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     How the fuck did I get into this situation? Last I remember, I was minding my business practicing cello in the comfort of my home, but now I'm here watching this- this psycho gut someone. I can't even leave because I know this freak will find me somehow. Just thinking about his face makes me sick, and he constantly smells like dried blood. Like- Would it kill him to shower, or at least not make such a mess when doing this? I glared down at him and his handiwork. he was currently in the process of carving this victim's face- something he did for every kill he finished. It was honestly annoying. He makes me watch him do this shit, then makes a dramatic display out of it for someone else to find later.

     "(Y/n), let's go." His voice called out to me, signaling that he was done. I made an unimpressed face as I moved to follow him.

I wished this bastard had just killed me when we met.

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     My house was silent for the most part. It was just this stupid metronome and I. I don't know why I still have it on- it's not like I'm even practicing right now. I just spent the last 3 hours on this thing. The fucking cello. No one even plays this anymore. Unfortunately, it's the only thing I'm good at, so I just have to get fond of it. I always tell myself that... it's been ten years, and I still fucking hate this thing. 

     I stood up and stretched out my body until I was satisfied with the few pops I heard. I couldn't help but feel off about something though, everything should be the same, in fact- I know everything is the same it would be impossible for it not to be. I've been in here for the last few hours and there's no one else who lives here. Perhaps I'm just tired, I usually get paranoid when I'm tired. This must be my sign to go to bed it's late anyway so I have nothing else to do. 

    The floor felt cold on my feet when they made contact with the wood, and my steps were in time with the metronome I left playing in the other room. I've grown so used to it that it's started to give me some sense of security- or whatever, I don't know it sounds dumb every way I think of it. I let out a yawn and rubbed my eyes for a second when I noticed a dim light coming from one of the rooms down the hall. I know I didn't leave that on. 

     I decided to investigate- which is the best idea there was, obviously. Definitely not calling the police for a possible break-in or anything, but yeah... Let's investigate. 

     As I got closer to the light I noticed it was coming from my dad's room. Now I'm sure there's someone in there. I haven't even thought about stepping foot in there since he died, and that was almost 5 years ago. The stale air quickly filled my senses as I stepped foot in. It was almost surreal, everything was almost the same. Almost. His desk had been rummaged through. Whoever broke in here seemed to be looking for something. I'm not sure what they wanted but it definitely wouldn't be in here. My dad was not the type to keep secrets- unfortunately. Sometimes I wish he did, especially when he damn near lost his mind. He constantly talked about this 'slender man' guy. I remember at one point I tried to search it up to figure out what he was talking about but nothing came up. Even when he killed himself his notes mentioned this guy so much. Definitely not something a 14-year-old wanted to hear. Enough of these so pleasant thoughts though. There's a bigger issue at hand: someone was in my house, rummaging through my dad's belongings. How rude. 

A voice pulled me out of my thoughts, two voices maybe? 

     "I am telling you, nothing here. The fuckers' long dead." The first voice called out, it was a man's voice. I could tell by the bass and scratchiness of it. nothing about it sounded pleasant at all. He was probably looking for my dad- who else would he be looking for? I decided to stay silent and try to hear the rest of this little interaction. Mainly for the sake of being nosy, there was no way I was going to confront them. If they see me my plan is to run like hell and hope they don't have the time to chase me.

     "Even if he is dead we still have to see if he left anything..." The second voice was much calmer and seemed completely over this entire trip.

     "We still have to see if he left anything," the first one replied in a mocking tone, "that's how you sound."

     "Don't be a dick about it." 

     The exchange between the two was kind of humorous but not enough for the situation to be less scary. I could hear them moving around in there and getting closer to the door I was hiding by. 
     "What is that annoying ass ticking? I thought it'd stop by now but fuck." The first guy complained about the metronome. I never figured people could find it annoying, but maybe I'm used to it. 

     My breath hitched when I heard them standing right beside the door. All they had to do was just look on the other side and I'd be found. 

     "Wait, Ej. Did you hear that? Someone's here," The first man pointed out to his partner, who I now know as Ej. I think it's a stupid name but whatever, I have a bigger issue. I could hear him laughing a bit before it quickly increased in intensity, "It's almost like you wanted us to find you!" He laughed even louder. 

     I looked up to see two figures looking down at me. These weren't just average people I was looking at, The first one was a pale man with long black hair. His face had gashes on the sides of his cheeks. You could see his jaw if you looked hard enough. Just thinking what could have caused that made me shiver, in short, he looked grotesque. The other man didn't have many features to take in, maybe he was smarter and put on some disguise. All I could make out was a blue mask he wore since everything else he had was black. The eye holes in the mask dripped some black liquid, I don't even want to find out what it was... I could only mutter one word when I saw them:

"Shit." 

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Chat..... Im not finishing this 3 I got embarrassed + forgot what I was even writing about
#apologies😜