The Return of the Faceless Imitator

I can see Him. Why? Why on Earth would He be surrounding himself with school aged children in the middle of some park? Oh, He's the creature that represents parents' fear of some stranger taking their children away, never to be seen again. That's a lie. The never to be seen again part I mean. Sometimes, the children are found way up in the trees. In body bags. Sometimes, they're not in body bags. Either way, the child is dead. With their organs strewn upon the ground. Just like the organs of that house, and the dog inside the woman's st must not think about that.

I must keep watch on the children. I must make sure that nothing bad happens.

If anything happens, I will post it.

House

As I walked around some neighborhood, I stumbled upon a vacant looking house. The lawn was well kept, and none of the windows were broken, so I decided to treat myself to some of their food. 'They probably wouldn't mind,' I thought. Their house was pretty big.

It was a two-story house, with flowers in some sort of garden, and an empty dog house. It was painted a baby blue color, while the window panes were painted black. An odd combination.

I trotted along the red-brick sidewalk, taking note of the little light things besides the path. I have no idea what you call those light things.

I noticed that their was a doll, abandoned on the steps leading up to the front door. The child must have been in a hurry to leave that she left her doll. It was some sewn up doll; it had on a pink dress, and it's hair was red. Same color as my hair.

I realized that the door was slightly ajar. Now who in there right minds would forget to lock their door? If they didn't have a key then they should have bought a new one.

I could smell something foul as I went nearer to the house.

Then, as I opened the door, a wretched smell filled up my nostrils and I felt the urge to throw up on the spot. 'Pull yourself together.'

I walked some more and I saw, i saw That.

Organs were strewn across the floor and the was practically blood everywhere. A family of three and their dog were dead. The dogs head, it was, god this is sick, it was in the woman's abdominal area. The rest of it's body was hanging from the ceiling fan.

The girl, she wasn't much older than four, her eyes--why would they do something like that?--her eyes were ripped out of her socket. And her lips were ripped off and her teeth were pulled out. What did they do to her before she died?!

The man was naked, everyone was naked. Just what the hell just happened there?

His scalp was missing too. And his face was torn to shreds.



I wanted to throw so bad, but I didn't. No I ran out of the house, stopped for a bit on the porch to pick up the doll, and started running again.

It wasn't until my legs couldn't support me and my lungs burned, when I finally let the contents of my stomach come out of my mouth.

I decided to keep the doll. Someone has to take care of it in memory of that girl. It might as well be me.


Whoever killed this family is sick. Proxy or not, this is still sick.

God, I want to throw up again, but I can't because my stomach's empty. I think I'm just going to stay in a fetal position underneath this abandon porch. It's a vastly different house. The grass is overgrown, the windows broken, and there are about a ton of weeds.





So sick.




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An Introduction

My name is Alexis. Yes, that is my name. I am a thirteen year old girl.

Why am I making this blog? I assume the audience is familiar with a certain tall and slender creature who appears to be imitating humans. He fails horribly in my opinion.

I suppose a story of how my life became this way.

It wasn't long ago when I saw that thing. I was young and foolish back then. I still am that way right now.

I used to watch all sorts of videos with that creature in it. For me it was all fun and games. I thought nothing of all those blogs that claimed that the people in them were being haunted by that creature.

Imagine my surprise when I saw him staring at me from the window. And no, I was not on the second floor like most of those blogs say. I was on the first floor. My house is only one story.

At first, I thought the creature to be some perverted man that got his kicks by staring at young girls while they were asleep. I admit I yelled at it, calling it a pervert. Nothing dramatic happened, but there was a feeling of uneasiness in the air. I then went back to sleep, hiding under the shelter that was my blanket.

Nights like that repeated, and life went on. Unfortunately, my behavior worsen. I believe that creature had some sort of affect on me. I was increasingly paranoid, and very irritable. I would snap at my younger sister whenever she asked to play. It always pained me when I did. I would constantly get in arguments with my parents. My grades were slipping. It wasn't until a few months ago that I decided to run away. It was for the best. I didn't want to get my family hurt, so I ran away. I love them dearly, and I cannot stand it if they were to get hurt because of me.

The audience may be wondering how a young girl such as myself survives living out on the street. Well, I did some things I'm not proud of. Luckily, I have not resorted to prostitution, although, I do know other children that have. They say they hate it, but for some, it's better that dying out on the street.

And yes, I do own a laptop. My grandmother gave it to me, so I didn't steal it. I won't steal things like that, unless I need to.