Feb, 9-
Four months ago, my son died. The coronor's report stated there was nothing unusual about it, trace amounts of THC in the blood, begginings of fatty tissue developing on the liver, but still healthy. I knew my boy wasn't a saint, but he was still a good kid. The report stated that his heart simply stopped beating.
Several of his friends that I had known since he was in grade school didn't show up for the funeral. Some had moved away a long time ago... I assumed they had moved away. But his best friend was not there either. I found out a few weeks later he hadn't been seen at home either.
Then last month I got a call from one of his oldest friends since elementary school. He had moved away during high school to stay with his family.
I informed him of my sons death. I heard him laugh before he responded "another one..." and hung up. That was it. No conversation or anything.He just called me up and reminded me of my son's death before laughing in my face!
I was incensed. I nearly flung my phone against the wall.
I asked around and got the number of a shared acquaintance of theirs so that she could give the p***k a piece of my mind. When I made the call, however, I found out that she too had died. The cause of death was the same as my son's.
I am not a medical expert, but I know healthy young hearts don't just stop for no reason that often.
Asking around I found another friend, also cardiac arrest, then another. I have found 6 so far. I took everything I had to the police and they reopened the case. Starting with that p***k...
feb. 19th-
The police called be today. They want to see me tomorrow about the case. Hopefully something turned up.
feb 20th-
The police had nothing for me. That jerk that called me wasn't involved they say.
The detective was disheveled and looked like he hadn't slept a wink this month. They're obviously overworked and don't care anymore. They missed something and I know it.
"Don't look into this case." they told me "There's nothing in it you want to know."
I asked them if they bothered looking into anything that b*****d that called me. They said he was no more involved than any of the other kids were. That wording bothers me.
mar 17th-
I tracked down that b*****d. He refused to give me a straight answer, he told me that my son had done this to himself, that they all did it to themselves.
I shouted at him about the six others, and told me there was seven. He told me that they had all done something they shouldn't have, and that if I looked into it, each of them died at the same time every year.
Before I could get anything useful out of him he managed to get away. I don't know where he went. I was in mid sentence and suddenly he wasn't there anymore.
mar 18th-
The b*****d was right
mar 20th-
The father of another one of my son's friends approached me today. His daughter died 7 years ago.
He told me his wife heard about another one of the kids dying the next year, and the year after. She started looking into it. A few years ago she passed on, and told him everything was written in her notes. She made him promise not to read them, but he said he never promised he couldn't give the notes to someone else.
mar 22nd-
I've poured over the notes and for lack of a better term, they are crazytalk. Theres something in here about a ritual she found in the diary of her child. I have read it countless times, it calls for a sacrifice of human blood.
My boy could never be involved in something like this.
apr 3rd-
It's just 1 dead end after another. Anyone who knows anything halfway useful is dead or talks about some crazy non-sense. I think someone's trying to hide what is going on from me.
oct 15th-
That b*****d showed up at my house today, he told me everything and told me not to look any further.
He said that 8 years ago, my son and several others, including him, had found a book that showed some ritual that was supposed to reveal ancient secrets to those involved.
Nine were required. One person for each of the eight secrets, and the ninth to power the ritual with blood.
They were just a bunch of kids experimenting with something they thought was magic. Furthermore, the ritual never said how much blood was needed. They thought one of them would just p***k their finger and drip some blood in the circle and the magic would work.
It did, but it didn't go the way they intended. They each drew straws to see who would have to miss out, and if it worked hey got to be next. The youngest out of them, a girl who was only fourteen drew the short straw. Her name was Kaitlyn.
They began the ritual and in the middle of it, they offered up her blood for sacrifice. She only made a little cut, but the blood came out at incredible speeds and seemed to hover in front of her, taking some kind of shape. They realized the spindly interwoven strands forming the shapes had to be blood vessels. It was like all of the girl's veins and arteries leaped out of her and stood on their own a few feet away.
She was screaming the whole time. They all tried to run over to help her, bandage her up, do anything to stop the bleeding, but my son stopped them. He reminded them that if the ritual failed the same thing would happen to all of them.
They stood by and watched as this poor girl was turned inside out. Eventually her heart ripped itself out of her chest and moved into the free standing blood vessels, then her bones, then her insides, and everything else that exists within a human body, one layer after the next, until finally her empty skin wrapped itself around the new Kaitlyn, who slowly paced around the circle they had formed.
She leaned in and whispered, in an inhuman voice, words that they couldn't bear to listen to. But with the horrible guttural utterings came understanding.
Each understood only what was told to them, and each was allowed one question and a boon was gained from it.
The b*****d didn't know what the others had earned, but he had learned how to trick the minds of others, allowing him to hide in plain sight by making others not want to see him.
There was a cost though, at this time every year, one of them dies just like Kaitlyn did.
I asked him why he told me this now, why he didn't tell me on the phone, I was certain he was insane and was trying to buy time to call for help.
He told me that my son had asked for a way to stop their fate from happening, he had hoped there was still a chance of living, as it was his time soon.
He couldn't tell me earlier, because if any of them ever told about that night, they would die, and so would the person they told it to. He told me now, because he wanted my help. The creature could not kill someone without first giving them a secret as well. He would tell me his secret and the girl would come, then I would ask it how we could protect ourselves so that it couldn't hurt us.
By this point I had made it to the kitchen, and to the counter where I keep my gun. I was reaching for it when suddenly the front door burst open and a young girl walked straight to us.
The b*****d tried to run to me, shouting for me to ask the questions, but never made it. His entire body turned itself inside-out before my eyes, before rebuilding itself a few feet away. The worst part is that he was screaming long after his lungs had been ripped away.
Kaitlyn walked to me and whispered a secret into my ear that I dare not write on these pages in fear that they are nothing more than another figment of my diseased mind.
Without thinking I gasped "why?" at the creature as it was walking away.
"Because Kaitlyn wanted it this way." the girl responded.
I have a year before she comes back for me. I would kill myself now to escape from her if I didn't know what was waiting for me if I did it.
I can only hope, that if anyone else reads this, it isn't enoug to send the girl after them.
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