Seven days. I’ve been living in Hell for seven fucking days. These things. These fucking monsters. I don’t know what else to call them. God, he wont let me stop typing. “Tell them everything Johnny boy” he keeps saying. I can’t tell you, whoever you are. It hurts too much. So he can go the fuck to Hell where he belongs I aint telling you shit.
He cut off my right leg. “Disobedience has its consequences Johnny boy”, that fuck. He’s taken everything from me. I’m so numb on the inside. So dead. But he can still hurt me. And it hurts so much. He says I have to tell you what happened seven days ago.
God we were all just having dinner. My son, Aiden, my little boy. I can’t do this..
He took my tongue and my left leg. I feel like I am nothing. But I still hurt. Now he’s watching me type this. He’s still smiling. My son Aiden had been telling us of a man who had been watching him. A tall man. Without a face. I still cant believe he’s real. But he is. He’s the reason I can still type, and the reason I don’t pass out from the pain. Somehow he keeps me awake. His stare is almost soothing, like morphine. He must be a demon. Aiden had been seeing him almost everyday. And then we saw him. The day the Habit broke down our door. He grabbed Julie, my wife. I can still hear her crying in my head. I ran to help her but the Habit just kicked me across the room. IT WAS AWESOME HE FLEW LIKE TEN FEET, WENT THROUGH THE KITCHEN WALL HAHA. That was the Habit. I tried to get up but I saw the tall man, and I couldn’t stand. He was wearing a suit of all things. He just walked away. And Aiden went with him. I screamed for him. He didn’t even turn around. He just took my little Aiden. The Habit took us to the basement. He hurt Julie constantly; He didn’t even so much as scratch me. Just kept making me watch him and Julie. THE BITCH LOVED IT. Fuck this.
He cut off my genitals. Wont let me stop typing. When he was hurting Julie, I pleaded for him to stop. Then I pleaded for him to kill her. He just turned up our cd player. The same song, 19-2000. On the 5th day she died. Not even the tall man could keep her alive any longer. They say Im done. Whoever he wants me to write this to, I hope to God you don’t end up like us.