INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

I screamed and slammed my hands over the man’s chest and backed away as much as I could and that's when I heard the voice, something I 1will never forget. *"You did what you had to, honey. You did a good job. 2
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STORY #1 (24 tweets, 3 participants)

I screamed and slammed my hands over the man’s chest and backed away as much as I could and that's when I heard the voice, something I 1will never forget. *"You did what you had to, honey. You did a good job. 2 The tears that were flowing freely stopped and the horror that I originally felt dissipated. I was conscious of my sudden absence of emotion, but no longer felt in control of the situation. I heard myself murmur repeatedly, "I did what I had to. I did a good job." 3 i knew i was going crazy and what i did kept hunting me.i needed to talk to someone but i was afraid they would think am a monster 4 I was aware of all these things, but felt detached from the rationale that bound me to societal standards. The voice of the ghost of my past continued to echo in my head, intermingling with my monotone chant. Suddenly, my mental ghost had a new ominous message for me. 5 the new message was "run" it was repeating like a broken record I tried to block the voice out but it was eating me up so I started running6 my legs couldn´t carry me anymore but the more i ran the less i could hear the voice 7 I ran until my legs ached, my lungs burned, and the taste of copper flooded my mouth. The voice was silent for now, but the blood on my hands remained. It was cold and sticky. The ambient light made it shine black in the night. Trembling, I brought my hand to my mouth. 8 everything became blurry then my knees gave up on me, i started coughing blood fear took over me completely. i fell on the cold floor and9 i was praying that this will all end up being a nightmare but i know what i did was real and not a dream 10 As I laid there on the ground, I started hearing noises that gradually increased in volume. At first it sounded like static, but then it began to sound like disjointed voices. Reassurances that what I did was "good" were overlaid by a darker, more malevolent utterances 11 declaring that my work was not yet done. I began to shake more violently as the voices grew deafening. They seemed to erode my own sense of self and the morals I struggled to hold on to. I lacked the strength to flee the darkness overtaking me. I tried to shut them out. 12 The darkness was overwhelming and the pain unbearable. I called out to the spirits and whatever God out there to end my suffering. 13 I didn't know just a simple game of truth or dare on a chill spring night could end up like this. 2\314 and now here i lie on the floor asking death to snatch my soul. 15 As I prayed for death, I was suddenly aware that I was now a passenger in my own body. The shaking ceased as my body slowly got up and began to walk back the way I originally came. I could hear myself repeatedly saying, "My work is not yet done." 16 I had to finish what I started or i will find no peace. But what if i do not find the peace i long for after taking the last one's soul 17 What if i would still hear the voices telling me to give them more blood? What if i won't be able to forget the horrible works my hand made?18 But above all what if i wouldn't want to stop. What if i really liked it.. What if i really liked being a monster 19 Returning to the factory I originally fled, I stood over the corpse of a man. His body had collapsed to floor after the hydraulic press had done it's job. Brain matter and other viscera coated the machine's plates. An intact eye laid on the floor looking up at me. 20 The eyeball made me feel guilty as if someone was watching my every move. 21 A wave of nausea hit me but I couldn't throw up. I had to take in deep breaths and start cleaning up my mess. 2 /2 22hours ago. I couldn't stand to look at it. I started feeling freezing. I couldn't breath. I had no idea what happened. 23I thought to myself I had to get the hell out of there. 24

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STORY #2 (7 tweets, 3 participants)

I screamed and slammed my hands over the man’s chest and backed away as much as I could and that's when I heard the voice, something I 1will never forget. *"You did what you had to, honey. You did a good job. 2 The tears that were flowing freely stopped and the horror that I originally felt dissipated. I was conscious of my sudden absence of emotion, but no longer felt in control of the situation. I heard myself murmur repeatedly, "I did what I had to. I did a good job." 3 i knew i was going crazy and what i did kept hunting me.i needed to talk to someone but i was afraid they would think am a monster 4 I was aware of all these things, but felt detached from the rationale that bound me to societal standards. The voice of the ghost of my past continued to echo in my head, intermingling with my monotone chant. Suddenly, my mental ghost had a new ominous message for me. 5*'We will never get you back.'* This time it seemed that the voice had changed. It was horrifying and sinister. I had no 6idea what it meant. 7

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