Anonymous Fri 05 Jul 2024 06:34:39 No.67135736 Report

Quoted By: >>67135966

>>67135543
spooky. Ripley thinks he's gotten away with it. But then fang moves out telling him she knows he killed anon. She cant prove it but she knows. After she leaves Ripley starts to spiral. Think the Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe

Anonymous Fri 05 Jul 2024 06:51:45 No.67135966 Report

Quoted By: >>67136098 >>67136186 >>67136240

>>67135736
>The house really does feel empty without her...
>She left a few days ago, not even a goodbye, just simply packed up her things, and let the wind take her.
>My wife is still in shambles, Naser and I haven't spoken.
>And I sit in my chair, alone, looking at my throphy collection, a glass of whiskey in hand.
>Another fiery gulp, which eases my thoughts.
>"Look at what you've done."
>The voice startles me, I look around to see if it's Naser, but no one is home besides me...
>"Alright, show yourself!"
>I shout, no home intruder is going to scare me
>"I'm here."
>The voice isn't far, it's close.
>I look in it's direction, only to be meet with my kills...their dead eyes staring into me.
>But, I notice one of them is different
>One of them that I didn't carve
>It's him
>"You've broken your family, and for what?"
>I grimace, am I already drunk?
>"There is no one to blame here but yourself!"
>My hand phases through the carved head, no matter how much I try and rip it from the wall, it isn't there
>"You wanted to safeguard your daughter, and look at what you did, who knows what she is doing now, think you'll ever see her again?"
>"You're just a figment of imagination, leave me alone!"
>"Figment? Oh, I assure you, I am very real"
>I clutch my head, feeling my brain thump against my skull.
>No matter how many swigs I take from the bottle, the voice doesn't stop, it just keeps going, and going, and going.
>"And what about your son? I was his friend."
>"A friend? You're nothing but a pest! You and the rest of your kind!"
>My heart is racing, and it feels like my brain is going to explode from my skull.
>That featureless face, that sly grin, that same one he had plastered on his face when he looked at my daughter.
>"I did her a favor! Cutting you out of her life! You'd be nothing but a bad influence!"
>"How would you know? After all, you never even gave me a chance."
>I throw the empty bottle of alcohol, it shatters against the wall, and yet, it's all in vain
Con

Anonymous Fri 05 Jul 2024 07:02:31 No.67136098 Report

Quoted By: >>67136186 >>67136240

>>67135966
>I've already gone through all of the alcohol in the house, and yet he still doesn't shut up
>No matter how high I turn the TV, or what room I end up going too, his voice is still echoing in my head, making sly remarks about me
>I was doing my best to save my family from wretched monkeys like him! What gives him the right to pester me, as his still rotting corpse is eaten by maggots!
>I can barely control my body, moving in and out of a drunken haze as his voice gnaws at my sanity, festering into a paranoia
>My worst fears are realized when I see the police car roll up.
>Two officers leave from within, as I grab my hunting rifle.
>I see them get closer and closer, unaware that I have my sights trained on them.
>They are here to get me, the dirty human sympathizers, I bet they'll take me up to the forest and off me, like I did him!
>But I won't let them.
>The first one falls to the floor, clutching his neck as he gurgles on blood
>The other tries to make a run for cover, but he doesn't make it far.
>I see his head part, and he falls to the floor.
>As I sit in silence, I realize that the cop car isn't empty.
>There is someone else inside.
>My heart sinks, as those familiar amber eyes match mine, my thoughts drowning underneath the wave of his cackles...

Fin