I woke up early because I am so excited about my plan, and I know Mang Berto is not going to fail me. I know he will bring Ross to me and I am so excited to have my revenge on him. Like what I did to the others. I shot Kevin on his head, stabbed Alex, cut Gin’s throat and now, it is time for Ross to pay for what he did to me. I am thinking about the game that will make my revenge more exciting and thrilling, of course; I want him to feel each pain that he caused me from his head to toes. Through it. I know I will gain satisfaction from him. I will follow Eigner David until the last breed of the demons die. They deserve hell, not the earth. I will just put them back to the place where they are supposed to be, with their friends.
I took the bread out from the bag and started eating it. Good thing that the bread is still good to eat and it still tastes good. Even though there's
“The clock is ticking and you are searching for the knife that can be your weapon… or use against you” The whispered inside my head is singing while I visualize every corner of the house, and listen to his footsteps. I can still hear his heavy breathing too and I know he is trying to open the back door, but he is just wasting his time opening it because I locked it from the outside.“Doo… doo… doo… The clock is ticking and you are searching for the knife that can be your weapon… or use against you” The song that I invent inside my head while my eyes are still closed waiting for the time to be over and he is dead.I heard some noises that I know he made. He is lifting a hard c
I stare at the dead Ross and feel nothing while holding my phone, because he deserved to die. Now it’s time for Eigner to pay for everything that he did to me. I remember how he carried me just to give me to the hungry demons. I remember how he looked at me, how he looked into my eyes while abusing me. He is cold and numb. Numb to hear my cry and feel my pain, but now I am the one who is numb and cold now. I want to cry but my tears are already dry, because crying is what I have been doing since I was a child.I sat on the couch and looked at Ross, sitting dead on the chair. I didn’t expect that I would get him that easy. Next is Eigner and I took another photo of Ross and photos of me too. Photos of the blood on my face, to make him nervous and convince him to come. I will use the photos to trap Einger. I need the fly to come on my web so that I can rip him into pieces, and
He is the last line of the demons who planted a seed in me. A seed of pain and hatred that had already grown for a long time that it’s already inside of me, and when I got tired of stabbing him. I sat beside him and saw him not moving. He is already dead. I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat on my forehead. His blood was all over me and I leaned on the wall and saw the cabinet was open, where I hid the knife. I stood up to check if the knife was there but I was surprised when I saw it was no longer there. I checked all the boxes inside the cabinet but I didn’t find the knife. I checked it under the cabinet because maybe I accidentally dropped it and kicked it, but it was not under the cabinet. I tried to remember where I put the knife even though I know where I put it. I remember I put the knife from one of those boxes inside the cabinet, but I don't know why it is no longer there, because if Einger found it. He will use it on me and kill me. I kn
We are all excited about preparing for our tour to Baguio because we will have our documentary shoot there for our school project because it's one of the requirements for us to graduate. We will shoot all the historical places in Baguio such as the Battle of Irisan Historic Site, Camp John Hay Cemetery 2, the Keystones of Baguio, and the Heritage Hill Nature Park Garden. We are all excited because we need to go to all of those places to shoot for our documentary project.By the way, I am Irish Stephen and I am a college student taking a mass communication course at Springville University. And if you are asking why my last name is Stephen. It is because my dad is a veteran soldier who died last year and he is an American who married a Filipina nurse and that is my mom. My mom is a retired nurse and now she is busy managing her business. A restaurant that served great foods and unforgettable memories i
I woke up in a place that wasn’t familiar to me. I am naked and only a white blanket is covering my body. I removed the blanket because I can’t breathe and I feel hot too. Like my skin will get burnt and that makes it hard for me to breathe. I am sweating a lot. I looked around while wrapping the blanket on me because I am naked. I tried to find my clothes but it’s gone. I don’t know what happened but I remember that our bus fell off a cliff and now I am here. In a dark, hot place that smells like sulfur, garbage, rotten and dead flesh. I don’t know but I feel suddenly scared when I hear voices. They are screaming, crying, mourning and most of them are asking for help and I don’t know why and I don’t even know where the voices came from. It seems that they are everywhere. I feel a little shiver as I continue walking trying to find a way out. Each step that I made I felt stones and sand on my feet and I kept lo
I woke up sweating. I was gasping for air to breathe and I heard a woman crying beside me. I immediately removed the blanket and plastic that was covering me and I saw my mom crying beside me. She is the woman that I heard crying. Her eyes were swollen because of crying too much. I looked at her and she was looking at me too. Scared, shocked, and emotionless. She froze when she saw me and I guess she didn't know what to do if she will scream or run away.“What’s going on?” I asked while looking around. My throat and lips are dry, which is why my voice is a little husky. I am in a room that I cannot recognize with her. I am lying on a tile that looks like a bed. I am inside the half-closed body bag and I am naked. I have a bracelet too with my name and a date on it. I tried to walk but I am too weak. My legs are shaking. I can’t even stand up but still, I am forci
AFTER ONE YEAR After one year of isolating myself because of the tragic death that I experienced. I now decided to go on with my life. I need to be strong for myself because I know Jayvee will be upset if he sees me hopeless and dying and my mom will be upset too. Every day she is getting older and older, weaker and weaker. I don't want her to see me weak and lifeless because if it is hard for me; it is hard for her too. That is why I need to be strong. Life must go on, half of me is always reminding me that I need to get back on my feet and make myself whole again while the other half is telling me to stop breathing because of the pain of losing someone that I love. Not just Jayvee but dad too when he died two years ago; He left mama and me a pain that is so indescribable. That is why I don’t want to be selfish to my mother who is trying to be strong for me. I want to be strong too.
I have never been the same since the accident. I feel like something is wrong with me. The visions that I saw before the accident are getting intense. I feel like I am not the same anymore. I am getting weirder and weirder too. I can hear voices from the dead. I can see scary things that only my eyes can see, I can see visions and weird, scary scenarios and I can read minds too but not much.It’s in the middle of the night and I can’t sleep because I can still remember the accident and the pain is killing me. I am alone in my bed, keep tossing and turning for me to find the comfortable position to make me sleep but no matter how many times I keep on turning. It is still the same. I can't sleep. The past is haunting me every time I close my eyes and my chest is getting tight because of the pain. I checked my phone and I saw Devon’s message when I asked him what he was d