My godson is dead.
It stood in my backyard holding his head in one of its tentacles. His eyes are still open. Demanding to know why Aunt Kay got him killed.
It disappeared. And then a man wearing a mask stepped out from behind my garage. He was holding my goddaughter's arm with one hand and a knife in the other. She's alive, but doesn't even look like there's still someone behind her eyes. He pointed the knife at her, then at me, and shrugged.
I get it. Me or her. Him and his boss don't really care which.
I'm sorry. I can't let them both die. Not for me. I'm not worth it. I'm just making this post so that someone knows what happened if I don't come back. Amalgamation, I think I'm right. I don't think it can get in my house. Why else would it go to these lengths? Try to use that.
I'm gonna go outside now.
Que Dios te bendiga y te proteja.ReplyDelete
God bless you and protects you.
Deus benedicat te.
You are not alone, you can always rely in your angel, specially now. Is just matter of faith.
I know I said I wont post here often, but I'm worry for you by some reason..
I'm praying specially for you now.
Kay, you better stay safe somehow. You can't die on me. How am I gonna explain it to the family? Do I need to bring my ass over there to protect you?ReplyDelete
Please. Please don't leave us.
Kay. I really liked you. But honestly I doubt they'll let up. It really will be YOU or the KID. I'm sorry this happened.ReplyDelete
That's not fair. That's not fair! Everyone's dying and disappearing and fuck! We can't...take it...ReplyDelete
It's just trying to spite you Kay.ReplyDelete
Please, PLEASE. Don't try anything risky.
For Lucien and everyone.
I don't want anybody to die.