This story is a true account of what happened in my neighborhood three months ago, I was a part of this and I feel I don't have long to live, so I write this for you.
One dreary morning in a podunk town in Florida, my friends and I decided to go check out this creepy empty house that was abandoned the previous year. My friend Seleam decided to go in first, Freddie decided to wait outside and only come in if we called his name.
Seleam turned on his flashlight and lead the way, I whipped out my pocket knife, just in case something should attack us. We called Freddie in, we didn't want him to ditch us. We proceeded to go into the house, the entryway was clean, but when we entered the living room we were appalled by what we saw. Dead rats lying on the ground gutted, their intestines strewn around the room like confetti.
Freddie screamed, and Seleam threw up in the corner, I slipped on a blood puddle and busted my butt. These corpses were new.
We decided to have Freddie call the police and tell them what was going on, Seleam and I went upstairs. The hallway was a mess, the carpet was ripped and there was blood pooling at our feet, dripping from the ceiling. I send Seleam downstairs to get Freddie and investigate the garage, They texted me pictures of crazy sexual torture devices and bloody instruments of pain. I started to wonder where the police were. I found a TV in the clean bedroom, which seemed to belong to a child, there were some Pokémon and Yu-gi-oh! cards on dressers and transformer toys, I turn on the news and the breaking news story was that the police station burned down at 5:16pm exactly one minute before Freddie called.
They met me in the room, they wanted to investigate the master bedroom then go home, I lead, Seleam said he saw a small figure of a kid dart into the closet when he was leaving, Freddie saw her when he looked in the bathroom mirror, I didn't see her, I thought they were crazy. Then I dropped my knife, it was dark and I couldn't see, I accidentally tripped Seleam, the lights flickered on and his hand was impaled on the knife. The little girl said to us,
"Be my friend forever and I will let him go."
I accepted, so did Freddie, Seleam went home and patched his hand up. We decided to take pictures then leave. We sent pictures of a pile of mutilated bodies we found in the kitchen to Seleam. We decided to wrap this up and go home.
The next day Seleam was found dead, locked in his closet with Friends forever clawed into his chest and his eyes dangling out, He had a note pinned to his jeans that said "Tu" with the rest of the letters faded.
Freddie died one month later, the same injuries and the note pinned to his jeans read "tuesd"
I found a note that said "Tuesday" on my night stand this morning, one month after Freddie died. I was scared and didn't even have the balls to get out of bed, I just clutched my knife and waited to die. I keep seeing Tuesday, a girl from school, walk around the sets on TV shows I'm watching, I wonder if she is going to kill me or just make me kill myself, I guess I just have to wait and see, I told Seleam he never should have broken up with Tuesday, she always had that look in her eye, like she just wanted to be friends.... FOREVER!