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June 14, 2013, will be my last day
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In this world, things that are unknown and incomprehensible are often frightening
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My name is Gin. I'm a middle-class college student who loves playing games. I'm 17 years old. Today, I'm alone at home.
My parents and younger brother are on vacation and won't be back until tomorrow.
Today is June 13, 2013. I'm currently sitting on the sofa, feeling lazy, and watching TV. My phone is charging, which is why I'm watching TV.
I usually spend my days playing games. Sometimes, I watch porn if I'm bored. Or I watch anime or read comics. That's my life. Pretty boring, huh?
I want to experience a tragedy. I think it would make my life more colorful.
The clock strikes 1:00 PM. I lazily get up from the sofa. It's time for lunch. I always eat lunch at 1:00 PM.
I go to the supermarket and buy two instant noodles with two eggs. Then, I head back home.
I feel like my house has an eerie atmosphere. It's as if it's not supposed to be here. When you look at it, you feel a creepy sensation that makes you shiver. It's like it's a forbidden place.
My parents say this house is an inheritance from someone in the past. That's what they told me. Of course, I don't believe it.
I asked the neighbors, and they all say the same thing. But there's one old man who died two years ago who told me that my house used to be a gathering place for a crazy cult.
They performed strange rituals, had creepy paintings, and other horrifying things.
There were also two statues with weird designs that they worshiped as gods. One of them looked like a human curled up, but with an octopus face, wings on its back, and slimy hands.
The statue seemed to represent destruction and abomination.
The other one was more abstract. It looked like a bunch of tentacles with countless eyes. It seemed to represent decay, madness, chaos, and omnipotence.
The statues also had inscriptions in an unknown language. It's as if they weren't from this world.
The old man told me about other creepy things, like cannibalism and rituals with strange movements. I didn't listen further because what he said was too detailed and disgusting.
After hearing the old man's story, I went home and continued playing games. I didn't care about what he said. I thought maybe my parents were right.
I arrived at the gate of my house. Inside, there's a big house suitable for dozens of people to live in. In front of the gate, there's a plate with the writing, "Leonhart Family House".
I opened the gate, walked along the path, and entered the house. Then, I went straight to the kitchen to cook my noodles.
I don't know why, but when I'm alone, my house always feels creepy. It even makes me shiver sometimes.
In my house, there's an antique mirror in the living room, to the right of the TV, and in the corner of the wall. The mirror has an unusual pattern that's abstract and inexplicable. I feel like if I understand it, I'll go crazy.
After cooking my noodles, I went to the living room. In the mirror, I saw my reflection. I don't know if it's because I closed the curtains, but my reflection in the mirror looked a bit dark.
Then, I sat down and watched TV while eating. After finishing my lunch, I took the dirty plate to the sink. After washing it, I went back to watching TV.
After almost 30 minutes of watching, I felt sleepy. Without realizing it, I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep, with the TV still on.
And, while I was sleeping, the mirror's reflection distorted. The TV's sound became distorted too. Then, the TV changed to a black panel with a round dot in the center.
If I woke up, I'd be shocked. Because, the dot wasn't something I could understand! No, it's beyond human understanding!
The dot grew bigger and pulsed. Haha, if I saw it, I'd definitely go crazy because my brain isn't meant to comprehend it!
The dot pulsed and... an eyeball appeared!
The eyeball had many patterns and elements. One pattern seemed to contain infinite elements. And the eyeball was staring at me.
The eyeball had a pupil with a cross shape.
In the mirror, the distortion ended, and a black color, like the one on the TV, appeared. But, there was no dot in the mirror.
Slowly, the black color disappeared. And then, a figure's reflection appeared in the mirror.
The reflection showed a figure with a human posture, but with an octopus face, wings on its back, and slimy hands. A disgusting creature!
If I saw it, I'd know that it's the same as the statue described by the old man.
The appearance of the figure caused a tremor in my house. No, not just my house, but the entire complex. An earthquake was happening.
The figure in the reflection examined me carefully. Then, after a few seconds that felt like ten years, it disappeared.
The anomalies disappeared, the earthquake stopped, and the TV returned to normal.
Before the anomalies disappeared, the eyeball on the TV also stared at me and closed its eye.
Time passed. I woke up, looking at the ceiling. I blinked a few times and yawned before getting up.
I looked at the TV and turned it off. Then, I looked at the big clock behind me. It's already 4:50 PM.
I got up from the sofa and headed to my room. My house is big, but it's only one floor. It has 15 rooms.
I'm too lazy to explain the structure of my house. The important thing is, my room has the number 13 on the door.
After reaching my door, I opened it and entered. My room is quite big, but it only has a few things, like a bed, AC, study table, and a small bookcase where I keep my comics.
Without thinking much, I jumped onto the bed. I put my phone, which was charging, next to the pillow. I took my phone and opened it. I saw some messages, but I ignored them. Most of them were from school.
School is a bit boring... I thought.
I ignored the school messages and started playing games. Without realizing it, it was already night.
I looked at the time, and it was 8:00 PM. I turned off my phone and got up from the bed. Then, I headed to the door and went out.
Like this afternoon, I went to the supermarket and bought noodles with eggs. Then, I headed back home.
I greeted some neighbors on the way back. When I was in front of the gate, I felt like there was an aura surrounding my house. An evil, cruel, disgusting, and destructive aura.
I blinked and rubbed my eyes. Then, I sighed. It was just my imagination.
I entered the house and remembered the backyard. My mom asked me to water the flowers.
I entered the house and put the groceries on the dining table. Then, I went to the backyard.
The backyard is located in the north. The dining room is in the south, and the living room isn't far from it. My room is in the west, and so is my brother's room. My parents' room is in the east.
I reached the door with the number 14 on it. The numbers on the doors are random. They aren't in order.
I opened the door and saw the flower garden. I walked along the path, carrying a watering can. After a few meters, I stopped because I saw a mound of soil. It looked like someone had dug it recently.
I frowned and walked towards it. I stomped on the soil until it was flat. I wondered why there were so many rats in my house.
Then, I continued watering the flowers. What I didn't know was that the mound wasn't made by rats, but by someone else.
If I had dug it, I would have seen what was buried there. If I saw it, I would have hyperventilated.
Because what was buried there was a statue. One of them was an octopus-like creature with a human posture, curled up, with wings on its back. The other one was a statue with a bunch of tentacles and many eyes.
The two statues had strange designs and looked very ancient. Even if someone saw them, they would feel that the statues weren't from Earth. Even if examined, the stone used to make the statues didn't seem like Earth's stone.
They would feel that the statues had existed even before Earth existed. It's as if the statues depicted a high existence that had been there since the formation of the universe. That was what I didn't realize.
I ignored the soil and continued my work. After finishing, I returned to the dining table and cooked noodles. After eating, I turned off the lights. Almost all the lights in my house were turned off. Only my room, my brother's room, and my parents' room had their lights left on.
After that, I entered my room and pushed the door lazily, so it didn't close completely. Unknowingly, I left a gap in the door, so I could see the room outside to a certain extent.
I continued playing games. I lay down with my phone in my hand. Time passed. I was already too lazy to play games, so I switched to YouTube.
After more than an hour since I finished eating, thirty minutes passed. I switched from YouTube to the web and watched porn.
After getting bored, I watched a drama. And that's how the night passed.
Dentang! Unknowingly, it's already midnight. I switched back to games, and thirty minutes passed. Then, I watched porn again. Then, at exactly 1:00 AM, I turned off my phone. I walked towards the light switch not far from the bed.
As I was about to turn off the light, I heard a sound.
The sound was soft. Although it was soft, I could feel a sound of footsteps. Initially, it was far, but then it got closer. I thought, 'is that my mom's footsteps? Are they already home?'
Before I could turn off the light, I walked towards the door. At that time, my mind was racing. My breathing quickened. My hands were shaking.
Because, outside my room, there was a silhouette. The silhouette depicted a figure with an octopus head and wriggling tentacles.
It might be my hallucination. But, no matter how many times I blinked, the silhouette was still there.
And also, I saw tentacles, which were initially just a shadow, appear outside my room. It was real! A pungent stench attacked me, making me want to vomit. This was real!
The wriggling tentacles had a very foul smell.
The tentacles had slime and tumors that burst and reformed. Initially, there was only one, but in an instant, dozens of wriggling tentacles appeared! They were coming from the living room!
The sound of footsteps got closer. Then, without thinking, I ran towards the door and closed it. The sound of footsteps got louder. It was as if a big stone was falling from a height. I was hyperventilating. I covered my mouth and tried to control my breathing. What was this? What kind of anomaly was this?
If it was just a silhouette with tentacles, I might think it's just a prank by my parents and brother. But, the stench, and the way the tentacles wriggled, and the tumors that burst and reformed, it was too real. Especially the footsteps, I couldn't lie to myself.
Slowly, it got closer. Then, I heard a voice. The voice was like someone was mumbling a prayer. "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh el'myet wgah'nagl yr'oldw." I didn't know what the creature was mumbling. It wasn't a language I knew!
I didn't care about it anymore, because I felt the footsteps getting closer. Then, the sound of footsteps disappeared. It disappeared? No, it was in front of the door! That's what I thought. I didn't dare to breathe. I was scared.
Luckily, my room didn't have a window. If it did... it would add to my fear. Then, I covered my nose and mouth. I blocked the oxygen so it wouldn't enter my brain. So I could faint. I wanted to get rid of this anxiety by fainting.
One minute passed, I felt dizzy. Please, please, go away. I prayed. Jesus, Buddha, Brahma, and others. I prayed to all the gods I knew.
Two minutes passed.
Cepluk!
At that time, I was curled up, and was blocking oxygen from entering my body. I then lifted my head, because I felt water dripping. And at that time, it was the most regrettable moment. Because, above me, an octopus face filled with tentacles and disgusting tumors, was in my sight.
Although I covered my nose and mouth, I could feel the disgusting smell entering my senses.
The creature was right above my head. At that time, the world seemed to stop. There was only me and the monster's gaze.
We stared at each other. Then, it opened its "mouth". And... Wahh!!
I breathed heavily.
My whole body was sweating. I looked around and realized that I was sleeping on the bed. It was all just a dream. I breathed quickly. After a minute, I tried to calm myself down. Then, I lay down. I sighed. Although I felt a bit sleepy, I didn't dare to sleep.
I looked at my phone. I opened it and saw that it was already 8:00 AM. Today was the 13th.
Ten minutes passed. During that time, I was just staring blankly. I slowly got up and went out of the room.
The bathroom was right next to my room. I entered it and took a shower. Five minutes passed while I was in the bathroom. Then, I went out. I wore a towel and went to my room to change clothes.
I went out again after changing clothes. I went to the living room. In the living room, there was nothing unusual. The ancient mirror, TV, antique clock, sofa, table, and... statues. Two statues were lying on the table.
One was an octopus-like creature with a human-like posture, curled up, with bat wings on its back. The other one looked like a bunch of tentacles with many eyes.
Seeing that, I smiled. Chtu--- and Azz---- Those were the names of the statues. The statues had been keeping me company for a long time.
Maybe since I was five years old. Someone gave them to me. I didn't remember who, but they were a kind person.
I walked towards the two statues and picked them up, then hugged them. "You know, Chtu----, Azza----, I had a bad dream last night...", I spoke as if they were my confidants. When I called "Chtu----", I looked at the octopus-like statue. And when I called "Azza----", I looked at the statue that looked like a bunch of tentacles.
After talking to them a lot, the bell rang. Ding-dong! Hearing the bell, I got up and put down my two "friends" and walked towards the door. Then, I opened it. My parents and brother had just arrived home.
My dad had a quite handsome face, with sharp eyebrows and disheveled hair. My mom was also beautiful, with a white face and silver hair tied in a ponytail, and blue eyes, a perfect combination.
My brother had a similar appearance to my mom. Although he was a boy, he looked quite cute. He had short silver hair and blue eyes.
They then entered, and I chatted with them while walking. My brother showed off his trip to me. But, I ignored him.
Then, we arrived at the living room. At that time, what I didn't realize was, in the reflection of the ancient mirror, my parents and brother weren't human. But, something else!
My dad had a strange and disgusting appearance. On his face, there was no mouth, nose, or eyebrows, only eyes. The eyes were more than twenty in number.
Each eye had more than fifteen pupils, and each pupil had another pupil inside.
It went on like that. His back was slightly hunched. And there was a big tumor with pus flowing from it. His hair turned into wriggling tentacles. His hands and feet turned into lumps of flesh with many eyes. It was very disgusting.
My mom had a similarly disgusting appearance. She had no eyes, nose, or eyebrows on her face. On her face, there was only a mouth. It was wide, from her forehead to her chin.
And it was always opening and closing, as if she was breathing. And her stomach was bulging. What's more frightening was, her bulging stomach was twitching.
As if something was moving inside her stomach. Her hands and feet turned into wriggling tentacles. And her hair turned into a bunch of snakes.
The last one was my brother. He turned into a lump of flesh like Pou. But, the lump of flesh was as big as my thigh. And he had many mouths and eyes. And they were all... looking at me.
Then, the reflection in the mirror distorted and returned to 'normal' when I turned around and faced the mirror. I reflexively turned around because I felt someone was watching me. But, my intuition was very bad. Then, we spent time chatting. I felt there was nothing unusual about it. Their appearance was the same as I knew.
Then, we chatted for a long time until 11:00 AM. After that, we ate together. After finishing eating, I returned to my room and played games. I lay down on the bed.
Time passed, two hours had gone by. It was now 1:00 PM, lunchtime. I went to the kitchen and ate. My brother was on the sofa watching TV. He was ignoring the statues placed on the table in front of him. Meanwhile, my mom was washing clothes.
My dad was working on his office tasks with his laptop. This was the usual routine at my house. And I was bored with my life being so normal.
I read a lot of books about tragedies, and because of tragedies, their lives became more colorful. I wanted to experience that too... I smiled and shook my head.
Time passed slowly, I switched from playing games to reading a book. In my room, most of them were notebooks or diaries.
I've been writing in that book since I was four years old. And sometimes, I re-read it. Currently, I was reading a manga. The title was "Tokyo Ghoul", it was about a person named Kaneki Ken, who experienced a tragedy. I really liked this book. Not only was the story interesting, but the characters also felt 'alive'.
The author didn't just focus the story on the main character, every character had their own development and internal conflicts. What I liked the most was the theme of Existentialism experienced by the main character.
As I read, time passed. An hour had gone by. After finishing volume six of the book,
I put it back on the shelf. I went out of my room and headed to the living room. From the living room window, I could see the rain falling. I intended to buy some snacks, but it was raining now. For some reason,
I felt uneasy and also felt like I was being watched. I turned around and looked at the two statues on the table. I shook my head and thought; 'how could they be watching me...'
I walked to the sofa and sat down. I picked up the Cht--- statue and stroked it as if it was a cat. Boom! I was startled by the sound of thunder and hugged Cht---.
Coincidentally, when the thunder and lightning struck, a figure appeared in the reflection of the ancient mirror. A figure with an octopus head, bat wings on its back, and webbed hands. Its eyes were red and had many strange patterns all over its body. The creature in the mirror's reflection was the same as the statue I was holding.
I didn't notice it, because the 'projection' disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Was it just my imagination, but my house now felt a bit darker. Not just darker, but I also felt a creepy, anxious feeling, as if something was wrong.
I distracted myself and looked around. Was the electricity out? That's what I thought.
Although I distracted myself, I still felt the creepy, anxious, scared, and worried feeling. I tried to calm myself down by taking slow breaths. After a minute, I felt a bit calmer. I put the Cht--- statue on the table and got up from the sofa.
I went to the cabinet in the living room. The cabinet was lined up with an antique wall clock. I opened the cabinet and opened every drawer to find candles.
After finding candles, I took two and closed the cabinet door. I then walked back to the table and put the candles down. I went back to my room to get a lighter. After getting it, I returned to the living room and lit the candles. One candle I placed next to the Cht--- statue and the other next to Azza---.
Was it just my imagination or what, but I felt like Their eyes were glowing. Ignoring it, I went to my brother's room. When I turned around,
I didn't notice that fog had appeared from the Cht--- statue. The fog spread quickly and suddenly filled the entire house. A creepy atmosphere enveloped everything instantly. But for some reason, I didn't notice anything unusual about the atmosphere.
It was as if I couldn't see the fog. But, the creepy, anxious, and worried feeling enveloped me again. I didn't know why this was happening.
The uncomfortable feeling haunted me.
I went to my brother's room. My brother's room was in the west, not far from my room. When I looked at my brother's room, I saw red liquid flowing under the door. I was shocked and worried.
Seeing this, I immediately ran towards his room. I knocked on the door and asked if he was inside.
After ten seconds, my brother replied that he was inside. Hearing my brother's voice made the worried feeling inside me disappear. He said he was playing games. I asked why there was 'blood' flowing from his room.
Then my brother replied that it wasn't blood, just spilled dye, he said he accidentally spilled it. I dipped my hand in the red liquid and smelled it. It did smell like food coloring. I told him the electricity was out, so I asked him not to run around.
After that, I went to my parents' room. When I turned around, my brother's room slowly opened. Inside my brother's room, there was no one! There was a lot of red liquid inside.
It was blood!
Blood splatters were everywhere. On the walls, table, and others. Then the door closed. I didn't turn around and didn't notice any of this strangeness. Because, I could hear my brother's voice playing games.
I went to my parents' room. Their room was in the east. They were in the room with number 17. I knocked on their door to ask if they needed candles.
They replied that they didn't need them. Then they gave a strange order. They told me to throw away the statues in the living room.
I frowned hearing this. I didn't understand why they asked me to throw them away. I asked why they told me to throw them away, but they didn't answer. After that, I went to my room.
After I left, my parents' room door opened. Inside was filled with fog. But people would see that flesh, blood, and organs were scattered on the walls. And on the wall, flesh and blood formed a word;
"R'yleh".
Then, the door closed. My brother and parents, had died without me realizing it. Then, who was talking to me? Despite this, I felt they were still alive. And they were currently in their rooms. Of course, I didn't notice any of these events.
I returned to my room, and sat down.
I thought about my parents' request that I should throw away my beloved statues. I thought, 'weren't they the ones who told me to keep them when that person gave me the two statues?' Why did they suddenly tell me to throw them away? They've been keeping me company since I was five years old... I could only sigh.
I got up from sitting and went out of my room. The fog was getting thicker, and enveloping the entire house. Even, to a certain extent, the fog was spreading outside my house area. If given time, the fog would spread throughout the complex.
However, I didn't notice the existence of the fog. I went to the living room and looked at Cht--- and Azza---. Then I returned to my room with both statues in my hands.
In my room, I took all my diaries since I was a kid and put them on the bed. I lay down with my two 'friends' beside me.
I took one book, and it said "2000" on the cover. I opened it and talked to myself. "Let's reminisce about the past, Azza---, Cht---."
Then I started reading my diary again. As I read it, I remembered a lot of things from the past. Every time I read, I also told the things that happened to my two 'friends'.
I needed half an hour to finish the first diary. After half an hour, the fog that appeared from Cht--- had almost enveloped the entire complex of my house.
Although I couldn't feel the existence of the fog, I could feel the anxious, scared, worried, and creepy feeling that enveloped me. For some reason, this feeling was getting stronger.
This feeling was very uncomfortable.
I felt, this feeling was familiar. Then I realized, this feeling was the same as the one I felt in my dream! Remembering that dream made me even more scared.
Then I took a breath to calm myself down. I needed five minutes to calm down. After calming down, I hugged my two 'friends'. Doing this made me calm. Then, I took another book, which said "2001".
"Look, this is the first time we met", I talked to my two statue 'friends'. Then, I enthusiastically opened the book and started reading it. I also told interesting things in the book to my 'friends'.
At first, there was nothing unusual. I read and read.
Then I finished reading the book. After I realized that I had finished reading, my mood shrunk. I then looked at my two 'friends'.
I wondered, why weren't they mentioned in the book. I remembered I had written about them! I took the next book, and read it.
Time passed…
As I read, the fog emanating from the Cht----- statue had enveloped the entire complex.
I didn't notice it, I just kept reading, again and again. But, I couldn't find any mention of Cht----- and Azza-----.
My mind was racing. My breathing quickened. I read, again and again. Until the book with the cover "2007". That's when I moved to this house.
I read and read, and found something that made my breath quicken. Fear, anxiety, and a creepy feeling enveloped me.
Then I realized, that my room was enveloped in fog. I remembered clearly that there was no fog before! A creepy feeling enveloped me. Sweat drenched me. I was hyperventilating.
I looked at the Cthulhu and Azzatoth statues. Now I remembered clearly. I never had any statues all this time!
A feeling of fear, anxiety, worry, and suffocation enveloped me.
Because I remembered, the two statues had the same description given by the old men who died two years ago! I also realized that the fog was coming from the Cthulhu statue.
I reached out to take it, and as I touched it, a scorching heat seared my hand, making me let go immediately. I screamed.
I pulled my hand back and saw that my palm was blistered. Not only that, a foul smell was coming from my hand. I vomited because of the stench.
The strange occurrences made me scared and confused. What was actually happening?
That's what kept popping up in my mind. I couldn't understand any of this. Was my memory manipulated? Was that possible?
I didn't want to believe it, but that's what was happening to me.
As I thought about escaping, I heard a voice.
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh el'myet wgah'nagl yr'oldw."
The voice sounded familiar. Then I remembered, it was the same voice I heard that night! My breathing quickened.
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh rf'leah wgah'nagl clv'ewl."
"Hg'nglui ple'hg d'nyel nyj'whl whlh'ehal wleg."
"..."
Strange voices entered my ears. Without thinking, I ran towards the door. But it was too late for me. No matter how hard I pushed it, it wouldn't open.
Roar! The roar entered my ears. My eardrums felt like they were going to explode. I covered my ears. Then slowly, the roar subsided. My breathing quickened. I was terrified.
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu wgah'nagl yr'oldw."
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Azzatoth wgah'nagl yr'oldw."
"..."
I was getting more and more scared. The whispers were entering my ears.
My breathing was heavy. I tried to calm myself down, but it didn't work.
I manipulated myself into thinking that this was all a dream. But the "reality" slapped me. The whispers were getting louder. The whispers were also getting more terrifying.
I cried, I called out to my mom, dad, and brother. At that time, my body shuddered. My memories had been manipulated, were they also... That's what I thought when I remembered my family. My crying got louder. The whispers were getting louder every moment.
"Go away!"
"Go away!!"
"Go away!!!"
I screamed, trying to chase the whispers away. I covered all my breathing holes so I could faint. Then after an unknown amount of time passed. My eyes widened in disbelief.
I must have been holding my breath for over half an hour, but I still felt fine.
That made me even more terrified. I was almost going crazy.
Then, without me noticing, the whispers had disappeared. A glimmer of hope appeared in me. I then looked around, being cautious. As I looked around, I realized that the two statues were gone.
So was the unknown fog. My pupils dilated. I increased my alertness. Time passed. After ten minutes with no signs of strangeness, I tried pushing the door.
Cklek!
The door opened.
Finally, I could breathe a sigh of relief. But, I knew I couldn't relax yet. I looked around, I called out to dad, mom, and brother. But there was no answer from them. I went to my brother's room. But the door was locked. So was my parents' room.
My heart broke.
Then, I went to the living room.
As I arrived at the living room, my gaze accidentally drifted towards the window. And that... was the most regrettable thing.
Because, from the window, I saw a strange and large silhouette. And also the fog that was covering everything.
Without realizing it, I walked towards the window. I opened the curtain and then, I saw, the most terrifying thing in my life.
Outside, there was a huge fog, and a gigantic creature partially hidden by the fog. Although I couldn't see the creature clearly,
I knew "It" had a human-like body, but with an octopus face, with large bat wings on its back and webbed hands. As I stared at it, it was also staring at me! No, maybe from the start, it had been staring at me all along...
Cthulhu!
I wasn't just seeing "It". I also saw other strange creatures.
One of them was a creature like a bird, but with a monkey-like beak, with a tentacled tail, and disgusting tumors.
Another was a creature made of a bunch of tentacles with many eyes.
Azzatoth!
Others were like walking blobs of flesh.
My mind was buzzing and I looked up at the sky. Because something in the sky caught my attention. In the sky, there were two strange moons, and three blue suns, and strange stars.
Then, as I looked, I was wrong. The moons weren't moons. And the suns weren't suns. The stars weren't stars.
Because, the moons were twitching, and then... Opened! They were eyeballs.
Not just the moons, but also the stars and suns "opened" their eyes. They were all eyeballs. They were staring at me. It was driving me crazy.
I screamed.
Uncountable amounts of information entered my mind. My mind shattered under the weight of knowledge. Knowledge that shouldn't be known by humans.
Then slowly, my hands started melting, not just my hands, my legs and half of my body were slowly melting.
I was slowly turning into a disgusting blob of flesh filled with tumors, and a stench coming from the disgusting tumors. If I looked in the mirror, I would vomit seeing "myself".
I realized, that... this was "my tragedy". I laughed maniacally, although no sound came out because I was just a blob of flesh.
I realized, that I was going to die. Mom, dad, brother, were they all fake?
Then, I "closed my eyes".
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In a house, in front of it was a plate that read "The Leonhart Family Home".
A car stopped outside the house. Three people got out of the car. They were a family.
Two men and one woman. One was a child around eight years old. He was carrying some toys in his hands. And the other was a man in his thirties. The woman was also around the same age as the latter.
They seemed like they had just returned from a vacation.
They then entered the house. They didn't feel anything unusual as they entered the house. If looked at closely, the child was carrying a book among the toys. A book with a yellow cover, on it was written;
"The King in Yellow"
End.
Note: Sorry if my writing style is bad, I'm still an amateur. And also, forgive me if my English is bad too…
Sighs
Thank you for reading.