Brett

Why so sad?

Gladys asked…

He said nothing

Instead he laughed

Then turned towards Gladys

Face twisting

Mind deteriorating

He promptly told Gladys

She works in HR by the way…

A bright smile on his face

Contrasting the tears

Pouring away…

That he was terminating his employment



-I Write Your Death: #1 Mr. Bretts Death-

Entry 247: Your Dearest Maggie

I hear you

Through the foggy snow

I feel your warmth

In spite of the biting cold

It feels as though it was yesterday

Since you disappeared

In truth it’s been about 20 years

I’m alone out here

Always searching for you

Always praying I’ll wake up

You’ll be by my side

Hoping, tonight is the night, I find you

I have the same dream

Night after night

I’m searching in this cold place

You are there

I can feel it!

I’m sure, I heard your voice

I’ve taken to taping records of my dreams

Upon waking

I’ve begun to notice

I’m making progress

In some way…

You’re missing from my life

All the dreams appear the same

Still, each night,

I awake,

Suspecting not all is the same

I hear you cry Maggie

I hear you calling my name

I couldn’t see you initially

Though, little by little

I feel I’m getting closer

I’m sure of it

So, as I sit here

In a dream like trance

I’m quite sure I’ve found you now

At least I will for sure

So, I’m leaving a letter with my thoughts

Should someone be reading this

I’m no doubt gone

In the last dream

I saw a place

A black house

Far away

I’d never seen it anytime prior

Then I saw you John

I saw you standing there

In the window

Staring at me

I can’t make out what you’re shouting

Why you are pointing my way

I looked behind me

I saw nothing

So I’ve come closer still


I imagine I’ll enter this place

The spot for which you’ve surely vanished

It’s funny

I can’t help but feel

You haven’t aged a bit

In 20 years…

I’m sure we will be together soon

I love you…

-Your Dearest Maggie-

Entry 246: No One Can Save You Anymore






Down the steps the body is dragged

Still alive, bleeding heavily

It screams

I walk in close

Whispering to it

You will die tonight…

Accept that…

The screams grow as they always do

Shh…no one is going to hear you

Now starts the begging

The pleading for a chance to live

I’ll never say anything to anyone

The same line as always

A heave and a drop

They plop upon my table

Wriggling like the parasite it is

It tries to get away

It’s no use as I strap it down

I can taste the fear at this point

It permeates the air

Almost solid

It feels so real

YES! That’s right…

More of that now…

I love looking into their eyes

Brushing the hair from their face

Watching the tears

Run constantly

Shh…it’s okay

I’ll make sure to kill you

…Nice and slow…

I smile as I always do

Soon taking the buzz saw from the table

Starting it up

I push it close to their face

They are terrified & yet so stiff

Knowing a single wrong move

Will mean a new face


They pissed themselves

All the good ones do

I soak in the smell as

I bring the saw south now…

This one is very afraid

Wouldn’t want to lose what’s between those legs

Does it matter though…

You can’t make kids if you’re dead you know…

…Well, in most cases that’s true…

So without much hesistation

I begin sawing


I grow silent as do they

I can’t have them die too soon

So I take my next tool

Cauterizing the wound!


Their screams ring out

Soon after…

They pass out

I wake them up in time to show

The next step is to take their eyes out

I make sure to do so nice & slow

Taking the blade & slowly pushing it in

The screams raise the fear

The fear tastes so good

It’s beautiful as I continue…

5 minutes go by

I’ve finished with the right eye

I’m careful to clean up all wounds

On to the left

This one I feel should be more quick

I take a nail

Hold it up to their eye

I wait

Let them hit that height of fear



Gone is the left eye

Cleaning out the wound

I tell them it’ll be okay…

Now you’ll only be able to hear what’s happening


…For now…

Laughing, I begin to play

Starting up saws


Anything to keep the sacrifice guessing!

The fear levels raise

It’s a sound most exsquisite

I finally go ahead and do it

I take a knife & saw into the right ear

Slowly removing it

Now it’s time for the left

It’s not over yet my dear

This one I do the same way


I continue to clean all wounds

Checking the vitals

Wouldn’t want you to die too soon

You aren’t unlike the other men in my life

Believing me to be the perfect wife

You couldn’t have known what I really was

Behind the sweet innocent appeal

Was someone who could care less about any of you

I must serve my God quite well

After all

This kind of sacrifice only happens once a year

I must gather your fear, your pain

I must relish it!


It tastes so good

As I remove & eat your tongue

Almost there now

Just got to remove your teeth


With everyone you scream some more

I’m truly sorry my dear

You aren’t speaking clearly


Now I begin cutting your body

Scarring it with our symbology

Soon enough I’ll rip your heart from your chest

But, first…

I’ll play with you

The spiked rod over there

It’s not for beating

It’s for a more internal

…Kind of feeling…

I begin to play

You are going to die soon anyways

So I take it slow

Letting you scream as best as you are able…

When I think you’re almost gone

I take the sacrificial knife



I rip your heart out

Place it on the altar

Leaving behind a final message

For the investigating detective

Then it’s time to go

Having already taken your soul

You are mine now…

-No One Can Save You Anymore-











Entry 245: The Black Winter 9

The clock went off

A quarter past 10

It was too late by then

The act had already been done

No one could help them

The clock sounding off at the same time

A reminder of the madman

As well as the axe

Which took the Black Winter 9

We try not to speak of such times

However the blood speaks through the walls

It screams of tragedy

These walls & halls speak many things

They speak of those trapped within

It is said if you come into the home on

All Hallow’s Eve

You will witness the despair

The utter malevolence…

You will see the axe that put 9 souls to sleep


You’ll know the victims fates

Understanding the meaning

Behind their screams

Be wary though

If you are lucky enough to be let out

You’ll never be the same

*Clock strikes a quarter past 10*

-The Black Winter 9-


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