Hi!!!

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I don't write things like stories often, but I got bored x3 so I started to write. This is what I typed a 8:00 o'clock at night.
Do not read this if you are of a sensitive nature. I don't know if it will, but I'm sorry if it distresses you.

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The Cordex Diary (Not the CAMERA!!) :





Day 3, November 19, 2028


Io ve been having ticks in my spine and goose bumps across my arms and shoulders all morning. I dono t understand whato s happening. Or what happened even. Three days ago everything was at peace, and there were no worries found. That changed two days ago.


Two days ago:


On my couch I laid, suddenly awaken after five hours of sleep from a disturbance in the earth below. Must have been a tiny earthquake of some sort. My mother told me she wasno t coming home till tomorrow, and reminded me not to let any stranger in if the door gets knock on. Walking around with the lights turn off can get annoying. All my brotherso toys and legoo s scattered across the floor. They kept piercing the sol of my bare heel, which initially made my fall to my knee. Sad problems I do have, but everyone has their problems. Crawling now, I went three flights of stairs up and to my brothers room to see if he was there so I could scare him, being annoyed at all his toy. The door was open, and the T.V. was on a blue screen, the screen meaning no signal. I opened the door more and I saw my brothero s bed. All across it was the color red as if he had spilled raspberry jam everywhere. I was so startled, and scared, that I slammed the door, and held on to the knob. Adrenaline kicked in and my breathing was heavy. I thought to myself,o What. Whaa- whayy why not mee? Did he suicide? Oh god what am I going to do. This doesno t even make annnyy sense. Whyy why why why why wh-o I started to open the door slowly, still on my knees, and began to crawl in. Everything looked just fine if you of course didno t look at the bed. I then turned to the mess. It did not look like raspberry jam. Not one bit. It was flesh and blood all over his new blue sheets and quilt. I pulled the quilt off the bed when I got to it. My brother was there, eyes open and tears down his cheeks and pillow. o Who would do this?o I told myself and my eyes began to tear up. o This isno t real,o I said. o It isno t. Id- I- It cano t be. Naoooow it just cano t.o Right then I had, basically, a panic attack. Fell backwards, and passed out. Waking up, I wasno t home. I could sense it. But I was still in Aleco s room with the blood and everything. Standing up was hard, and I almost fell over again. But I managed to get to the door knob out of his room. o Shoot,o I muttered. It was locked. I didno t know what to do. The window was locked. Nothing in the closet, his bathroom doesno t have a window. I felt trapped and isolated. A metal baseball bat in my palm charged strait for the window. Seconds on impact, glass flew everywhere. I was free. At least, I thought I was freeo ¦ It was way more than a 30 foot drop. And the people below were covered in blood.

Thank you if you read some of it or all of it even. Again, I'm sorry if this story distressed you (I really don't know if it will). I don't mention it often but...

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