Etria (2012-11-14 17:01:43)

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"I can't speak, my mouth is damaged, I can't speak, my tounge is gone, I can't speak, my face is ruined." -Last few words of the journal belonging to the dead body.
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I am going to investigate the cases of people who go to the old home the dead body was found in, I'll be going with my luck.
Oh my gosh... The house is in bloody condition. Whoever did this is mad.

I found a room with tools, felt, and a jar of red, blue, and gold marbles. This looks like a workshop.

Alright, somebody's walking in the house. This is scaring me. "ANYBODY HERE??" I shout out.

I must write these words quickly. Something made of scraps is trying to kill me.

I HAVE NO MOUTH I CANNOT SPEAK, I HAVE NO TOUNGE, I CANNOT SPEAK, MY MOUTH IS FELT, I CANNOT SPEAK. I CANNOT SPEAK.
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" "That's all we have for evidence!" "There's enough proof nobody should investigae alone." "I'm sure as hell not going in there, even with the entire ARMY with me!" "Aww, someone up late reading ghost stories?" "No! Why would I?" "Aww, you got me there." "Hah! Poor comebacks!" " -Audio recording.
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"There's really no evidence, All we know is that this thing may not exist."


How did I do? I am poor at writing stories....

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