Post by Echo on Oct 28, 2013 19:04:07 GMT
(I'm not quite certain if this is too late to submit, so sorry if it is! If it is just disregard it 
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I don’t understand why those imbeciles are constantly calling me mad! My dear reader -- the sweet, sweet testament to my sanity, believe them not! As you can clearly derive from the eloquent delivery of my words, I am no madman. All of this happened to me, and struck me in my very soul! Yet they still make to claim I’m mad. But you see, my adoring advocate, I have the proof of my testimonies. I am a direct witness. No one can tell it better than I. I shall beseech of you to hear these words, believe their meaning, for everything I utter is true, so true! Mock me not for these binds they gave me, nor this sterile room they placed me in. Here it is, ignorant apes – my testimony.
You see, it wasn’t my fault. It was his. He would be the one to lie on my chest in the wane hours of the night, pulling the air from my lungs -- visionless embodiment of Satan! Oh but he was cunning. He would ensure I was utterly alone before he began those attacks upon me. Silently his ethereal hands would wrap around my throat when I slept and throw pots and pans across the room! The little imp wished to scare me. Ha! The fool. Of course it didn’t work. I merely smiled at the sight and went about my way, knowing there was an ever-present pair of eyes glaring at me. One day, he decided to try harder to get a little fright into me. Just as dawn was breaking through my window, he held me down against my bed, using the long shadows to cast horrifying images across my walls! My long-dead wife coming back to hang a noose around my neck and snap the life from my innocent body! Only, her hands really were! He finally elicited that scream he’d desired from my throat. It was a terrible animalistic sound that drew the whole neighborhood. When they came, all they saw was the old man standing on a chair, a noose around his neck, nearly about to fall.
Of course, you my darling poppets know how foolish they were to think one as stable as I would do such a thing. But alas, now it’s my only choice. He’s still here, waiting for me. I fear I shall have to give in.
)I don’t understand why those imbeciles are constantly calling me mad! My dear reader -- the sweet, sweet testament to my sanity, believe them not! As you can clearly derive from the eloquent delivery of my words, I am no madman. All of this happened to me, and struck me in my very soul! Yet they still make to claim I’m mad. But you see, my adoring advocate, I have the proof of my testimonies. I am a direct witness. No one can tell it better than I. I shall beseech of you to hear these words, believe their meaning, for everything I utter is true, so true! Mock me not for these binds they gave me, nor this sterile room they placed me in. Here it is, ignorant apes – my testimony.
You see, it wasn’t my fault. It was his. He would be the one to lie on my chest in the wane hours of the night, pulling the air from my lungs -- visionless embodiment of Satan! Oh but he was cunning. He would ensure I was utterly alone before he began those attacks upon me. Silently his ethereal hands would wrap around my throat when I slept and throw pots and pans across the room! The little imp wished to scare me. Ha! The fool. Of course it didn’t work. I merely smiled at the sight and went about my way, knowing there was an ever-present pair of eyes glaring at me. One day, he decided to try harder to get a little fright into me. Just as dawn was breaking through my window, he held me down against my bed, using the long shadows to cast horrifying images across my walls! My long-dead wife coming back to hang a noose around my neck and snap the life from my innocent body! Only, her hands really were! He finally elicited that scream he’d desired from my throat. It was a terrible animalistic sound that drew the whole neighborhood. When they came, all they saw was the old man standing on a chair, a noose around his neck, nearly about to fall.
Of course, you my darling poppets know how foolish they were to think one as stable as I would do such a thing. But alas, now it’s my only choice. He’s still here, waiting for me. I fear I shall have to give in.