Monday, November 14, 2011

No more waiting

Mister Creevey broke through whatever was keeping him out. He removed himself from the girl's body and dragged her by the hair up the hill to us. I took aim with the hunting rifle and fired, it yielded little to no results. He would pause and look where he was hit at first before cackling.

Once closer to our establishment he flung the girl through the front door and into the staircase. I could hear Josie crying as she tried to pull herself to a stand and failed, she no doubt broke a rib or two. Loading up the rifle I had hooked it over my shoulder and picked up the double barrel shotgun, Gallows was nowhere to be seen and it was alarming. I went to search for him before Mister Creevey could enter the establishment; passing the staircase I fired a round into the creatures chest which successfully knocked him back a great deal.

I turned onto Josie and handed her a police issued handgun, just one of our many victims. I instructed she flee upstairs and either hide somewhere thick and padded, due to gunfire, or escaped out one of the second story windows. The girl crawled up the stairs and turned onto Mister Creevey and fired again once reloaded, successfully furthering him from the house.

I called for Gallows but he did not answer verbally. From the roof he jumped cackling and tackled Mister Creevey to the ground as his cushion against the fall. No longer holding his sickle he was instead using a farmers scythe. He brought it deep into Mister Creevey's chest and cut vertically as he hopped away and spun laughing.

Mister Creevey attempted to get up but Gallows spun once more, this time catching our enemy horizontally across the chest. Twirling the scythe he brought it down upon the head of our enemy and grinned widely with maniac glee. Gallows tore the scythe from the creatures head and stepped back to the doorway where I stood ready. Mister Creevey laid motionless.

I glanced to my partner who was frowning once again. His pleasure for bringing harm to others, for murder and mayhem was back. Not quite back to his normal mindset but enough for now. I'm interested as to what changed it, I'm considering he finally read what has been posted since Mister Creevey revealed himself. The Shady Lady, your information was incredibly useful. To have Dia worrying over him I believe assisted, he dislikes it when his prey frets about him and not their own survival.

It was not that easy, however. Mister Creevey's body convulsed and the wounds pulled themselves together layer by layer. Inhumanly he arched upon the ground and twisted before waking up and hopping to his feet. That maddening grin was back, "Want to try again?"

I shoved past Gallows as Mister Creevey lunged, the creatures sharp hands sunk into my shoulder but the double barrel shotgun was digging into his torso with my finger on the trigger. Gallows reached over and pulled my arm and fired it for me, once more Mister Creevey was separated from us. He straightened and attacked once more with more force, Gallows used his scythe as a shield but the wood split in half as he was flung back inside. Mister Creevey kicked me into the door frame, I dodged his swipe and slammed screen door on his hand.

"I'm going to the shed." Gallows growled as he threw aside the useless half of the scythe and ran off. I reloaded and turned to the door only to find the creature gone.

Screaming arose upstairs followed by the same cackling the beast makes. I ran up the stairs and found it was coming from the barely intact third level. Josie ran above me and the creature followed after. I took aim as she passed over and fired when Mister Creevey came, his chest was hit and the hole the shot made swallowed up his leg. He pushed on the floor to pull himself loose but I fired again which made another hole directly next to the creature, he fell to the second floor before me. I cracked the butt of the shotgun against its skull, the force would have snapped a humans neck but the odd angle its head was twisted at meant nothing, there was no crack of the neck.

I ran in Josie's direction and came to the large hole in the floor. She was looking down it uneasily trying to find another way across. I told the girl to jump, she hesitated but did so and I caught her before tossing her across the hole that was on the second floor as well. I jumped in pursuit whilst Mister Creevey chased.

There was a small object that flew up and landed on the opposite side of the hole, it rolled and stopped the creature in its place. Looking curious at it until it slowed in its rotations.

"Grenade!" Wood and plaster from the walls blew apart in all directions. Gallows hysterical laughter echoing from below as he waved the scythe around the new hole in the building. "Give me a lift, girlie!" 

I hurried over and grabbed the neck of the scythe, successfully pulling him up as well. Sweat beaded down the side of his face, the black face paint smudged even more so from sweat. He had his torn jacket through his belt and a new one wrapped around his waist. Gallows has a thing for prancing around the property shirtless.

He grinned and walked past me to Josie cowering against the wall with the gun aimed poorly at him. Gallows leaned over the gun and flicked her double pierced eyebrow once, "Ya know, I'd love to rip out every piercing ya got but we've got something more important to do. So you're gonna be a good girl and stop aiming that gun at me. You're gonna use that fun thing on Mister Creevey over there and we're gonna kill our common problem. Maybe if you do a good job in helping I'll let ya walk away from this all so you won't have to spend eternity with your parents in hell. Capiche?"

Josie's face contorted from fear to anger at the drop of her parents. She slapped Gallows across the face with enough force to knock him into the opposite wall. He looked grimly at her but the girl had spunk. She closed the proximity between them and held the gun to the side of his head while leaning down, looking him straight in the eyes. I pressed the barrel of the shotgun to the base of her spine as a silent warning. She didn't bat a lash. "Don't talk about what you don't know. It could get you killed." She said to him and pulled away from us both.

Gallows grinned once more and glanced my way from the corners of his eyes before back at Josie. Looking past me to the smoke filled hallway we could vaguely see Mister Creevey sprouting a new arm and speaking unnaturally.

We went to the skinny staircase on the other side of the house that led into a closet on the first level. Gallows broke it open followed by a window in the kitchen, we climbed out and ran to the large tree where decayed bodies hung from. Josie cringed and mentioned Gallows being fucked up, he hummed to her response whilst spinning the new farming scythe.

"We're going." Gallows announced as he reached into a hole in the tree and pulled out a small cooler.

"Where?" Josie questioned, he cocked his head at her. "You're not leaving me here, dick." His eyebrows raised as he looked at me, a surprised smile quirking up his lips.

I grabbed both of them and teleported, we ended up at the border of the city. Gallows was displeased and questioned why we only got this far, I attempted again but it only yielded the same results.

"Why can't we leave?" Josie asked frantically, she ran forward and disappeared from our sight. Gallows looked alarmed before following in suit as did I, we appeared on the opposite side of the city. "I don't get it, I don't understand. Haven't you guys left the city before?"

"Yeah we went to Belgium only."

I glanced over what was the border of the city, "Only because Ferus took us out of the city. I did not do the transporting." Gallows was scowling by the time I finished that.

"What are we going to do?" Josie panicked with the gun, Gallows snatched it out of her hands and threw her a glare.

"We can use the tunnels under the city."

Josie shook her head frantically. "Those are just rumors. Nothing is beneath the sewers."

Gallows pulled her forward by the collar of her shirt and sneered, "Well we don't got much of a choice now do we, girlie?" He let her go with a small push and headed towards the nearest alley. We weaved through a couple blocks until we found a manhole and popped the lid.

We continued down at every stairwell we found, going deeper beneath the city until the sewers were no longer there. Only abandoned tunnels. We walked a great deal of time, Josie fumbled her carton of cigarettes and hastily whispered about poor timing to try quitting. Gallows made a new song down there, singing about how she's killing herself slowly when he could be. Their banter made the situation less tense for them.

Gallows flung the flashlight across the tunnel and found a few skeletons laid out as if they were crawling. Josie was at my side, we were alert at that point. I returned the gun Gallows took from the girl as we furthered. Coming to another stairwell that descended only we found that the rest of the tunnel was broken apart, caved in on the other side with a large gaping hole. He shined the light on Josie's face and grinned widely, she backed up into me and I nudged her forward.

We were going down.

When we hit the bottom we came to more ruins, old structures broken down. Josie was surprised to see the city she's grown within was built on top of another, when we found more skeletons we came to realize Mister Creevey was right. Our city was also built on the corpses of others. What this means we are not sure.

The cavern was large, filled with buildings in ruins, most of them broken or shattered completely. It was bigger than the city on the surface, we guessed this stretched to the outskirts. From where our home was and perhaps even past that. We continued traveling until we found another tunnel and furthered our pursuit to leave the city.

It was within that tunnel Gallows began to falter. The scythe began dragging across the ground before falling all together, the cooler came next. Josie picked both up as I swung the gun over my shoulder and supported Gallows. His knees went weak before he backpedaled from the direction we were heading in, screaming about how he can't leave. He wasn't allowed to, on the verge of begging through his demands.

I took the risk that this was trigger effect to keep him within city walls. Despite his clawing and fighting I dragged him further down the tunnel. He was screaming and cradling his head by the time we saw the door at the end of the tunnel. His entire body was writhing within my hold.

Josie tried singing some Soft Kitty song to Gallows and he screamed further at her, "What the hell is that shit? What's wrong with you?"

"They sing it to Sheldon and he's crazy. I thought it would help and"

"Just open the fucking door." I yelled over the both of them, she flailed as she ran to the door yelling she was sorry. Josie blew off the locks with the gun and began trying to pry open the metal door.

He was clawing at his head screaming about a sound he was hearing that we could not. "Stop it stop it stop it! Make it stop! Take me back, get me out of here.!" Gallows continued screaming, Josie was struggling to get the door open still as I was fast approaching. "No no no! Not through there, don't take me out of here!"

"Open the door!" I shouted. Josie had a foot up next to the door as she was trying to pull it open.

"It's stuck!"

I threw Gallows off me and next to Josie on the other side of the door, pulling the shotgun off my shoulder I took aim. She was smart enough to move as I shot the top hinge of the door, reloaded, and shot the lower hinge. The metal door creaked with no support and fell forward.

Gallows was writhing on the ground, arms enclosed around his head as he shook. "Kill me, fucking kill me. Don't take me through there. Don't do it!" I began pulling him up and he fought me fully once more. "Kill me! KILL ME!"

His eyes were glazed over, he wasn't in control of himself anymore. I had been right, something was triggering this and I already had a guess what it was. The exact thing that kept him here to begin with. The Master that abandoned him long ago for whatever reason.

I managed to get him up again, Josie juggled the cooler and scythe while shining a flashlight through the dust filled tunnel on the other side. She went first and I followed with Gallows, the moment we passed through the door he went still and silent. It only lasted a short moment before he began to seizure. I put him down and we assisted him through it, he ended up unconscious and I carried him until we reached the end of the tunnel and found a stairwell. We waited there for him to awaken, he did so hours later.

Gallows was back to how he was before we reached that point in the tunnel. Only a vague recollection of what happened. We gathered our things and ascended level after level until we came to a manhole once more. Opening it I looked out and all that could be seen was sand. A desert. It's impossible, we were nowhere near a desert. Our city was within the country, surrounded by vast fields of green.

We walked for a day and a half before we found a road. It took the rest of the day until we found a small town. We rented a motel room and Josie grabbed a map off the counter, on top of more cigarettes. Once settled she laid it out and began mapping out where we came from. Gallows fiddled with my injured shoulder, halfway done with it when Josie called us over.

"Guys, according to the map..." She hesitated.

"What?" Gallows snapped, I heard his stomach growl and sighed.

Josie began shaking, her breathing becoming labored. Gallows narrowed his eyes as he pulled away from me and I followed to look at the map. "We don't even exist."

Gallows scoffed and pulled away, "That's stupid. The guy checked us in. Gave us a key and everything."

"Our city doesn't exist. It's not on the map." Josie sat down on the bed next to the map. "I don't get it. What does this mean?"

We left it at that and slept through the night barely. Our current predicament is an odd one. We will be changing locations shortly but Gallows and Josie both agreed that an update was necessary. We are unsure if Mister Creevey can leave the city or any of the population, we can't conduct any research without returning either since our city isn't on any maps. We have some thinking to do.

Till next time.


Tuesday, October 25, 2011


Hello, this is Graves. Gallows cannot come to the computer as of now.

Do you remember when we mentioned how he has not experienced fear? It was true until then. From a child he has been molded to be what he is now, apathetic to such little things. Yet those little things are the ones most potent to crippling man. You never understand something until you experience it. He's been murdering and inspiring the very thing he has never been able to feel, until now. Years of torment caught up within a single moment, realization of what his hand has brought to many.

This is not regret, it is beyond him to regret. This is acknowledgement to the other side of things.

Josie kindly claimed Gallows fled, wise of her but not true. As his gravedigger and his bodyguard I was forced to drag him from the scene. There was nothing he could do, chained down within such a state of fear it was like he was a useless child.

I took him out of the heart of the city, we spent a few hours fleeing and hiding until Mister Creevey was finally lost. Within an abandoned store Gallows sat within a corner and I stood on guard.

We know of Gallows to be a cheery man, enthusiastic and bloodthirsty. Few have seen his intellect behind the joyous exterior. Now it is in the open without anything to hide behind. He has grown darker after coming face to face with fear itself.

I attempted to approach him while we were within the abandoned store. He sat on an old rusty chair and was still wearing the bloody attire. His skeletal upper body torn for the most part, the mask revealed from below his nose to the base of his collar. There was not a part of him that wasn't without a hole. I wished to cease the bleeding for it could be seen quite easily. He sprang from the chair when I halted in front of it and pinned me to the wall, his hands found my throat with ease. He came close to breaking this body, had it not been my job to protect him and had he not been within danger I would have allowed it.

That was not the situation. He was within danger still and I could not die while that was in place. So I broke myself free which in turn dislocated his shoulder, it was fixed briefly after that.

He spoke to me and I did as I always did, the only thing I could do. I listened.

Later assisting him in walking I took us to the only home we've come to know, took him to the basement and began work on his wounds. We'd replace his attire later, he remained in boxers while I stitched and cleansed each cut. I removed the black face paint from around his eyes after taking off what was left of his mask. Held his head over a bucket and I cleaned the blood and sweat out of his hair.

Gallows pulled me to my knees when I had finished, he tossed off my headgear and removed the stitches from my lips. He inquired about Mister Creevey mentioning he hid evidence from my past. I told him what had happened, the beginnings of how I came to be as I am now. How the stalking began before the car collision that ended my family and left me with nothing. Mister Creevey has hidden evidence from what Slender Man has done to us and made us do to others. That is no different from my case.

He's left my mouth without stitches since then, by my guess to question further later. His mood has been grim and serious, I have not heard a laugh of joy only that of spite which fits him little.

Mister Creevey showed himself at the edge of the property the other day, he's been wandering around the edges of it. This land he claims to be different, special, the land the city and its outskirts are built on. How he is not able to come onto this property is beyond me. I believe he's figuring out a way to change that, the way he's been examining it and testing the invisible line that keeps him out. For now Gallows is safe but for how long I cannot say, we remain here until he finds a way through. If he does.

What is it the rest of you claim to have? Gut instincts? They tell me he will succeed.

Forever vigilant I shall be until this threat is eliminated. I will continue to post but it may end abruptly, Gallows can only survive so long on what he has harvested last. I dare say he may look to me when all that runs out. Only time will decide who will live and who will die, survival is just another fairy tale determined to end badly.

Until next time, hopefully Gallows will return to posting by then.


Sunday, October 16, 2011

Path made of blood

Put more cops out on the street? Just more for me to kill. ;)
That's what we've been doing, ya see. Stationed right here at a nice cozy house. Guess where we are heading? YUP!! Straight to the heart of the city, sunny side baby.
Josie we're coming for ya, girlie.

Got a nice present from the last copper I killed. You'll figure out what it is sooner or later, Agent. Eheheh!!

We're gonna have some real fun. Ya can find us, just follow the nice blood trail we left for ya. Maybe meet us up at the end of the line!
Gonna take her into protective custody, Agent? DO IT DO IT DO IT!
Like that's gonna stop me, boyo. I'll encourage ya even, give me a challenge!! ;)


Saturday, October 15, 2011


The object Ferus was looking for was retrieved. Briefly after obtaining it we were separated, it teleported him away from us. Gallows and I were left alone, we spent a short while murdering before I transported us back home. We decided against the plane after Executor got into contact with us, after he had contacted Ferus.

The Agent has been busy securing the streets while we have been away. Gallows is aware the Agent is reading our posts now, it's official with these measures that were taken. We will be tending to the trash soon.

We have been notified as well there is a user by the name of Withering Carnation that resides within this city. The girl, Josie Crumin, has been in contact with the Agent. What this means for her is that she is a target. Her importance to us depends on her importance to the Agent.

Your move, Agent.


Sunday, October 9, 2011

On the move!

Ferus wants to find this object. I ain't got no complaints if I can keep killing. If I can't he's in big trouble, gotta kill something, can't stop. HAVE TO HARVEST.
It's programmed into me y'know, so to speak.

Don't ya worry, Ferus me boy, I got no problem killing in the direction of your object.

Graves took out some Belgium officers that tried to interfere. Should of seen her!! They came out with guns aimed and she vanished. Came outta nowhere from the side of em and swung that shovel, lopped off their heads like she was the fucking grim reaper! Eheheh!!!
Anytime someone pulls out a shiny gun on us Graves moves forward and kills em. One second she'll be behind me and the next in front whacking away a bullet, impaling the idiots with her shovel. She ain't like me with killing, no no no. She'll stare ya down till you're good and cold, make sure you KNOW ya did something wrong.
Ho ho ho~ it's fantastic! Such a magnificent tool. You jealous? Yeah you jealous. ;)

Gonna go have more fun with Ferus, I like sitting close to him and playing with the knife. Makes shit tense, gonna do it, not gonna do it, he gonna retaliate from me doing this so much. EHEHEHEH!!!
I like ya, Ferus. Gonna be a shame when we gotta split ways, boyo.

Maybe when we do leave me and Graves will take a plane. By take I mean sneak on, and then kill everyone but the pilots until we land. That would be fun~


Wednesday, October 5, 2011



Ho ho ho~
It's fantastic. We got here with a BANG and a BOOM. Killed our way through a library. Or I did, eheheh! Graves followed from behind with the shovel slung over her shoulder, hat tipped down real low. Think she's watching Ferus nice and close, don't think she trusts him.
EHEHEH!! GRAVES, why ya gotta be so mean even when ya don't say A THING AT ALL. :)

I hung people from the second story of the library, all inside. Gonna be a nice surprise when the door gets opened by someone, made a real nice scene in there.
Been killing our way across Belgium looking for this... well, Ferus can tell ya if he wants. I don't really give a damn, killing in a new place is what I came to do. Ya ever hear a man, woman, or child from Belgium scream? DELIGHTFUL~

I like Ferus. Been itching to cut him, holding back. He ain't like Saintie, gotta remember. Don't wanna ruin my fun here, killing Ferus would be a damn shame. Would lose a fun fun fun man. ;)
Graves don't seem to think so. See her, she don't talk but I know the way her head works. Every little expression her eyes show, since they are the only thing visible. What with the lower half of her face covered in a hanky with a skull jaw and nose design. She look more western than I sound, eheheh!!
Yeah I see her though. Tell ya truth I don't give a flying fuck if Ferus tries something, hell I'd expect it since I'm itching to cut him up just for the thrill. Don't hurt my itty bitty feelings one bit, y'know. Graves though, nope nope  nope. She ain't pleased. Keeps herself between Ferus and me, like a good tool. :)

Ferus, boyo, don't care what she thinks. You saw our adventures with Saintie, felt the same way that she did. Just a hateful bitch is all, eheheh!!!
I like ya, Ferus. Wanna keep killing with ya till I feel the need to kill you. Y'know, at that point there won't be anymore restraint.
Can we keep killing even after we pick up your package? Just for a bit. I don't wanna stop, EVER~



Executor contacted me after Gallows ignored him. He's displeased about the fact we left the city. I've come to the conclusion it isn't because Gallows has recently offered himself for hire. I have known all along it was due to the city being a cage, long before I ever fell into Gallows' hands.

It was always a cage, long before Gallows even existed. Before those who read this blog now. There is no concern for none can be felt, death is the one common trend species all have. What the reason is for keeping us there is unknown, this brief experience is just a glimmer of hope to Gallows. It's a taunt, a mockery. I wonder if the man that Gallows has come to enjoy the company of understands this. Ferus has only given him a taste of the world, now he'll want all of it.

If I could fear I would, at last I cannot. Therefore I shall state this out of a logical viewpoint. Gallows now knows of something outside the city, the farm he's grown upon. He'll want more and he will not stop until he has it. This itch to murder  will seem insignificant when the itch to expand his cage comes.

Then we'll be in trouble, perhaps even I, his tool, will be.

There is time, however, for his diseased mind demands he harvests, that he survives. That burden weighs the heaviest, it will subdue the itch for freedom if only for a bit. For those that value their lives perhaps it will be enough, though I must say I doubt it.

I cannot blame Ferus for this was always dormant. It is the fault of the one who bound him there. Gallows is still human and therefore will always rebel against captivity.

That is the end of such a topic. You wish to know of our time here with Ferus, I shall tell you. He is a clever man, easily inspires fear and I do not say that just because of his appearance. The man is of average height, his heavy build would not make you do a double take. His wife-beater and cargo pants wouldn't either. The sound of his voice, deep in its tone, initially I thought he was ill but alas that does not seem so. His voice appears to sound congested, which may or may not relate to his flesh condition. It's nearly red with burns and scarring, worse than damage Gallows has done unto me or himself. The welts did not go unnoticed either, might I add. The strangest bit I have seen is blood seeping from the bottom of his mask, not often but enough to raise questions on health related issues.

Ferus does not display any difference in demeanor outside of his blog, he's just as amused by Gallows as well. The dry chuckling the only sign of it. With his focus and composure it is reasonable as to why Executor demanded us to return within a few days rather than immediately. I believe Ferus's meticulous ways is what allowed Gallows more time to play.

Gallows does not lie when he says I am skeptical as I was with Saint. One of us must be. I credit our companion for his ways, our superior is surely pleased to have someone so capable. For that I remain aware, for he is so capable.

With that said I end this piece now, Gallows has already begun on his merry way and I dare not lose sight of him.


Friday, September 30, 2011


Saintie left officially a week ago. I've been busy, I know y'all missed me lots. </3

I wanna tell ya all about it.

So Saintie left after we bothered Graves some more and tortured the city a bit. That Agent came back and sent out more popos to play with. Fucker got the streets littered with coppers. Where ya getting all these peeps from, pulling em out your ass? Sounds desperate to me.
Got the idea before Saintie came round to get into the police headquarters. Got Graves all dressed up, had to sit her on down and pull out the stitches from her lips. Got a nasty scar across her face, y'know, I put it there. Almost made her blind but she moved. Lucky girlie she was back then. Reopened that wound nice and slowly, made her bleed all prettily.
Got her all dolled up before I beat the crap outta her, messed her up like a victim just up until death.

She teleported right into town and I waited for some hours. Then some more and then some more. She didn't come back.

I was not happy, no no no.
She teleported in late at night. Should I say early the next morning? Dunno, don't care. Graves came back exhausted and collapsed on the floor of the dining room. I saw some fresh injuries that I didn't do. Dragged her downstairs and put her on the table, stopped the bleeding.
Been a while since I've heard her voice, y'know. Listened when she explained what had happened in a hoarse voice. Said she went in there, went as planned. She scanned the room a few times through-out her time there, then on one of the times noticed someone staring back from one of the office windows. He was different looking, found out he was the Agent. He came out and greeted Graves, took her into his office. They talked a bit and he was casual fella she said. Was a bit sickly looking, pale, greasy dark blonde hair. Wore a suit and had slightly red eyes that looked weary.

They talked a bit and he closed the blinds, they talked some more before he inquired about me. Good old Gallows!! She played off differently, like only hearing about me. Couldn't say she was a survivor cause we all know better. ;)
Didn't matter cause he knew somehow. She caught his smile and he got his foot between her legs and knee in her chest, cuffed both hands to the chair. The Agent tried to interrogate her, beat her, when other coppers requested his presence he left the room. She was able to break the arms of the chair and teleport free.

Fella beat her pretty badly. Stabbed her in some nice but less harmful spots. Patched her up, stitched her up, she's all better now.
I am not happy, no no no. Agent knows us it looks like. Knows us pretty damn well, gotta fix this.
Gonna take a leave though. I got plans with a new buddy of mine y'all know by Ferus, but more on that later. ;)

Agent, we're gonna play real soon. Just you wait.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011


WE ARE HAVING SO MUCH FUN! We played "Hide the body parts from Graves" and scattered em EVERYWHERE! EHEHEHEH!!! She went on a scavenger hunt to find em all.
We hid up on a level above her and dropped a body in front of her through a hole. SHE JUMPED and then threw the body over her shoulder and left. BOO!!
It's so much fun. I really wish she got angry. :(

It was the best of times. Saintie sums it up nicely so I won't go over the little things. ;)

We've been experimenting lots. I showed Saintie how to organize a persons insides and pick apart their body for use. Graves has been cleaning up after us, it's hysterical. I wanna put her in a maid dress watch, eheheh!! Gotta calm myself. She'll be getting dolled up real soon, heh!

Saintie and I are gonna to keep experimenting. I think I gotta let him go soon. FEW DAYS. WEEK. TWO? Wanna keep him some days. He don't scream or reel like em other proxy boyos when I pull a knife and get all playful. I like Saintie which is why I gotta let him go. I kill what I like. Graves is alive because she's more of a tool than a person. :)
Saintie, I don't want you to go. Let's play as along as we can! I think we should see how the human body can stretch. Then we can see how many cuts it takes till a person dies from pain and not blood loss. OH OH OH!! We should mummify someone! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO THAT! I tried once. I got too hungry to finish, eheheh!!!



Graves present.

I've come to the conclusion Gallows is using Saint as a distraction from the issues at hand with the Agent. It has come to my attention that he's been sending me out to check in on updates in the area, yet he does not act. While Gallows is putting my body to work I find it less troublesome with him in a good mood.

Saint is pleasant when not influenced by Gallows. Hiding body parts was not something my time should be spent with. They had me put together the body before I buried it.

I recognize Gallows' itch. There is a reason we are secluded to this property and that city only a few miles away. Unlike others with specified targets or groups Gallows kills everyone, anyone. You are all prey to him, how long it takes for him to hunt you or kill you makes all the difference. Saint has done well. It has been years since Gallows allowed someone to live this long.

I need to tend to cleaning. Gallows has fallen asleep finally, he hangs himself oddly over the couch and is dangling half off it with his legs over the back. Gallows does not handle alcohol well, never built up much of a tolerance. There isn't any point in adjusting him, this is a normal sleeping position even when sober.

Enjoy your lives, farewell.


Sunday, September 11, 2011


We have been busy since the arrival of Saint. Gallows has taken it upon himself to hover over our guest. Upon arrival he carried this air of authority, we saw through it all too easily. Gallows applauded his ways of mimicking others, sat him down in the living room to muse over his demeanor. They talked and all the while the host of the eve tested Saint, even resorted to idly prodding him with a fireplace porker.

They went with the killing contest, whether it was actually one or not I am unaware of. It seemed to fit a spree more than an actual contest itself. I transported them into the desired area and left. They came home on their own time with a stolen vehicle and a body count higher than expected.

I threw the shovel at Gallows when they returned, he cackled madly about how I should start digging. I began so and only recently have taken a break. He hovers now with Saint as I write this, no doubt planning to rant his own two cents.

I cannot imagine Saint truly enjoying his stay here. Our place of residence is not exactly suitable for guests, let alone ourselves. A home that is decaying like the bodies upon the property, filthy for the most part and a mess all together. His room isn't much different, forced to use a lantern. The bed has become stale in its comfort. Blood stains, dirt, various filth covers the house. The vines have taken to crawling inside the house in some spots, not that we care. The place could come down upon us all and it would mean nothing.


Gotta interrupt this here post. Tell ya how excited I am. BOY OH BOY! Saintie is a riot. We played through the streets until the coppers finally found us.


Saintie me boy your icy eyes with red smeared around em fits well.
We made him dance real good, was all stiff at first but he loosened up real good, YUP. Stole a truck and began tossing in bodies then made an escape. GOOD TIMES!!
Took him back and we played with the bodies along with various sharp objects. GREAT TIMES!!

Maybe we'll get live prey to bring home and play with? ;)

Thursday, September 8, 2011


I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait!!! I'M JUST SO EXCITED!

I wanna stab and stab and stab until a river of red flows. Oh I could just make someones eyes bleed like they are excited and crying in joy for me. Oh oh oh!!! WE'LL HAVE SO MUCH FUN~

Graves is glowering in the corner, it's cute. I don't think she likes me playing with the other children. Thinks it's dangerous. She doesn't have any say though, she knows it. ;)
Maybe they'll play together. Oh that would be so delightful!

Oh the Agent and his pawns won't know what to do with themselves. We'll play the game and have so much fun, you'll learn a thing or two, boyo. So will they. We'll break so many skulls and I'll teach ya how to cut em open real good, Saintie.

Can't promise ya won't get cut but y'know y'all walk away with your life. That gotta count for something. ;)

Hi ho hi ho it's off to murder with Saintie I go~


Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Slit throats

Tell me, viewers, have you seen the eyes of a murderer before? Their hollow beating hearts intensify their gaze. Every breathe is that of a hungry predator, he who desires nothing more but to rip and tear, to bleed the world dry.

Gallows captured eleven people over these last few days. He shoved them all within the second Draining Room. Bare of anything it was used for one purpose, holding live prey. I stood-by and watched as the man walked into the crowd with nothing but pants on, minus the messily painted raccoon eyes he smudges on daily. Every step was intent and without any play of words he flipped open his switchblade and struck the closest person, running the blade across their neck. He struck the next closest, then the next, hopping from person to person and slitting their throats.

Some pulled back and grabbed their necks, he kicked their stomachs or tore away their arms before slitting their throats too. The results were all the same. Blood spewed through the room, across Gallows, by the end of it the floor was mostly covered by red. The drain gurgled as it seeped, going to where it always did.

We stand upon his work, the corpses below us. The land stained in blood, the streets of the city built upon it. There is no regret within his gaze, I cannot feel any of my own. Perhaps we are products of His nothingness, the gap that can never be filled. I wonder, maybe we were never meant to feel at all?

Our lives deserve no such questions. Gallows will laugh seeing this and these thoughts that sometimes wander will fall silent for they hold no worth. We are His products, purpose exists not here.

Those that question otherwise are not paying very good attention. Gallows pities your ability to comprehend in my place.

Agent, we suspect you to be watching. May your God hear the last minute prayers you shall send when Gallows finds you.


Friday, September 2, 2011

Words kept

Gallows killed the family of the previous police officer.

He went to them and had them contact the partner. When the partner arrived Gallows knocked him unconscious and waited for him to awaken. He left the man on his side as he threw the newly classified widow to the floor. He cut her open neck to the end of her stomach, he tore out her insides as if he was ripping apart wrapping paper on Christmas morning.

The daughter was not home and rather than find the girl Gallows chose to let her find the home as it would be. The two sons in their teenage years were bound, horrified by what lurked beneath the flesh of their mother. Gallows twisted their limbs in directions a human body should never experience. He hung both the bodies when he finished with them, lit them on fire and let them slowly spread the flames.

To the officer that was bound another interrogation arose. Gallows was not satisfied by the end of it. I watched from the corner as he let out his anger through the knife in hand. I counted sixty some odd stabs before my mind drifted off somewhere else.

When he pulled himself off the body and made his way there was no doubt things would not continue this eve. The anger simmered down much but it did not stop the seething. The flames by then spread across the ceiling, trailed down the walls and met the carpet. I held out a hand and he took it without hesitation. We returned to the home he has made for himself, built on hardships and sins.


Wednesday, August 31, 2011

The mystery

"Why did they come?"

"Come? Come where? I don't know!"


"No no no please not th-"

"Why did they come?"

"It it was the call."

"What call?"

"We weren't going to but the agent told us to. He issued the order!"

"What agent?"

"I I I don't know. This suit showed up and and I don't know!"


"Please go-"

"What agent?"

"I don't-"



"What firm?"

"I don't-"

"What branch of the government?"

"I don't-"

"Where did he come from?"

"Oh god oh god I don't-"





In short, don't lie to me.





"I don't-"



"Do ya think you're special? That I will let ya live as long as you don't tell me, boyo? You're fucking mistaken. I'll kill ya. ("Please no no no") I'll kill you and then I'll go and I'll get your partner ("NO! Not Mark! Stay awa-"). Maybe just maybe I'll kill your family just for the inconvenience. Like that, boyo? Yeah, that shut you up real good." 

I don't like it.

"Please please please Chief told us to. We were just following orders."

"Your Chief is fucking stupid."

"We had to do someth-"









"...You were lied to. Enabled. Suicide mission."


"He fed ya what ya wanted, boyo. That agent don't know Gallows, or he does know Gallows and don't give a fuck about you."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying, boyo... You're a pawn. Expendable."

"No no no he promised... You said if I talked too..."

"Ya see I got this habit called lying. Nasty thing."

"...You're going to kill me, aren't you?"

"Like ya never been killed before, boyo."


Yet I lie anyways. :)
Made a nice little recording at least~

Looks like I gotta pluck me some more coppers. Give em a nice visit soon. Maybe see who this agent is. See who's fixing my broken toys.