Madison Library Event: RECAP

As promised, here are the videos/pictures from my library event last night. Take a lookie! The samples I’m reading are mostly ones you’ve heard before, and sadly we didn’t get the Q and A sequence on camera. If you any questions or thoughts, let me know in the comments. Thanks to my dad for recording, and to everybody in my family and some from the community for showing up.

About 20 people showed up in total, and we had a great time over an hour and a half. In fall of this year, I’ll be having another event there to celebrate the launch of She 2. Looking forward to it because this event was such a good one!

I’ll have some books for sale next time 😉

Castle de la Phantom: Part 3


“Get out of my way,” the Count growled as he entered the main room. People didn’t take notice of him at first, but then he shouted and they quickly moved aside.

“What is it, sir?” the Mayor asked nervously. “Has something happened?”

“Where is the spiked club?” the Count demanded. “I need it.”

One of the guests brought it over, handing it gently to the Count and trying to smile. He stuttered out some word, and then backed away as fast as his legs could manage.

The Count held the club in his two hands and slowly approached the Slave, who was on the ground whimpering. What used to be a body was now a tangled, mangled, mutilated pile of flesh. It was black and blue all over, his eyes streaming tears and his throat red and swollen from screaming.

“You’re going to wish you’d never come to my party.” Holding the club, the Count grinned wickedly, feeling his heart like ice. With every beat, his hatred of Lili grew, his hatred of everybody.

“I have a family!” the man begged. “My… my wife will be wondering where I am. I was just coming to see… if I could get in. I just want food! I’m starving!”

“You won’t have to worry about that much longer. Soon, you won’t feel anything at all.” The Count raised up the spikes and swung them down, digging into the man’s back.

“Sir!” one of the guests raced up. “You have to pay for your swings!”

The Count spun around and pushed the club up to the man’s throat. “I don’t know how many it’ll take. I’ll pay when I’m done.”

The Slave whimpered on the ground. “Please, limit yourself to 10 swings. I can’t stand any more than that.”

Whipping around to face him, the Count thought for a second. “Yes, I think 10 will do. I think in 10 swings you’ll be dead at my feet.”

He brought the club up above his head and smashed it down onto the man’s shoulder. It crushed, and he was flattened on the ground. With the third and fourth strike, he flattened the man’s knees. Once, twice more and he was laying on the ground, begging for mercy, his head still attached to a thrashing body.

“You’re going to feel every single spike, and then it’ll be over.”

Another swing, and another flattening blow. The Count put a foot down and kicked the figure over, so that his ripped back was pressed against the floor and his torso was exposed.

The eighth swing ripped across his chest. The ninth cut into his abdomen. With one last heave, he planted the club in the man’s face, where he lay writhing until the rest of the blood seeped out.

All around, the guests were staring in awe. There was blood sprayed across everyone near the center of the room, and the floor was slick with it. There was a sense of terrible depravity, such darkness resonating from the Count. Everybody knew what they just witnessed was wrong, was a terrible act.

Laughter broke out in one person, and then two. One minute later, a thousand men and women were heartily laughing, clapping the Count on the shoulders. “Bring out more slaves!” they cried. “Let us kill the rest of them!”

Silence, followed by the booming voice of the Count.

“Take up your clubs, take up your swords, take up any weapons you can find. We no longer need to kill the slaves. We no longer want the weak ones. We want the strong ones. We want Lili.”

“Who is Lili?” the Mayor asked, standing a few feet away.

“She is a villager who has snuck into our midst and stolen our food. She is worse than these slaves, because she is a woman, and she had the audacity to come here and take what belongs to us. She had made fools of us, and for this she will die!”

“Wait!” There was a familiar voice yelling from the door to the right side hallway.

“Who is that?” the Count yelled.

A guest peered down the empty corridor. “It’s your brother, the ugly pig!”

There was laughter, and the Deformed entered the room, pushing his way through the crowd. A knife stuck from his chest, and blood coated his whole appearance. He desperately lunged from the Count, trying to stand upright but falling to the ground on his knees.

“What do you want?” spat the Count.

“He lies!” the Deformed called. “Lili is not thief and she is not making fools. He is thief, he is the bad one!”

The Count stared down at his brother, grinning. “The poor man’s lost his mind,” he announced to those around him. “This can be your practice for Lili the thief. This man is a monster, and demons live inside his face. Cast them out!” He handed the spiked club to the Mayor and called to everybody, “Kill him!”

The rabble of men jumped onto the Deformed and starting tearing away at his body. They used the clubs, as well as their teeth and fingernails to rip him apart piece by piece. Before five minutes were up, the man lay as if parchment sliced by a knife.

“What is the meaning of this?” an even louder voice echoed from the ceiling. It traveled around the whole room, reaching every man’s ears and stabbing every man’s heart. “Why has there been blood shed in my castle?”

They all turned with a gasp to face the balcony, overlooking them all. The women, who were affected just as deeply by the voice, stood in awe, covering their mouths. Stories were told about the man, stories that nobody had ever thought to be true. There were tapestries falling from the balcony, and the Phantom looked down on them and spat.

“Who are you?” the Count mocked. “You’re an old man who lives in the attic! You’re a phantom with no form! As if you could stop a group of a thousand, armed with clubs and with hate.”

The Phantom began to walk down the long, spiraling stairs, making his way towards the crowd. He wore a mask of deep black, covering half of his face, with a long cape flowing out behind. His sword was on his hip, and his clothes rustled as he descended.

“You do not respect me as you should,” he said deeply. “There was once a time when people understood. The ladies should have eyes for only me. The men should cower in fear of only me. The children should run to only me. But you have turned my town and my castle into a place of disgusting deeds and of terrible evils.” His face surveyed the expanse of the room. “You have lost track of what was right. And now you will all pay for it.”

“When we find the girl, Lili, you will both die,” the Count said, forcing his way through the crowd. He and the Phantom were standing only inches apart, at the bottom of the staircase.

“The girl ran out of this room half an hour ago, when I told her to. She has listened to me, and so she will live.” The Phantom turned his back on the Count and began up the steps again. “You have not, and so you will not.”

With a growl, the Count unsheathed his sword and brought it around, aiming for the neck. The Phantom twirled about, blocking the metal. He kicked the swordsman out of his way, leapt up in the air from the steps, and grabbed hold of the tapestries billowing from the balcony. He swung across, over top of the crowd, and landed at the entrance to the hallway, which he sprinted down.

“You will regret the day you did what was wrong in my eyes!” he shouted.

Fire flared up around him, where it had been building in the hallways, unseen to the eyes of everybody in the main hall. Now it spread quickly over the castle, devouring floorboards and walls until it felt like an oven all around them.

“Follow him!” shouted the Count, leading a mad charge towards the interior of the castle.

New Book for Pre-Order

Cold, Gray Eyes: A Psychological Thriller is now available for pre-order on This thrilling novella is the first in a series of three that all feature the dreaded Mr. Telo, a mysterious camp owner who lives deep in the woods, among the cabins he owns.

Read on for the official description.

“I would never kill a good person, but there are no good people. That’s an easy rule to live by.”

There is a campground deep in the forest that everybody raves about. The owner is a down-on-his-luck 40-something man, with a good heart and a good camp set up. Sure, there have been accidents in the past, but who’s to judge?

One family shows up to his site, ready for their vacation, and learns that things aren’t quite so cheery at this camp. There is a darkness that doesn’t stay in the forest. There is something behind Mr. Telo’s smile. And most of all, there are secrets hidden in the past; well-hidden.

Everybody gives in eventually. The darkness will always get you, one way or another, one day or another. Let it overwhelm you. Let the evil grow. Come to the camp with the secrets.

“Nobody can resist the cold, gray eyes.”

Castle de la Phantom Part 2


“How nice to see you!” the Count exclaimed, rushing over. He embraced the figure in a hug, which was not returned.

“I… I’m sorry I’m late,” said the nervous voice of a young woman. She threw back her hood, revealing flowing, brown hair and a face that was drawn taut over her bones.

“It’s no worry.” The Count ushered her in and quickly closed the doors behind her. “There’s plenty of time left for you to enjoy yourself. Where would you like to go, Lili?”

He turned his attention back to the girl, but her eyes were transfixed on the group of people surrounding the main area on the floor. She stepped closely, driven by curiosity, but the Count snatched her hand and drew her back.

“Let me show you around,” he said with a wide smile. “There’s so much to see. We might as well get out of his old room.”

At that moment, the Deformed lumbered over, stepping close to his brother so that his lips were against his head. He whispered something quietly in the Count’s ear, as both their faces turned grave.

“I’m afraid I have some business to attend to,” the Count said darkly to Lili. “Stay here with my brother, and he’ll show you around the main room.”

The Deformed nodded to her. Even with his hunched back, he stood nearly seven feet tall and three times stronger than herself. Lili cowered behind the coat, too large for her and too thin.

“You won’t need yer jacket, misses,” he whispered. “The peoples here isn’t the kind to wear much clothes.”

“I’ll keep my jacket on for now,” she said firmly. “Is there any food here? I’m famished.”

The Deformed nodded, and started to barrel his way through the crowds, with Lili following close behind. It was a short walk to the banquet, which was down the right hallway. Against a side wall, the table sat brimming with plates of food and countless goblets.

“This is wonderful.” Lili stopped and took in the sights, her eyes wide and mouth watering. “How… where did all this food come from?”

“A nice gather,” he shrugged. “Eat as much as you please.”

Behind the table was a glass window, reaching from the floor to the room. Outside, there was a dark backdrop as snow began to fall. Lili sighed and gathered a plate, filling it with meat.

“You eat not much?” the Deformed asked, standing over her shoulder and breathing in her ear.

“Um, not since yesterday.” She stepped away. “Can you… go do something else? I’d like to eat alone.”

“Master has said to stay and guide, he nodded vigorously. “This my job, this I do.”

Taking her plate of food, she sat down on the floor beside the window, watching the snow fall quickly outside. Without much thought for appearance, she began to stuff the chicken into her mouth, ignoring the disgusted glance from the Deformed.

He sat down across from her, with two cups in his hand. One, he gently pushed over to her. She thanked him through a full mouth, and turned her attention back to outside. Lili could feel his eyes on her, but not in a lustful way. It was curiosity that drove his actions.

“I has not seen a beautiful girl with poor clothes,” he commented. “Most beautiful girls is rich and wears the fancy of clothes. Why you not?”

Lili put her plate down and pressed a hand on the window, which was ice cold to the touch. It was a familiar feeling.

“Why you are poor?” the Deformed repeated.

“Most of us are poor,” she stated blandly. “My family was better off than most, but my dad got arrested and killed. Since then, we haven’t been so good. We’re poor, but we’re not any poorer than anybody else.”

“If you is poor in the town below, where do all the rich peoples come from?” he asked. “We have many hundreds of them tonight.”

“They come from far away, I’m sure. Around here, only the Count and the Mayor have money. The rest of us are…”


She smiled feebly. “Yes.”

“You are nice,” the Deformed said meekly. “Even more nice than beautiful. You are many nice and many beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she said, shivering.

“Here.” He took off his outer cloak and handed it to her. “Wear this.”

She shook her head. “I’m okay.”

“I understand why you wear jacket.” He nodded, and handed her the cup he had been drinking from. “Here is this. You can drink rest. I take your plate to wash.”

The Deformed left, carrying her plate and empty cup to the kitchen down the hall. Lili sat by the window, watching the hills outside. Below those hills, somewhere, was her town.

When the Deformed reached the kitchen, he walked inside to find the Count holding a whip, and one of the servants on the ground cut up and bleeding profusely. The young boy was barely holding to life, crawling his way towards the corner of the room.

“What is it, stupid?” The Count turned towards him, breathing heavily. “Are those the lady’s plate and cup?”

The Deformed nodded, placing them on the counter. “I has talked.”

“With her?” The Count nodded, thinking. “Maybe this will be good for us. For my plan.”

“What are you plan? What are you plan with the girl?” The Deformed took a step towards him, growling.

The Count smacked his whip against his brother’s face. It ripped across, tearing three strips of his skin. He fell to his knees, whimpering.

“Not so strong now, you ugly giant.” The Count puffed out his chest and put on a jacket to cover his blood-stained shirt. “I will propose to the girl, and she will accept my hand. Soon enough, we will have a permanent guest at this castle.”

“You loves her?”

Chuckling, the Count stepped over his brother, stepping on the giant’s head briefly. “Love does not matter. She will be the prize on my arm, and when I gain control over the surrounding cities she will lose her purpose to me. And die. Of some unknown sickness, in the most dramatic way possible.”

Leaving the kitchen behind, he walked down the hallway, strutting like an ostrich. Lili turned her attention as she heard his shoes clopping down the hallway. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could the Count was down on one knee with a beautiful ring in his hand.

“It’s been nigh on three months since I laid eyes on you, but I know for sure that you are the one I love, and I want you to spend all those cold nights here. In my castle. In my bed.” He grinned, pushing out the ring a little farther towards her. “Let us bless the world with our beautiful children, and make the world shine with our beauties put together.”

Lili shook her head, pressing back against the window. “I… I can’t…”

“Just say yes, dear. Just say yes.” He stood to his feet and pressed in on her.

Lili grabbed a plate of food from the table and threw it at him. The pudding flew all over his clothes, and the plate shattered at his feet. The Count stood there, shaking from head to toe, as his eyes turned from lust to hate.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered, before sprinting away from him towards the main hall.

The Count stomped his way to the kitchen, where he found his brother standing. The Deformed shook his head as he saw the mess all over his master’s clothes.

“I told you,” he said.

The Count grabbed a knife from the drawer and stepped up to his brother, who shrunk back against the counter.

“You turned her against me,” the Count growled. “You made her hate me!”

“You are to be hated,” the Deformed snapped. “You are scum of earth.”

The Count roared with anger and plunged his knife into the heart of his brother. The Deformed writhed in front of him, but fell to the ground. Turning away, the Count headed back to the hallway, but felt his anger was not quenched. There had to be blood spilled. There were more bodies than needed to fall.

He walked up the empty hallway, towards the crowded front room where the Slave was being beaten.

New Book Announcement: Cold, Gray Eyes


Coming in June 2017, the first scary novella out of three. Each one will be around 13,000 words, and will be released in June, July, and August.

Not to give too much away, but this centers around a campsite, the not-so-normal Mr. Telo that owns it, and a growing tension with the strange man who lives among the empty cabins. One family moves in, and they begin to discover that this nice, gentle campsite isn’t quite what they were told.

It’ll be 99 cents, as will all three novellas. June, July, and August; they’re coming.

I’m super excited! I hope you are too 😉 They’ll be frightening.

Castle de la Phantom

Part 1

“What a splendid party,” the Mayor remarked, as he stepped into the massive castle. There were crowds all around him, heading in the same direction, but nobody answered. It was not a time to talk, but a time to be amazed.

The night was darker than most, as the sun set behind the towers of the castle. There were hundreds of people inside the gigantic, wooden fortress, which belonged to the Count, a well-to-do but snobbish young man who inherited the setting from his father. It was a family heirloom, but a somber one.

When the sun was sunken low, the heavy wooden doors were closed. There was a great thud, but nobody inside realized or cared. The party was in its throes of wonder, with bright chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and warm lamps along all of the wooden walls.

Each guest wore a mask over his or her face, splendidly decorated and full of vibrant colors. The richer folks had come in their nicest and most eye-catching clothes, but none of their outfits were quite as elaborate as the Count himself, robed in varying shades of red and a long, dramatic cape.

His brother, the Deformed, wore a dark blue color, nearly black. The mask on his face covered every inch except for his hair, so that nobody in the masquerade could tell just how ugly his features were.

Awkwardly, he followed the Count, speaking in a quiet voice and trying not to make a scene. On his single foray to the dance floor, he found that his feet kept tangling up. After falling once, he slunked to the corner and sat there, with the middle-class men smoking their pipes.

“This is quite a spectacle.” The Mayor stepped up and shook hands firmly with the Count. “How on earth did you get the funds for all of this? The lights, the music… It’s quite overwhelming.”

The Count smiled in a secretive manner. “There are some things you should not know, dear friend. Remember your place in the village below, and let me remain in my high castle.”

The Mayor bowed and stepped away, going towards the center of the room where everybody was gathered on the dance floor. The Count watched him go, letting his eyes trail across the room and all of his guests.

He growled, noticing one face in particular had not yet arrived. Regardless, it was time to start the festivities. If ever she showed up, then his attention would shift, but for now it was the guests who demanded entertainment.

Walking up a long, spiraling staircase, the Count reached the balcony which overlooked the main hall. There were two doors on either side below him, which led into the rest of the castle. Up until that point, everybody had been crammed into the large room, with closed doors on every side.

“My good friends!” he bellowed, the deep voice echoing about the room.

Everybody turned to face him, high up above them. The Count grinned, holding out his arms in dramatic fashion.

“My good friends! It seems all of you have made it to my party tonight, and in very good fashion I might add. We have the entirety of the village here, except for those poor peasants who only can dream at the wonders in this castle.”

There was laughter from below, and he went on. “Well, maybe that’s not so true. There are a handful of those poor people who have made their way up to my castle, and tried to sneak in. What are they, really, but our slaves? And so, as our slaves, they will give us the entertainment for our night. Please step aside from the center of the room, and let my guards bring in something for your pleasure.”

He clapped his hands twice, and the throngs of people crowded themselves against the wall, itching with anticipation. Some of them were shaking, but not with fear. They were excited for the pleasure.

Three guards walked in from the two doors below, carrying a man. He was covered in dirt and in sores, wincing as they took each step. Taking him to the center of the floor, they dropped him down and put chains around his neck, wrists, and ankles. With long spikes, they hammered these chains into the floor, until he was stuck in the center of the room.

Everybody held their breaths. The Count watched their reactions, humming to himself.

A fourth guard carried out two large clubs. A fifth one -who was a boy barely of age for manhood- came after him with another club, only this one had sharp, 2-inch-long spikes all around the head of it.

“I certainly hope you brought your money,” the Count roared with laughter. “Pay 10 coins, and you get 3 swings with the brute clubs. Pay 30 coins, and you get 5 swings with the spike club.”

“But what if we kill him?” one man yelled from the silent, anxious crowd.

“Don’t worry, good friend.” The Count drummed his fingers on the balcony railing. “We have quite a few more of them in the pantry.”

The guards exited the room, lumbering through the same doors which they had come. Only now, the large wooden barriers did not shut after them.

“You will have noticed, surely, that the two hallways below me are now open,” the Count exclaimed, jabbering with excitement. “Feel free to explore my castle all you want. But beware. There are some things you might not want to find! And now, my friends, be off with you. Either to the Slave or to the castle. You have all night!”

They all sprung away from the wall, half of them heading farther into the castle and half towards the Slave. Soon enough, the air was full with his cries of pain, barely audible over the live music from the main stage. Even the band members would take turns going down and spending some money on the clubs.

For the next twenty minutes, the Count strolled around the main hall, inspecting all of the happenings. There were people crowded around the Slave, as a few of them took turns beating. The spike club lay against the wall, unused for now.

There was a grating noise as the large, wooden doors slowly opened inwards. The Count immediately turned, his interest peaked. A figure stepped inside, cautiously, wearing a tattered, black coat and a plain, brown mask.

New Short Story Coming: 5k words

Coming in a week or two, there will be a new, 5,000 word short story over at my blog You can find that page of short stories here.
Castle de la Phantom is a 5k word short story I wrote for an English assignment. In it, you will find darkness, morals, and mysteries.
There are terrible things happening in the castle, and when the Count holds a party for all his 1,000 rich friends these secrets will be revealed. More dark mysteries lie beneath the surface, more terrible truths.
Stay tuned for more information regarding the story, and for tons of fun stuff coming up this summer. You can expect the spookiest stuff 😉



New My Abigail Release Coming

Work has officially started on My Abigail: Extended Edition. This new work includes many new scenes, rewrites, edits, and tons of information about the writing process that went into the book.
I’m probably going to price it around 2.99, but there’s going to be so much more new stuff it’ll be totally worth it. This is an item you’ll want to watch out for!
I started work today reading through it all, and I’m already feeling teary-eyed. Oh well. ‘Tis the life I hath chosen.

She Watches Excerpt Leaked!

Some despicable scoundrel has leaked an excerpt of She Watches to the public! This treason will not go unpublished, nor forgiven! This is a terrible act, and has left my emotional state of being in shatters.
*Disclaimer: It was me*
While I hunt this traitor down, take some time to yourself and enjoy this sneak peak at She Watches. You can download the full excerpt here.
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Chapter 6


“She’s a very nice lady,” Lucy said to her mother. “She brings me cookies sometimes.”

Mary smiled to herself, rummaging through the cabinets to find what she needed for dinner. As soon as they packed up the hotel room and headed for this tiny house, she went to the grocery store and got enough food to last a week or two. Daniel was out walking Emma in the stroller, and Cassie was down the hall in her room, so making dinner was left to Lucy and herself.

Tyler was somewhere else in the town. Since they got a rental house, he was staying in the hotel room they’d booked for a few more nights. He was technically on vacation with them, but not exactly.

“Well, if Cassie says it’s okay that’s fine, but still be careful.” Mary set out a pan on the stove. “I think we’ll have pancakes and eggs tonight. How’s that sound?”

“Mommy, the lady wants to meet you sometime.”

Lucy colored on the sheet of paper noisily, scribbling away with the crayons. She was sitting at the small table across the kitchen from Mary. All the appliances and big objects were crammed into one half of the room, mostly still in their packing boxes. The table and chairs were on the other, relatively empty side. Behind it was a walk-in closet pantry.

“Maybe, Lucy, maybe.” Mary cracked an egg and let the contents plop into the pan. “We aren’t staying here very long though.”

“I know that. But maybe we could all meet the lady one time near the end. I

think it’d be very nice.”

Mary nodded without really listening. Her hands moved deftly, preparing the meal.

“She likes babies, too. She said she really likes babies, Mommy, so I told her all about Emma.”

“Strangers can be dangerous, Lucy. Please be careful.” Mary glanced over at her daughter, who was focused on the paper. “You will be careful for Mommy, won’t you?”

“Of course, Mommy. I’m only talking about a friend. Friends are okay, right?”

Mary was spared from answering when the front door opened. They heard Daniel come into the living room, kicking the door shut behind him. Emma was babbling.

“I’m making pancakes, honey,” Mary called out. “Is that alright?”

“Sure thing,” Daniel said, strolling into the kitchen. “You know, I don’t recognize a single thing in this city. It’s like Marcy is a completely different town. Maybe Hardy will be, too. I wouldn’t mind that so much.”

“I met someone who knows you, Daddy,” Lucy said with a giggle.

Daniel whipped around to face her. “Who did you meet?”

“Daniel,” his wife began, “she was just telling me-”

“I met an old lady, Daddy!” Lucy exclaimed. “She was a very nice old lady.

And she said she knows you!”

Daniel turned to face his wife, furrowing his eyebrows. “What did she just say?”

“Daniel, she was telling me that-”

Lucy interrupted, “She wants to meet you! And I told her all about Emma and Cassie and Mommy and our family, and she said she wants to come over and-”

“Go to your room!” Daniel bellowed. “Go, now, and don’t come out until we call for you.”

“But, Daddy-”


Lucy threw her chair back and stormed out of the kitchen. “Maybe I’ll go live with the old lady instead!” and then she sprinted to her room.

There was silence for a moment, as Mary watched her husband from the corner of her eye. He stood there, silent, clenching and unclenching his fists. Daniel leaned his forehead against the wall, kicking it roughly.

“She… she just said she was a lady… I didn’t remember…”

“It’s fine,” Daniel snapped. “It’s fine. We’re just fine.”

“Just… a few more days. Then we’ll leave.”

“I know that.” He smacked the wall. “But if it starts again, we can’t leave. We can’t, we won’t.”

“If what starts? There’s no way she’s the same lady!” Mary exclaimed. “That’s stupid!”

“I’m not stupid,” Daniel growled. “And there’s something I never told you about her. And I never plan to. Just know that if another kidnapping happens, if there’s more of this, we can’t and won’t leave until it’s all over.”

“And what if there’s nobody left to take with us?” Mary said. Her hands were shaking as she faced her husband.

“Then… I don’t know.”

She shook her head, wiping her eyes. “You’d give up on our family just to close a case you should forget about.”

“I can’t forget about it!” he screamed. “It won’t forget me!”

“Who won’t forget you?” Mary yelled, storming forwards so that they were nose-to-nose. “Who? It’s a police case, not a person! Just leave it alone and come back to our family and be a real father! Don’t do this to us! Who won’t forget you? This is stupid, completely stupid, and you’re stupid, so just forget it!”

He took a step back. “But She won’t forget me.”

Carnivore: Text Lingo

This is a story I told my girlfriend, over texting, because we were both bored and what’s better to entertain with than a good, scary story? Take a look at the story, in all of its raw and grammar-rule-ignoring beauty.

(Each paragraph is a message I sent, not grouped according to thoughts or anything normal.)

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12:27 P.M.

once upon a time, but you dont know what time it was so it might have been 1 oclock in the morning or 3 oclock in the afternoon so thats mysterious, well once upon a time there was a little girl named Patricia Robertsin and Patricia Robertsin was a nice little girl who lived in a big mansion in the countryside. she was, however, holding a very dark secret. her parents knew this secret, and so they kept her locked up inside the house at all times.

her parents didn’t know why Patricia was like she was, but they knew that if anybody found out they would be in huge trouble with the community. they were rich, after all, and they lived in the mansion surrounded by forests. the nearest town was not for miles and miles away. anyways, there were animals that started turning up near their mansion. it was dogs, at first. the dogs would turn up and be mutilated, completely torn apart. the parents went into their daughters book, where she was writing in a notebook. as soon as they walked in, she slammed it closed and threw it under the book. they asked Patricia what happened to the dog, and she said “what dog? i didn’t know we had a dog.” the next weekend, there was a baby deer that turned up dead in the yard, also torn apart. they went into Patricia’s room, and once again she was writing in the notebook. she threw it under the bed. “what happened to the deer, Patricia?” “what deer? i didn’t know there were deer arond here.” since Patricia wasn’t bloody and appeared not to know anything about the animals, the parents figured that it really wasnt her. so instead, they went outside to talk to the groundskeeper, who was gardening. his hands were very dirty, but underneath all the dirt they thought they could see a little red. “what’s happening to all the animals?” the groundskeeper said. he smiled at them and tapped a finger to his head. “you ought to be paying attention, master. if you were paying attention, you’d know.”

since the groundskeeper didn’t give them any obvious leads, they decided to call the police department. the police showed up that evening, and found both the mom and dad sitting in the living room, nervously shaking. the police asked what had happened, and they said their little girl, Patricia, had run away. the police asked if this was why they were nervous. “no,” the dad said. “we’re not scared that she ran away. we’re scared that she’ll come back.” the police asked what he meant, and the dad told them a story. “once, when Patricia was about 3 years old, we started to notice that she wasn’t quite normal. in preschool, she got in trouble for biting other children… quite frequently. we took her out and homeschooled her. we didn’t have the time, so the groundskeeper was actually the one who watched her and taught her.  a couple months after that, the family pet turned up dead. we questioned her, and she said nothing. the groundskeeper said the dog had been attacked by a vicious bear come out of the woods. but then we found bones in Patricia’s room, and we figured that she had killed the dog. since that day, she’s been normal-acting. but now the deaths have started again and we’re afraid she’s going to continue to kill.” the police looked at them worriedly and promised to protect them if she ever did come back.he asked where the groundskeeper was, and the parents said he was outside, in his shed. it was too dark out, so they decided to leave him there. the night progressed, and eventually the parents decided to go back up and look at the diary Patricia had been writing in. they went upstairs and opened it up to the first page. there was nothing but lessons from school. but as they continued turning, they started to notice something. on the last page, all of their questions were answered

the ink was as red as blood throughout the book, and the pages of the home-made journal were rough and wrinkled and dried. it felt almost like rubbing against dead and dried skin. at the back of the book, there were drawings. they depicted three human bodies, strung up on crosses, and a wild animal leaping up to feast on them. the parents shut the book, horrified, and stormed downstairs. they demanded to know what the groundskeeper had been teaching their daughter. when they reached the living room, they found the policeman was gone. they heard a scream from outside and rushed out to see what was happening. what they found was 3 crosses, put up, with the policeman on one and the groundskeeper on the other. there was one empty. their daughter was in front, rubbing her hands together. she turned back to her parents. “have i done good, mommy?” he growled, rubbing his hands together in the same way. the dad looked at them both, confused and horrified. “you thought the groundskeeper was teaching her,” his wife said, “but actually i was.” she moved forward and kissed him, but pulled back and ripped off his lower lip. “put him on the cross, sweetie.” she grinned at her daughter. “this feast is even better than the last house we stayed at.”