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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Entry 244: All Fall

I stare upon worlds

I see all realities

I am invincible

One day

I will visit your reality

I am more powerful than Death

More terrifying than the Devil or God

With a simple gaze

I can erase you from existence

There is nothing you can do

I consume all

I bring about the end

I can destroy time

End realities

You cannot fathom

My power

No man nor God

Will ever stop me…

One by one

All fall

The horrors on their faces

The screams of their souls

It all is necessary

Realities need to be cleansed

Existences ended

In the end

…All fall…

You shouldn’t run in fear

Just accept it

(The rest is missing)

-All Fall-

Entry 243: File 01

I’ve seen quite a few odd things in my day. As a Detective you can come across some wild things. Still, few are like these ones. I just label them as files to keep things rather discreet. The truth is they are cases I haven’t quite solved or for which there was some mystery behind that couldn’t be explained.

I’ve been a Detective for about 12 years. I’ve seen some crazy things. File 01 was the first case that left me a bit perplexed. It starts off simple enough. A family is attacked in their home.

The place is broken into, the Father, a Timothy Williams fights back & takes an armed suspect down fairly easily. That isn’t what was such a mystery though. A few months go by & their home is broken into again. According to Gracie, an 89 year old neighbor that called us when the assault happened, this is how it went.

She claimed she’d seen 5, heavily body armored men kick in the door. She said they all seemed to be holding shotguns. Suddenly things get quiet & about 4 minutes later she sees the 5 men walk out into the middle of the street, drop down to their knees & blow their own heads off!

Shortly after, we arrived, questioned everyone & got her story as well as the families. I brought in Timothy for questioning but he didn’t seem too shaken. In fact, he seemed disturbingly calm, considering the situation.

Timothy corroborated Gracie’s story but, acted as though he wasn’t sure why they did what they did. I had nothing I could do at the moment so we considered the deaths suicide. A year passes by, and a black SUV rolls up to their vehicle while driving one day in front of about 7 eye witnesses. They lower their window and point a gun at the families vehicle.

There is screaming from the SUV & then suddenly it speeds ahead & into traffic. A semi side swiped the vehicle & all passengers died. I interviewed Timothy who calmly said he wasn’t sure why anyone was after him. I looked into his background & there was nothing…no reason what so ever for anyone to keep harassing Timothy & his family, unless they were connected to the previous attempts.

Still, why continue? There haven’t been any further attempts on Timothy or his families lives. I offered to put them into protective custody, give them new identities, help them out and try to keep them safe.

Timothy smiled & told me, they’d be fine.

“These things have a way of working themselves out” he said.

A couple weeks go by & one of our own gets up in the middle of the night & walks out the window of his apartment (20 stories up). He dies obviously. Upon further investigation it was found he had ties to those who attacked Timothy’s family.

We don’t have all the details but, we have enough to say he definitively was involved with the other deceased individuals. One of our own, right under our noses & he’d have gotten away with it if he hadn’t committed “Suicide”.

Included in this file is a note I received from Timothy. It read as follows:


Some things are best left a mystery. 


23-5 19-5-5 1-12-12

-File 01-

Entry 242: What’s The First Thing You See?

We see you

Staring at your screen

We know your darkest secrets

The things you won’t say


You are thinking about them now

No worries

We aren’t here to expose you

No, we are here to make you an offer

A 2nd chance of sorts

We can give you anything


The deal though

Goes like this

We will periodically check on you

Anytime you see our symbol

You’ll know

We are watching you

We see all

You have a chance to have anything…

All you have to do

Is complete a series of tests

Are you ready?

If you are reading this

We assume you are…

The first test is simple

Close your eyes…

-What’s The First Thing You See?-


Entry 241: The News

I watch you consume my art

All of you


It does not matter the side you sit on

Where your beliefs are

We are connected

The more you consume

The more you hate

The more you hate

The more you kill!

Sure, maybe all of you won’t


You’ll sit there & fight

Call one another names!

It’s all so perfect

Because you are blind to my games!

I’ll make money

I’ll profit from your pain!

You’ll sit there, playing puppet to everything!

You can’t fight what you can’t see

Those who see the truth

No one will ever believe

That’s the beauty of my game

I’ll always win

No matter how it ends

You feel you need me

Years of conditioning make it so

I mean,

You can’t be left in the dark

Can you?

If you don’t follow or listen to what I say

You’ll be out of touch

On everything…

Such a beautiful web I spin

With ever single story I give

Tonight we have the most heartbreaking story

A life taken without sense

Oh, look, they played video games

Must be the fault of the creators

All who play such things are evil

Oh, you changed the channel?

That’s okay,

You’ll eventually go to a channel

More in line with your beliefs

You’ll consume your beliefs there

Like a carnivore out for blood

Instead though

You eat tasty delicious stories!

You can watch me on TV

See me on your social media feed

I exist in all realities

There is no escape from me

While you consume me

I control you

Oh look, it’s 10

Looks like it’s time for some more

Of your favorite feed

Controlling your mind

The second the red light says live

Hello Black Winter…

…This is…

-The News-

Entry 240: The Photographer: Photos #2 & 3- Ed & Jane

A photograph tells a story

It speaks to you

The best ones

Come alive for you

I have a gallery

Polaroid filled halls

Every photo

A different story is told

If you look closer though

The photos can take you places

I quite often use them to keep people’s souls

That old myth has a truth to it

A photo can be many things

It can be a keeper of souls

A window to another world

A story being told

It all depends on the photographer

Their intent

I use mine quite often,

To put away those who deserve it

The first one I took

You might have seen

It was of a man

Claiming a demon was within him

In the end

I lured him away

Took the photo

Trapped him within

Put the photo on a corkboard

Shutting it in a dark room permanently


If I pass by at the right time of night

I can still hear him screaming

As the kids, his victims

Murder him over & over again

It’s not always the bad I put away though

My 2nd photo is a bit different

An old man, in love with his wife

Didn’t want to die

I told him I could take a photograph

It would show the best of him

I’d send it to his wife

To keep & to hold

Then, when she was close to passing

I’d take one of her too

The man died of brain cancer

It was aggressive…

He died quickly

His wife had known him many years

She’d been in love for even longer

They’d been married for 75 years in total

She passed shortly after his death

She claimed she wanted to see her Edward again

It was so sweet

It touched my heart really…

So, she passed in her sleep

I could sense it was coming

I took a photograph of her the night before

It came out nicely

Then I put his & her photographs together

In their own room

Now, they spend an eternity

Reliving their best years

Making new memories too

It’s a truly beautiful thing, really…

So often I take photos of macabre things

Murders, suicides, deranged killers

So this was a nice change of pace

Simply knowing

Edward & Jane would be happy eternally…

Safe from this place…

…Black Winter will never reach them…

-The Photographer: Photos #2 & 3- Ed & Jane-