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“I love you too mom” I say as she leaves for work leaving her “sick” son at home for the day. One whole day to prepare for the glory. Everything has already been procured and is waiting in my closet, it has been for almost a month, waiting for what seems like an eternity for his word. Last night i was laying in bed and right as i was about to fall asleep he whispered in my ear. “Tomorrow.”
I knew exactly what he meant and exactly what i must do. Living your entire life with another being inside of you isnt as uncomfortable as you might think, especially when he’s been around alot longer than you and can tell you exactly how to react in a situation. Every choice is still down to me though. I have to allow him to do anything, from killing a stray dog and dissecting it just to see the heart beating in its chest for a minute or two before it finally dies, to cutting down the length of my thigh and watching the dark red blood slowly ooze up from the stinging incision.
He likes blood. The sight of it is really the only thing that gets my heart racing anymore thanks to the countless things he’s suggested I do. However it seems I am never the one doing anything, simply an observer in my own body. For lunch I had a delicious raw liver and a couple multivitamins. Gotta keep my precious gift to him thick and delicious. I have kept my body healthy through the years just to keep him happy, running, lifting, jiu jitsu, yoga. I am the pinnacle of human perfection, mucsles tight and toned, perfect blood pressure. I would do anything for him and in fact i am about to do the only thing he has demanded of me.
Its hard to imagine just one life can hold so much importance in this twisted world of ours. How did I get to be so lucky? I’m babbling, i must get back to work it’s almost 4:30 just two hours until my mom gets home… just enough time. I go up into my room and begin preparing everything that will me needed. The candles, the bucket, the camera, a tripod, my knife and the cuffs to hang myself upside down from my ankles, everything i need in such an unsuspecting gym bag.
I close the curtains in my room and begin to light the candles. Today is definitely the day that i complete my one goal in this sad pathetic little life. I turn the camera on and begin to explain myself of what about to do, and why I’m doing it. “My name is David, David Taylor. I live in Cutler Bay, Florida I am 16 years old and today I am going to sacrifice myself and give him my blood.” I say clearly staring directly into the camera calmly as i felt a cold dark wave envelop me.
His presence is majestic, I live for it. In fact I am about to die for it and i’m not even scared that’s the crazy part. Normally suicide is a cry for help, which I believe this is, just not help for myself help for everybody else. “I dont expect you to understand why I am doing this, fuck I dont even understand this. All I know is it must be done, he has called to me and explained the importance of it. My blood he says is necessary, All of it, every last drop.”
So with these words i move alway from the camera and place the bucket in place underneath where i will be hanging and slide my nightstand over to the middle of the room so i can grab the knife after I strap myself in. You can’t possibly imagine how difficult it is to hang yourself upside down from the celing without assistance. The blood is rushing to my head making me kind of dizzy as i begin to recite what comes to my heart. “Without darkness there is no light, Flow through me now and consume my soul for eternity in undending dark.” Without any hesitation as if it wasnt even me my hand grasps the knife and raises it toward my neck. “Soon this pathetic life will end so that the rest of yours may not.” The blade finds its way to my jugular and right as it is about to pierce my flesh forever setting me free and completing my mandated lifelong mission the door opens.
My mother seeing what is about to happen gets scared and says “You’re moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air” I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said FRESH and had a dice in the mirror if anything i could tell that this cab was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air. I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby ‘Yo, home smell you later.’ Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air

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How do I just know we're going to look up and see the face of a man.

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I'm really confused whether those hotdogs are coming out of his pants or going into it.

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The Bath Game or "Daruma-san" is a paranormal ghost game that originated in Japan. The game involves summoning a grotesque ghost that will follow you all day. The object of the game is to evade the ghost and prevent it from catching you.
Warning: We advise you not to play the bath game. They say that playing Daruma-san can result in very bad things happening to you.

Bath Game Instructions:

Before you go to bed at night, take off your clothes and go into the bathroom.
Fill the bathtub with water and turn off the lights.
Sit in the middle of the bathtub, facing the faucets or taps.
Wash your hair, while repeating over and over the words "Daruma-san fell down. Daruma-san fell down."
As you wash your hair, in your mind, you should see an image of a Japanese woman standing in the bathtub. She slips and falls onto a rusty tap. The tap goes through her eye and kills her.
Keep repeating the words "Daruma-san fell down. Daruma-san fell down." until you finish washing your hair. Your eyes must remain shut.
You may hear or feel a slight movement in the bathtub behind you. Keep your eyes closed. Do not peek. You have just summoned a ghost.

The ghostly figure of a woman will rise out of the water behind you. You will feel her presence as she stares at you, her head just behind your right shoulder. Her hair is black and tangled. Her clothes are tattered and rotting. She has only one eye. Her left eye is wide open and bloodshot. Her right eye is missing, leaving just a bloody, hollow eye socket.

7. When you sense the presence of the ghost, say out loud "Why did you fall in the bath?"

8. Keeping your eyes shut tightly, stand up, get out of the bath. Be careful not to trip and fall. Immediately leave the bathroom and shut the door behind you. Now it is safe to open your eyes. Leave the water in the bath overnight. Go to sleep.

The next morning, when you wake up, the game will begin. The ghost of the one-eyed woman will be following you. Whenever you turn to look, she will disappear. Throughout the day, when you glance over your right shoulder, you will occasionally catch a glimpse of her. She will get closer and closer as the day goes on. Do not allow her to catch you.

If you glance over your shoulder and see that she is way too close, you should shout "Tomare!" which means "Stop!" Then run away as quickly as possible. This will allow you to put some distance between yourself and the one-eyed woman.

To end the game, you must catch a glimpse of the ghostly woman and shout "Kitta!" which means "I cut you loose!" Then hold out your hand in front of you and swing it down in a cutting motion (like a karate chop).

You should end the game before midnight. Otherwise the one-eyed woman will appear in your dreams and follow you.

Bath Game Rules:

Do not open your eyes when the ghost first appears.
Do not allow the ghost to trip you when you get out of the bath.
Do not re-enter the bathroom after you leave.
Do not drain the bathtub until morning.
Do not allow the one-eyed woman to catch up to you.
A final piece of advice:

Do not play this game. It is very dangerous. Summoning ghosts can result in you getting possessed by a demon or dying in a horrible way. You could also trip and fall in the bath and seriously injure or kill yourself. If you fail to end the game properly, the ghost could continue to follow you for the rest of your life. Do not play this game.

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His face is saying "damn I just shit my face."

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i love how the opening line of that book is literally this:

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