INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

My heart is beating so fast it is a bit shorter than my breathing. I think I'm being stalked. I don't know what happened to me, or why 1I was scared of it, but I need to know why. I need to know what happened. 2
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STORY #1 (13 tweets, 6 participants)

My heart is beating so fast it is a bit shorter than my breathing. I think I'm being stalked. I don't know what happened to me, or why 1I was scared of it, but I need to know why. I need to know what happened. 2 Because everything is different now, yet I can't know how, I feel it. People act strangely since I came back, as if I wasn't there 3with them. I feel unsafe though, as I'm at a dark and unexplained scene to understand what I've found. 4 Every now and then I feel a spark of disgusted recognition coming from them, my existence is reduced just to an unfelt presence5 Just a shadow that goes unseen; but, why? 6I don't know. The only thing that has happened to me is the feeling that something is watching me. I can feel it 7everywhere. But I am scared, I am terrified 8 I start to get strange ideas. I want them to see me.YES, THAT’S IT. I’ll make them suffer, little by little, then THEY WILL SEE ME 9AGAIN, I will be in the pool of blood and sweat for me and I will be with THEM. 10 They'll see me. As always, for a brief moment. And I'll disappear in the shadows. Again. Once again. A stranger in my own land. 11 I stare down at the knife in my hands, the blood pooling from the gashes in my wrists. Soon, I will be with them and nowehre else. 12 My bowie knife has failed to kill the zombie turkeys. Each stab heals. Each turkey resurrects. I have no choice left but to-- 13

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STORY #2 (13 tweets, 5 participants)

My heart is beating so fast it is a bit shorter than my breathing. I think I'm being stalked. I don't know what happened to me, or why 1I was scared of it, but I need to know why. I need to know what happened. 2 Because everything is different now, yet I can't know how, I feel it. People act strangely since I came back, as if I wasn't there 3with them. I feel unsafe though, as I'm at a dark and unexplained scene to understand what I've found. 4 Every now and then I feel a spark of disgusted recognition coming from them, my existence is reduced just to an unfelt presence5 Just a shadow that goes unseen; but, why? 6I don't know. The only thing that has happened to me is the feeling that something is watching me. I can feel it 7everywhere. But I am scared, I am terrified 8 I start to get strange ideas. I want them to see me.YES, THAT’S IT. I’ll make them suffer, little by little, then THEY WILL SEE ME 9AGAIN, I will be in the pool of blood and sweat for me and I will be with THEM. 10 I´ll make them remember this day for generations to come. The day they cursed me with the silence of death curse... 11 and I will never leave them. I will never leave that place. I will never let them leave me. 12 And among them, the zombie turkeys, I will make their life--their lives--a living hell. I'll kill them again and again and again. 13

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STORY #3 (13 tweets, 4 participants)

My heart is beating so fast it is a bit shorter than my breathing. I think I'm being stalked. I don't know what happened to me, or why 1I was scared of it, but I need to know why. I need to know what happened. 2 Because everything is different now, yet I can't know how, I feel it. People act strangely since I came back, as if I wasn't there 3with them. I feel unsafe though, as I'm at a dark and unexplained scene to understand what I've found. 4 Every now and then I feel a spark of disgusted recognition coming from them, my existence is reduced just to an unfelt presence5 Just a shadow that goes unseen; but, why? 6I don't know. The only thing that has happened to me is the feeling that something is watching me. I can feel it 7everywhere. But I am scared, I am terrified 8 Everything has been so tough since I lost my memory in that terrible incident. My house, my friends... Nothing seems familiar anymore. 9 Only thing that feels real is the fear. The fear that it is going to happen again. The police still can't figure out what happened to me 10 or who did this to me.. no evidence, nothing. And I am terrified, terrified of thinking that somebody is following me. 11 “Make them feel” “make them suffer” “you will remember” - I her whispers all around me. WHO’S THERE? IS THAT YOU, SATAN? 12IT WAS MY FAMILY. SATAN. HE WAS THERE. HE WAS WATCHING. HE WAS WATCHING ME. 13

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