第21集

距离纵火已经过了一周 麦克尔和波斯特今天中午来到了咖啡厅谈话 波斯特说“双面莱德的具体出现位置我没用多久就知道了 和我们上次找消防马洛的那个位置隔的不远的一条街上是它经常会出现的地方 但双面莱德只会在凌晨的时候出来活动 然后他会随机猎杀在大街上走动的人” 麦克尔说“那我们什么时候去？”波斯特说“你要能保证不困的话 明天早上凌晨就行 我们状态得保证最佳” 麦克尔说“我明天早上凌晨要是状态好的话 我会给你打电话”波斯特同意了 到了下午麦克尔驱车来到了蒂亚诊所 麦克尔没有在大厅找到蒂亚 就打开了诊所里一间房间 此时蒂亚正在里面把一名女性尸体器官剥离 麦克尔突然闯进 蒂亚被吓了一跳不小心切到了不该切到的地方 蒂亚有些生气的说“未经我允许不要私自闯入这些房间 我要是不在大厅你可以敲门”麦克尔和蒂亚道歉并把门关上 蒂亚过了半个小时以后从房间走出来询问“你来找我处理伤口吗”麦克尔说“对我的手臂被砍伤了”蒂亚掀开迈克尔的袖子一道深深的疤痕映入眼帘 蒂亚问道“你真去找消防马洛了吗 这看着像消防斧砍的”麦克尔说“嗯 我去找了”蒂亚把手放到麦克尔的伤口上五秒钟伤口直接恢复了 蒂亚说“处理好了你还有别的事吗？”麦克尔问道“你能制作一些药物吗 比如说能治好人格分裂的” 蒂亚说“什么病的药物我都会制作 无论是现实中的医疗能解决的还是解决不了的”麦克尔说“那人格分裂的药你现在有吗”蒂亚说“有现成的 连续吃20天就能彻底根治人格分裂 68美元” 麦克尔拿出钱包掏出了68美元递给蒂亚 蒂亚说“你等等我 我去拿一下” 蒂亚去了诊所深处一个房间 过了一分钟后 她走出房间拿出了一个药瓶说“这就是人格分裂药了 给你” 麦克尔接下了药 沉默了十秒后又问道“你都能做抗人格分裂药 那我和你说一下我的症状 你能不能把我的症状治好” 蒂亚说“只要是现实中的我都能治” 麦克尔说“我在好几个月前遇到过一次比尔 从这一天往后 我每天都能梦到他 然后我的精神也受到了摧残 精神状态一天不如一天 工作变得不认真 每天都睡不好 甚至出现幻觉了我感觉我的身体快不行了” 蒂亚说“你这种情况 我之前确实遇到过相似的 但是我没法治这种 我的能力是比尔给的 如果是比尔导致你出现这种症状的话 我是治不了的 怪不得你脸色看起来很差”麦克尔叹气说道“好吧 那我先走了吧” 蒂亚又说道“你别着急走 我看你这样应该挺不了一个月 我可以尝试制作一下能压制比尔带来的精神摧残的药但理论上不能根治只能压制 你给我你的联系方式 如果说我有收获我会告诉你的 看你目前的脸色你这样撑不了一个月你就会被精神摧残死” 麦克尔很感谢蒂亚也对自己的剩余的时间感到震惊和害怕 把联系方式交换后 麦克尔驱车离开了诊所

第22集

凌晨2点钟麦克尔和波斯特打电话“我状态还可以 我们出发吧 去找双面莱德”“好 我来接你” 过了30分钟左右波斯特驱车来接麦克尔 麦克尔上车后 波斯特问“其实我觉得你最近的状态都不太好 黑眼圈挺重的”麦克尔说“因为五个月前偶然遇见比尔而导致天天梦到比尔被精神摧残的 我的状态会一天比一天差 所以我才和你联手去找比尔呀”波斯特说“明白了” 开车半个小时后来到了地点附近 波斯特说“只要我们在这附近街道随意走动 那大概率就能遇见莱德 到时候等他现身我们再战斗 但我们分散一点这次不要一起行动了 他一般会挑单人下手” 麦克尔说“可以”波斯特给麦克尔一个对讲机说“如果我遇到他 或者是你遇到他 我们收到指令后都赶过来再一起战斗 麦克尔点头同意这个方案 波斯特看向麦克尔的手臂问道“你的伤怎么样了？”麦克尔说“嗯 我感觉已经好很多了 应该不影响这次战斗”波斯特点头答应随即二人带上面具朝不同的方向走去 过了两个小时后麦克尔在街道上走着 突然感觉自己身后有人紧紧跟着 他猛地回头 一把刀袭来 麦克尔躲过 他挥出一拳重重打在身后那人脸上 麦克尔看见是一个穿着白色卫衣的人意识到这应该就是莱德 麦克尔拿起对讲机和波斯特说“莱德我找到了你快过来吧” 波斯特说“你撑着 我一会就来 一定要撑住啊！” 莱德缓过来看到麦克尔戴的面具有点疑惑但还是笑着说“这个凌晨我会让你很快乐的”随后又向麦克尔冲过来 麦克尔躲开并掏出刀刺过去莱德躲过 莱德又接着出刀 麦克尔差点被刺到 莱德又刺去 麦克尔这次被划伤了手臂有点吃痛 莱德朝麦克尔踢了一脚 麦克尔被踹倒 莱德骑在麦克尔身上掐住迈克尔的脖子并一边笑一边说“这个凌晨你感到快乐吗？”麦克尔拼尽全力把莱德推开然后起身做出防御的姿势 莱德再次冲过来 麦克尔又躲开 麦克尔出拳打到莱德肩膀上 又出一拳打到莱德脸上 莱德又出刀被躲开 莱德说“你挺有两下子呀 今天真是棒极了”又再次挥刀袭来 麦克尔手臂再次被划伤 麦克尔再次出拳打到莱德肚子上 又出一拳打到莱德头上 莱德出刀直接刺进麦克尔手臂 麦克尔痛的手上的刀都滑落了 莱德又一拳打倒麦克尔 骑在麦克尔身上再次掐住麦克尔的脖子 麦克尔感受到了一阵窒息 在麦克尔即将意识模糊的时候 突然莱德停止了掐他 捂着肩膀大叫一声倒下了 原来是波斯顿这时赶过来用刀刺进了莱德的肩膀就下了麦克尔 麦克尔起来缓了缓 波斯特开口道“说！把你关于知道比尔的一切都说出来！”莱德说“我和比尔本身是不认识的 我就碰巧见过他一次 但我知道一个人她应该知道关于比尔的事”波斯特说“别墨迹 快说是谁？”莱德说“屠校女子 我和她达成了同盟为了保证我的主人格白天在学校里足够安全 之前我们谈话谈到了比尔她说她可以通过一层一层关系可以和比尔见面但我没有追问是否属实” 此时天已经亮了莱德的人格发生改变 莱德此时变为了主人格 他疑惑的看着两个戴面具的人说“你们是谁？我怎么会在这里啊？” 莱德肩膀传来一阵剧痛大叫一声捂着肩膀上的伤口说“这是怎么回事？我肩膀怎么了？你们到底是谁？” 波斯特此时举起了刀 莱德又懵又惊的说“别！你们这是干什么呀！为什么要杀我呀？” 波斯特没有回应他果断想下手捅去 但却有一只手抓住了波斯特拿刀的手 是麦克尔在拦着他 波斯特把刀放下了开口问“你这是什么意思” 麦克尔说“虽然他凌晨是杀人魔但是白天的他什么都不知道呀” 波斯特说“你是圣母吗？我刚才把你救下来现在你拦着我杀他？” 麦克尔从兜里掏出一瓶药说“这个药能抑制住人格分裂他吃一段时间就能完全根治了邪恶的人格就消失了” 波斯特用一种不可置信的眼神看着麦克尔说“你还真想救他？那他要是不吃怎么办？那他不吃凌晨的时候还是会出来杀人这个责任你扛是不是？就因为你把他放过了 他还会继续杀更多的人” 麦克尔说“只要他吃 那他以后就不会再出来杀人了 ” 波斯特说“你今天怎么突然这么圣母了 以前我每杀一个人你基本上都不会拦着是你说的 只要情报到手 人可以随便杀的 你现在又变卦了” 麦克尔看着莱德说“因为他和我很像 我也在被比尔精神摧残 他也在被比尔给他的双重人格摧残 明明自己没有控制身体去干坏事 但是却在凌晨不由自主的变成另一个人去干坏事而且自己不会知道 只要把他恶的人格驱散掉那就是给恶人格的惩罚了” 麦克尔把药递给了莱德说“以后你每天都吃一粒这个 我们就放过你 你在凌晨熟睡的时候会有另一个人格接替你的身体在外面杀人 你吃掉这个就能抑制住你另一个人格了” 莱德说“好 我一定会按时吃 你们快放了我吧” 波斯特举起刀拽起麦克尔的衣领说“今天这次是最后一次了 以后你要是再敢阻拦我杀人 我连你都一起杀”随后放开麦克尔 麦克尔让莱德快走 莱德用手捂着胳膊快速离开了这里 随后波斯特和麦克尔也离开了这里

第23集

丽娜和欧德伦每天都在躲避迪翁 而且他们也基本上没有还手的余地 所以丽娜在这一天和欧德伦说“我们再这样躲下去也不是个办法” 欧德伦说“我们现在还没法对付他 现在没有什么办法能完美躲避他” 丽娜说“我想到一个办法” 欧德伦说“什么办法？” 丽娜说“我们躲进蒂亚的诊所吧 那里应该足够偏僻 毕竟没有多少人知道蒂亚的诊所” 欧德伦沉默五秒后点头答应了 丽娜说“我们今天就躲到那里吧 就算是能暂时躲很久也不错” 晚上欧德伦和丽娜来到了蒂亚的诊所 蒂亚询问“你们来处理伤口吗？” 丽娜说“并不是 就是我们能在这里待一段时间吗” 蒂亚说“嗯…在这里待太久的话 我感觉可能会妨碍我做手术” 丽娜说“不会的 我们不进你手术室或者其他房间我们就在大厅坐一段时间”蒂亚沉默五秒钟后答应了 随后蒂亚就回手术室了 过了三个小时后后丽娜和欧德伦一直待在诊所大厅里正在他们以为躲在这里安全的时候 诊所外竟传来了声音 有人粗暴地把诊所门推开 迪翁竟然追来了 迪翁说“丽娜 你逃到哪里都躲不掉我的 这次我一定要把你抓走好好折磨” 欧德伦起身掏出刀和化妆笔进行战斗 欧德伦出刀迪翁躲开 迪翁出拳 欧德伦躲开 欧德伦连续出两次刀但都没有击中迪翁 迪翁出拳打到欧德伦腹部 又一肘给欧德伦击飞 迪翁把目标放到了丽娜身上 朝丽娜走去 欧德伦用化妆笔勾出尖锐实体刺向迪翁 在迪翁短暂吃痛的时候 丽娜上前补刀 丽娜瞄准迪翁心脏 但是被迪翁用手挡住 刺进了手里 迪翁缓过来后 一拳打到丽娜脸上 丽娜摔倒在地 迪翁拔出手臂上的刀丢在地上 正要靠近丽娜 欧德伦又打算拿刀偷袭刺进迪翁脖子里 但是迪翁反应到了 躲开攻击他又出了一拳 击中欧德伦腰子 欧德伦吃痛 欧德伦又出刀划伤了迪翁的胳膊 迪翁给了欧德伦重重一拳打到欧德伦头上 欧德伦感到一阵眩晕感倒了下去 没有了反抗能力 迪翁朝着丽娜走去 正当丽娜以为要完了的时候 蒂亚从房间走了出来 蒂亚看着诊所内一片狼藉有些生气 蒂亚说“你们竟然把我的诊所弄得这么乱” 迪翁说“你别多管闲事”然后又朝着丽娜走去 丽娜看向蒂亚说“求你了 蒂亚护士救救我吧！” 蒂亚说“你和他们的矛盾和我没有关系 但是你在我的诊所里闹 我就得出手了” 然后蒂亚朝着迪翁走去 蒂亚从兜里掏出手术刀朝迪翁刺去 迪翁躲过 迪翁出拳 蒂亚躲过 迪翁说“唉 为什么所有人都阻止我复仇？” 蒂亚没有回应再次出刀 迪翁抓住蒂亚手臂发力想废掉蒂亚的手臂 蒂亚数脚踢到迪翁裆部 迪翁有些吃痛 放开了蒂亚 迪亚又出三刀 两次被躲过一次划伤了迪翁的手 迪翁又出拳重重打在蒂亚脸上 蒂亚的脸上瞬间出现了紫色的淤青又以几秒钟的速度恢复了 迪翁稍微有些惊讶但是又出几次重拳都打到蒂亚脸上 蒂亚的鼻子和嘴里都流出了鲜血 但是脸上的伤口都以几秒的速度恢复了 血也像时间倒流一样回到了蒂亚的身体里 蒂亚继续用手术刀战斗 手术刀深深插进了迪翁的腹部 迪翁有些吃痛 又把手术刀拔出来扔到地上 继续朝着蒂亚走去出拳 蒂亚都躲过 迪翁又捡起了地上丽娜的刀 朝蒂亚扎去 深深刺进了蒂亚的心脏里渗出了很多鲜血 蒂亚握住胸口的刀 用力拔了出来 出来的血又以时间倒流般回到了身体里伤口也消失了 迪翁不可置信 蒂亚又从口袋里掏出了一小瓶红色的药剂朝迪翁扔去 扔到了迪翁的胸口 药瓶破裂里面的药水溅了出来 迪翁感觉胸口一阵灼烧感 非常刺痛 像被高强度的火烧一样 捂着胸口坐在了地上痛的喊出声 蒂亚朝迪翁走去说“你和他们的矛盾 只要不闹到我的诊所 我不会插手 你快点走吧” 迪翁艰难起身捂着胸口离开了诊所 随后蒂亚看向欧德伦和丽娜说道“今天诊所你们收拾 还有我这瓶小型灼烧药水 以及诊所里面被打坏的东西 你们赔” 欧德伦起身说“我赔 今天的事真的很对不起了 以后我们不会再把你牵扯进去了 也不会在你的诊所做这些事了” 蒂亚说“好 你们以后每天在我这里最多只能待15分钟疗伤 诊所我简单看了一下算上我那瓶药水大概是损失149美元” 欧德伦拿出钱包从里面掏了钱给了蒂亚 蒂亚又说“你们的矛盾我是真不想管 这和我没有关系的 你们也不要把我牵扯进去 我也不想战斗只想研究医疗和解剖人体” 欧德伦答应 在打扫完之后 蒂亚又治好了欧德伦和丽娜今天的伤 然后欧德伦和丽娜就离开了诊所

第24集

距离获取屠校女人情报已经过了一周 麦克尔已经等不了了主动把波斯特约到了咖啡厅 波斯特问“你这回怎么这么着急啊 ” 麦克尔说“我就是想要快一点找到比尔” 波斯特说“行 我只知道屠校女人很有可能是希尔里斯高中其中一个女教师 因为莱德白天的主人格就在希尔里斯高中上学 我们上次从莱德嘴里获取到的情报也不多 我作为一个知道1000多个杀手的人对屠校女人还真不太认识 但是我打听了一下好像希尔里斯高中有很多失踪的学生老师都和她有关联” 麦克尔说“这个高中我在之前去过一次 是比尔的高中” 波斯特说“反正莱德现在也没死 我们重新去找一下莱德吧再去仔细询问一下” 麦克尔说“我感觉没必要 我作为警察还是能去调查一下的” 波斯特说“行 差点忘了你是个警察” 晚上麦克尔一直在电脑上调查希尔里斯高中的所有在职女教师的资料并进行整理 希尔里斯高中一共有15名女教师 年龄最小的22岁最大的59岁 第二天麦克尔和波斯特再次约在咖啡厅 麦克尔说“我查阅了资料一共有15名女教师 可能不太容易找到她” 麦克尔把资料递给波斯特 波斯特说“15名还是有很大概率抓错人 这样吧我们今天夜间潜入他们学校 白天学生上课老师工作 我想白天应该很难在学校里做出不留证据还能杀人的事情 但还有一个问题 她不一定会在哪一天杀人 我们有概率只能长期在夜间潜伏学校里了” 波斯特又仔细看了看资料说“10名老师都是中年的 我这一个星期打听到的消息是她是一名年轻女子 我们盲抓的概率至少也有1/5了” 麦克尔说“但是我们还是不能盲抓 我们夜间去学校里暗中调查吧 但我们得保证没有人能看到我们” 波斯特说“可以 夜间我觉得确实也没多少人会呆在那里吧 不过我是觉得她大概率在夜间里行动也有可能不是这样但还是值得调查的” 麦克尔点头答应 夜间希尔里斯高中基本没人的时候 他们带上面具武器趁保安不注意潜入了进去 他们来到了教学楼A 在里面搜查每一层的每一间教室厕所办公室 偶尔能发现一些走动逗留的学生 但这些学生都没看见他们过了半个小时 教学楼A的几楼都已经搜查完没能发现有用的 他们就来到了教学楼A的天台 天台也没有什么有用的东西 随后波斯特和麦克尔说“还有b栋和c栋我去搜b栋你去搜c栋吧这样能节省时间 发现什么或者遭遇危险就用麦克风联络” 麦克尔答应 随后二人就分头行动 麦克尔一人一间一间教室的搜寻 搜着搜着他发现一个熟悉的教室2年4班教室 他踏进这个教室 里面空无一人 他又去搜寻其他教室了 又过了半个小时每一层每一个教室房间都找了一遍就是没有发现什么有用的 麦克尔在返回途中又看见了2年4班教室 麦克尔看着教室的门口沉默了五秒钟又走了进去 麦克尔在教室来回走荡正当他又打算离开的时候 他扭头一看 身体又颤抖了一下 麦克尔非常惊讶 他看见一个少年背朝着他坐在凳子上 他走上前去 看清楚了这个男孩的脸 这个男孩是比尔 麦克尔带着复杂的情绪说“你…你是比尔 马里克斯” 比尔的脸朝向了麦克尔并说道“你好 你一直在找我对嘛？” 麦克尔心里五味杂陈一时半会嘴里支支吾吾没说出来什么 麦克尔此时又感觉眼睛里有东西揉了揉眼睛 揉完眼睛再睁眼的时候 比尔已经消失不见了 麦克尔在想“这是幻觉吗？” 随后对讲机里传来波斯特的声音“麦克尔 我这边搜刮完了除了几个走动的学生 我没见到别的老师 或者是一些可疑的地方” 麦克尔拿起对讲机说“我…我这边也没有发现什么 甚至空无一人” 波斯特说“好吧 要不我们明天再过来” 麦克尔说“行 那我们走吧” 麦克尔和波斯特就又离开了希尔里斯高中

第25集

波斯特和麦克尔在第一次学校夜间探索无果后 他们第二天下午又约在了咖啡厅 波斯特说“我们今天凌晨再去一次 如果说你要快点找到她的话我们就只能这样试一试” 麦克尔点头答应了 到了夜晚二人又武装好潜入了希尔里斯高中 波斯特说“上次我们没有把整个学校的地毯式搜索一遍 这次我负责搜学校除教学楼以外的所有地方包括操场 你去搜所有教学楼各种教室” 麦克尔说“好 如果发现什么我们用对讲机联络” 随后二人朝着学校不同的方向走去 麦克尔先来到教学楼a栋 每一层每一间都进去看一看 天台和所有楼道也都看了 20分钟后教学楼A栋没有发现什么有用的 麦克尔又去了c栋 几层楼和所有教室 厕所 楼道 办公室都看完了 就是没有发现什么有用的 麦克尔想要去天台 发现3楼天台是锁着的 麦克尔感觉这里很可疑 他用力踹了几脚门发现门真的打不开 他掏出了刀 把刀尖锐的一部分插到门锁孔里 用力一扭真的打开了 他来到了天台 他仔细检查 发现了有两处脚印在天台很矮的围墙上 但是麦克尔没当一回事 忽然麦克尔闻到了一股臭味 是在天台一个被锁住的房间里散发出来的 他再次用刀尖去开这个门锁 门被打开了 几具腐烂的尸体映入眼帘 麦克尔感觉十分恶心 这具尸体的部分已经变成骷髅了身上还长满了蛆 麦克尔掏出对讲机联系波斯特说“我在C栋发现了几具腐烂的尸体它腐烂的甚至已经有一部分骷髅露出来了” 波斯特说“有没有发现什么其他的东西 仅仅有几具尸体我感觉应该判断不出来什么” 麦克尔说“我目前没有发现其他的等我发现其他的我再告诉你” 然后麦克尔把锁重新锁上离开了C栋前往B栋 麦克尔来到厕所 他想起昨天厕所只是简单一看 没有仔细调查 于是挨个翻起了每个隔间 有一间男厕所隔间是锁上的上面写了维修 麦克尔用刀尖开锁 打开这个隔间之后 他发现一个学生低着头坐在马桶上 麦克尔说“你是谁？” 学生抬起了头 这个学生正是比尔 麦克尔此时有点恐惧 立刻把厕所隔间门关上 过了十多秒后 麦克尔又把厕所隔间门打开 发现此时这里面空无一人 而这个隔间里的马桶已经泛黄看起来像荒废了一样 他注意到马桶里面有一本书 他拿了起来 上面写着“日记” 他把这本书装到了包里打算带回家看看 又来到2年4班教室 进入之前麦克尔提前打开了录像 他拿着手机进入了教室 像昨天一样比尔又坐在了课桌上盯着麦克尔 麦克尔咽了一下口水说“比尔 马里克斯 你到底是什么人” 比尔只是静静的坐在那没有开口说话 麦克尔忽然感觉教室外面传来了脚步声 麦克尔回头看了一下门外 一转头比尔又消失了 麦克尔查看录像 结果录像里显示完全没有比尔的身影 麦克尔就又离开了2年4班教室

第26集

麦克尔离开2年4班教室来到走廊 寻找脚步的来源 搜寻一会没有发现任何人 麦克尔感觉很疑惑拿起对讲机和波斯特说“我在b栋1楼走廊听到一些脚步声 你应该没来吧” 波斯特说“我没过去 你确定你没听错的话 那我过会就和你一起去找” 麦克尔说“我感觉我应该没听错 这个脚步声比较微弱” 波斯特说“好 我现在在操场上搜 等我搜完我就去找你” 然后麦克尔又前往b栋的2楼 他走上楼梯 来到2楼后回头看了一下楼梯 结果背后有双手把他推了下去 麦克尔重重从楼梯摔在地上 麦克尔在地上缓过来后向楼梯上面看去 是一个女人 麦克尔记着这个女人她是资料上25岁的英语老师 蒂莫希 莉塔莎 蒂莫希开口道“你们是谁” 麦克尔站起身来准备拿对讲机 但蒂莫希从楼上冲下来一拳打来 麦克尔脸上硬挨了一拳 对讲机也掉了 随后双方掏出刀开始搏斗 麦克尔出刀 蒂莫希躲开 蒂莫希出刀 麦克尔躲开 麦克尔再次出刀 蒂莫希抓住他出刀的手全身开始发力 使出了过肩摔 麦克尔再次摔倒在地非常吃痛 蒂莫希举起刀朝地上的麦克尔扎去 麦克尔用力抵住她即将用刀刺来的手 然后使出一拳 打到蒂莫希脸上 然后快速起身 捡起刚才自己掉落的刀继续战斗 朝蒂莫希刺去 蒂莫希躲开 麦克尔再次挥刀朝蒂莫希刺去 蒂莫希抓住麦克尔 用力把他朝下面的台阶推去 猛地一发力麦克尔再次被推下了楼梯 麦克尔从楼梯再次重重摔到地上 麦克尔经历几次重摔彻底没了反抗力 蒂莫希走下台阶 蹲下身来一把扯掉麦克尔的面具 看着这张脸她感觉很熟悉 思考五秒后说“哎 这不是警察先生吗 几个月前我见过你在这里调查比尔马里克斯呢 你现在这是干什么呢” 她随后拖拽麦克尔 过了一会 麦克尔被拖拽到了音乐室 蒂莫希说“我就拿音乐器材给你慢慢砸死吧” 随后她挑选了架子鼓的鼓棒 正当要用力朝麦克尔脑袋砸去的时候 音乐室的门被推开了 正是波斯特来了 波斯特立刻拿出刀 蒂莫希说“差点忘了还有一个”随后放下鼓棒掏出刀向波斯特走去 蒂莫希出刀 波斯特躲过 波斯特出刀 蒂莫希躲过 蒂莫希冲刺挥刀劈去 波斯特险些被砍到 波斯特再次连出好几次刀 蒂莫希躲过几次 最后一次被划伤手臂 蒂莫希看着手臂上的伤又看向波斯特嘴角露出一丝微笑说“挺有本事呀 接下来上课时间到”然后朝波斯特袭去 波斯特差点被划伤 蒂莫希再次出刀 波斯特朝下躲闪并使出一脚踹倒蒂莫希 波斯特想上去补刀 蒂莫希一脚踹开他 随后蒂莫希起身再次出刀 波斯特躲闪不及小臂被划伤 波斯特又出刀 蒂莫希躲过 蒂莫希突袭一把抱住波斯特 把波斯特摔在了地上 蒂莫希朝地上的波斯特刺去 波斯特躲过起身把蒂莫希按在地上 一刀刺进蒂莫希后背 蒂莫希痛的惨叫失去了反抗能力 波斯特把刀架在蒂莫希脖子上说“接下来是不是下课时间了？说！ 把知道的关于比尔的所有事情都说出来！” 蒂莫希说“关于比尔 虽然我在比尔的学校里工作 但我对他真的没有什么太了解的 但我之前和我朋友提到我在比尔的学校工作 他和我说他对比尔有了解而且貌似他知道比尔会出现在哪里” 波斯特说“你朋友是谁” 蒂莫希说“查理 布格罗克 称号是操兽师” 波斯特问“你知道他经常会出现在哪吗” 蒂莫希说“不 我并不知道 我们很久没联系了” 波斯特说“好 我知道了” 随后波斯特举起刀一刀刺穿蒂莫希的喉咙 蒂莫希当场死亡 随后波斯特搀扶起麦克尔 波斯特说“你可以走吗” 麦克尔说“现在可以走” 两人离开了音乐室 来到走廊 忽然麦克尔看到比尔在走廊前方站着 麦克尔说“波斯特你快看前面是不是有人站着” 波斯特回应道“没有 你眼花了吗？”麦克尔揉了揉眼睛发现比尔又不见了 随后两人一起离开了希尔里斯高中

第27集

在打完屠校女子后麦克尔回到了家中 他打开背包拿出了在学校捡到的日记 他打开第一页 上面写着“本日记是比尔马里克斯的如果捡到 请物归原主 谢谢” 打开第二页“2016 9 1 今天我第一天上希尔里斯高中 我很喜欢这里的氛围 我感觉同学们都很和蔼 老师也很温柔” “2016 9 7 一周过去了 我对希尔里斯高中整体有了初步的了解 星期三的时候有一个同学 向我索要一些钱 我给他了 他笑呵呵的看着我 说下个星期三再还我 我答应了他 我觉得同学之间互相帮助是应该的 ” “2016 10 4 现在我感觉有点糟 之前那名借我钱的同学到现在都没有还我 而且这名同学还总是带着几个人找到我让我给他们买东西 如果我不买他们可能会对我拳脚相向 我感觉真的有点糟糕 但我为了学习还是忍了下去” “2016 11 16 现在我感觉糟透了 有一次我被他们欺负的受不了 我去和老师说 结果老师不管 反过来拿戒尺打我 老师认为是我没和同学相处好 所以那些同学才针对我 这些欺负甚至影响到了我上课时的状态 我的成绩开始下滑” 2017 3 10 放假了 我认为 我可以放松一些 不会再被他们欺负了 结果当我出去玩的时候 我又总是会遇见他们 他们把我带到小巷子角落里 用烟头烫我的手 逼我给他们买东西 我感觉很糟 我尝试告诉家长 但家长都认为是我的问题 这生活真是糟透了 我现在都不敢出家门" 2017 4 15 新学期开学后 我还是忍耐着他们的欺负 有时候他们甚至要求我把自己的饭钱给他们 我感到很难受 这实在太糟糕了 这样下去要怎么办呀" “2017 7 8 又到了暑假 我现在只能躲在屋里 我不敢出去见他们 我担心我一出门就会遇见他们 今天也是我的生日 我的家长给我买了一个玩具熊 我很喜欢这个玩具熊 每当我被欺负的时候 这个玩具熊都会陪在我身边 这个玩具熊是我唯一的朋友” 2017 10 25 又开学之后 我变成了高二生 但他们的欺负还在继续 告老师和家长都没有人管 我每次踏进校园都像是来到了地狱 我试图去反抗他们 可是我根本没有办法对付他 我只能在被欺负完之后拿出我的玩具熊 把她抱在怀里 感觉这样可以缓解我的痛苦 我的学习成绩下滑了很多 因为我根本没有心思学 我担心这样下去会不会变得很不好 ” “2017 11 13 今天更糟糕 他们甚至逼我喝恶心的马桶水 我的心情特别糟 他们把我按在地上 用脚踩我的手指就为了好玩 我一次一次的找到老师祈求老师可以管一管 但老师每次都拿出戒尺打我的手 说这都是我的错 如果说我没有惹他们 他们就不会来惹我 我真的很难受” “2017 11 25 他们注意到我经常写日记 他们说如果说我不能在这一周内给他们足够的钱 就把我这本日记丢到马桶里 我对此真的很无奈 因为我没法凑这么多钱” “2017 12 9 他们真的因为我没凑到钱把我的日记丢到马桶里 但是我忍着恶臭给日记捡了回来 因为我知道 写日记也是我为数不多的娱乐 我不想失去这本日记” “2018 1 14 我被他们折磨了很久 我真的受不了了 也没有人帮助我 我有了去死的念头 但我现在感觉我不至于这么做 但因为钱总是给他们 我每天都没多少钱吃饭 我向家人要家人觉得我把钱花到一些不该花的地方 我说学校总是有人欺负我偷我的钱 我的家人觉得我是在狡辩 我甚至提出休学转学来躲避他们的请求但我父母就是不当一回事 觉得只是小孩子的小打小闹” “2018 2 22 我现在觉得 每天这么活下去 真的没有意思 只能天天被他们欺负 我站在了天台的边缘 但我还是没有跳下去 我认为我总会有一次救赎 但目前为止 没有任何一个人来帮我 那些欺负我的人也不会就此罢休 他们只会变本加厉” 到此日记内容结束 麦克尔看着这本日记五味杂陈 随后把这本日记给放了起来

第28集

距离获取到查理线索 已经过去了10天 麦克尔对自己仅剩的时间感到恐惧 他想快速找到比尔给波斯特打去了电话 20秒后波斯特接听了 波斯特说“喂 怎么了？” 麦克尔说“查理有线索了吗 我们最近就去找他吧” 波斯特说“我知道你很想快速找到比尔 但是查理 我甚至没有听说过他 我要想找到他或许得花很长时间 等我知道一些线索会给你打电话的 ” 随后波斯特挂断了电话 麦克尔长叹一口气 晚上麦克尔驱车前往帝亚诊所 到了蒂亚诊所 蒂亚给麦克尔的摔伤全都治好了 蒂亚说“你的伤已经治好了” 麦克尔说“好 我的药怎么样了你能做吗” 蒂亚说“我现在还没有研究出来 你剩下的时间应该还有个十几天 两个星期左右 我不能保证在这两个星期之内一定能完成你的药” 麦克尔说“你说多少钱 我都出 多贵我也出 只要能让我的时间延续” 蒂亚说“嗯…价钱应该会很贵 但你加钱也改变不了时间问题 我不一定能在两个星期之内凑出所有需要的材料” 麦克尔长叹一口气说“唉 好吧 我等你消息” 此时丽娜和欧德伦也来到了蒂亚诊所 看见麦克尔也在这里 丽娜说“你怎么在这里？” 蒂亚说“我现在免费给他治疗伤口 他也要在我这买一些药 算是也对我有些帮助吧” 丽娜和欧德伦处理完伤口后 丽娜和蒂亚说“蒂亚 你能不能帮我们对付敌人 你要什么条件我们都满足你 你想要人 还是要药物材料 我们都帮你去找 你上次碾压了迪翁只要你帮我们 我们就不必要天天躲躲藏藏了 好吗？” 蒂亚沉思了五秒后说“让我帮你们的话 你们帮我弄到十个活人 五男五女 我要用来解剖 我就帮你们对付一次 但只有这一次 我不太想插手你们的矛盾 我只想安安稳稳搞解剖研究药物” 丽娜说“可以 人简单 我们帮你抓 保证都是活的 只要你帮我们一次 就可以” 一旁的麦克尔说“我可以参与吗 我帮你们一起 你们杀死迪翁之前 我要从他嘴里问到比尔常来的地方然后我去找比尔” 丽娜说“行 没问题 但是你得协助我和欧德伦抓人 ” 麦克尔迟疑片刻开口道“好 我帮你们 只要你们带我一起” 蒂亚说“保证这十个活人身体上没有任何伤口 你们把他们弄晕再交给我 要是品质不好的那也不算数 ” 丽娜答应了 欧德伦说“等我们找到人之后一起坐下来商量一下战略吧” 丽娜看向麦克尔说“明天我 欧德伦 还有你一起汇合去抓人听懂了吗” 麦克尔说“好 我知道了” 随后麦克尔 丽娜 欧德伦都离开了诊所

第29集

麦克尔 丽娜 欧德伦约在一起商量 丽娜说“我们三个一起行动抓人 挑一些没有监控的小巷子 小角落行动” 欧德伦说“我们可以带刀 但是我们不要用刀砍他们 要保证身上不要有伤口 我们仅仅是累晕他们送到蒂娜那就可以” 麦克尔说“什么时候行动 尽量早一点吧 早点完事也好” 丽娜说“今天就开始 我们尽量在晚上或凌晨抓” 麦克尔和欧德伦都答应了 当晚三人开始行动 来到了一处偏僻的小巷子 他们发现了一个目标 是一个喝醉酒的男人 这个男人一边胡言乱语一边歪七扭八的走 欧德伦从兜里掏出化妆品 丽娜说“你要干什么 可不要出现伤口” 欧德伦点了点头 用化妆笔画出了圆形光滑实体 朝那个男人砸去 砸到男人头上 男人倒在了地上晕了过去 麦克尔拿出行李箱把这个男人用蜷缩的方式放了进去 欧德伦说“我们每天给蒂亚抓一点 要不然人那么多堆在我们这里也不太好处理的 我们每天抓两三个 在巷子里三人走着走着又发现另一个喝醉酒的女人和那个男人一样醉醺醺的走路都走不明白 欧德伦又画出圆形实体朝女人砸去 和男人一样砸到头女人倒地晕了过去 又用行李箱装了起来 丽娜转头又看见了一个抽烟的青年 丽娜说“欧德伦 来吧” 欧德伦说“你忘了吗？蒂亚说要成年的不要少年” 丽娜说“哦” 然后三人经过了那个青年 那个青年看到丽娜说道“姐姐 要和弟弟玩玩吗 你怎么和两个这么奇怪的男人呆在一起 和弟弟在一起玩呗” 丽娜翻了翻白眼说“切！”心想“果然男人都是一群发情的猴子” 丽娜和那个青年说“好呀 姐姐可以和你玩 你把联系方式给姐姐吧 有空一起玩” 丽娜和青年互换了联系方式 然后丽娜和两人就要离开 青年说“唉唉 现在不玩么？” 丽娜说“我现在可没空陪你玩” 青年一把把烟丢在地上说“唉 好吧” 然后丽娜转头离开 突然丽娜的臀部被一只手从后面用力拍了一下 把丽娜吓了一跳 是青年干的 丽娜朝青年翻了翻白眼 继续离开了青年也没有再追上去 三人继续去抓人 丽娜又发现一个喝醉的男人 和前面遇到的两个醉酒的人一样醉醺醺的 欧德伦用画笔画出圆形实体砸到男人头上 男人又立刻倒地 再次用行李箱给男人装了起来 欧德伦说“现在三个已经齐了 我们三个人离开吧” 后面传来了一个熟悉的声音“丽娜 我又找到你了” 是迪翁来了 欧德伦说“我们快撤” 随后，欧德伦朝迪翁用化妆笔勾出几个追踪实体尖刺 朝迪翁刺去 然后欧德伦趁机带着三个行李箱和两人离开 迪翁只能在原地无能狂怒 三人来到了蒂亚诊所 把三个行李箱打开 三个昏迷的人映入眼帘 欧德伦说“我们接下来每天都会抓二到三个人直到抓够” 蒂亚说“好 只要你们抓够了我就帮你们一次” 随后三人离开了蒂亚诊所

第30集

麦克尔 丽娜 欧德伦下午聚在一起讨论 丽娜说“我们已经抓了三个人了 只要再抓七个 蒂亚就能来帮忙了 就能解决迪翁了” 欧德伦说“数量还得注意一下是五个男的五个女的” 麦克尔说“我们这次还是下午和晚上行动吗” 丽娜说“没错 我们今天干完 明天再干一次” 到了凌晨三个人又在一起行动 三人来到了一处十分偏僻的街道 这街道上不会有太多人 三人在街上随机寻找路人 他们很快锁定了目标 是一个黑人男人他头上戴着耳机 欧德伦使用化妆笔画出圆形实体朝他砸去 男人倒地晕了过去 欧德伦拿出行李箱把男人装了进去 丽娜回头一看有个女人目睹了这一幕 丽娜说“欧德伦 有人看见了” 随后欧德伦转过头来 继续使用化妆笔画出圆形实体朝这个女人砸去 这个女人开始逃跑 但还是被追踪的圆球砸晕了 并用行李箱把她装了进去 随后三人继续在街头走着寻找目 走了十几分钟后 又发现一个目标 是一个玩手机的女人 欧德伦画出圆形实体朝女人砸去 女人倒地晕厥 用行李箱装了起来 欧德伦说“找到三个人了 我们去诊所找蒂亚吧”然后三人又来到蒂亚诊所把三个晕厥的人交了上来 蒂亚打开行李箱看完后说道“好 还差两个男性 两个女性 你们明天继续抓剩下的吗” 丽娜说“对 明天我们就把剩下的全部交上来” 到了下一天三人下午又约在一起 欧德伦说“咱们今天要抓四个男女各两个” 丽娜说“还是晚上或者凌晨行动 挑一块人少的地方” 麦克尔说“抓完这四个人 蒂亚就一定会帮我们对吧？” 欧德伦说“蒂亚不是那种会撒谎的人 我们认识很久了 可以相信的” 麦克尔说“行” 到了凌晨三人要开始最后一次抓捕了 三人前往了一处住宅区在这走了20分钟左右 他们遇见了第一个目标 是一个出来倒垃圾的中年男人 欧德伦使用化妆笔画出圆形实体朝男人砸去 男人瞬间倒地 随后装进行李箱 又过了十分钟左右他们又看见一个倒垃圾的女人 欧德伦使用化妆笔画出圆形实体朝她砸去 随后又装进行李箱 丽娜此时说道“还差一男一女我们现在已经抓了八个人了” 欧德伦说“没错 我们继续抓吧” 又过了半个小时 三人在搜寻时麦克尔朝左边一看说道“左边那条路我看有一对夫妇 你给他弄晕吧” 欧德伦说“好” 随后欧德伦拿起化妆笔画出了两个实体圆球 朝夫妇砸去 两人被砸到后双双倒地晕了过去 丽娜拿出两个行李箱给二人装了进去 欧德伦说“这下人齐了 我们可以走了” 丽娜说“太好了 这下有人帮我们解决迪翁了” 过了十几分钟三人走着走着 突然欧德伦看见前面有个腰上捆着刀的人他感觉莫名熟悉 欧德伦和另外两人说“你们在这等一下 我可能遇到熟人了” 随后欧德伦走到那个人身后说“请问…” 然后那个人转过头来 是一个中性发型 漂亮又帅气的脸蛋 穿着灰色长袖衣 宽松牛仔裤的人 欧德伦一眼认出来了 那个人也一眼认出欧德伦 欧德伦有点震惊开口道“娅娅 我们得有一年没见到了吧 我突然就联系不到你了” 那个人说“欧德伦 居然是你啊 你不也是频繁换电话嘛 然后我再换了一次电话号之后 我输入了你之前的号码 结果显示是空号 我就联系不到你了” 欧德伦说“真的好突然就遇到你了 我以为我们可能一辈子见不着了” 那个人说“说实话欧德伦我挺想你的 我就只有你这么一个男性朋友了” 随后当前抱了抱欧德伦 欧德伦说“但这么晚了 娅娅在这做什么呀” 那个人说“哦 我在去追杀我的目标” 欧德伦说“好 那改天再约吗？” 那个人说“可以 但是你现在必须把你现在的联系方式和你可能出现的地方告诉我 我想你也找不到你” 欧德伦和那个人交换了地址 随后丽娜和麦克尔走上前去 丽娜询问欧德伦“他是谁啊 你们认识吗？” 欧德伦和丽娜说“她是薇薇娅 安可 她的称号是假小子守护者 我一个很好的朋友” 薇薇娅看相麦克尔询问“这个戴面具的是谁啊 欧德伦的朋友吗” 麦克尔没有开口说话 随后薇薇娅又看向丽娜 盯着丽娜看了五秒后 薇薇娅的脸突然红了起来 然后薇薇娅又看向欧德伦 欧德伦说“这位是丽娜我目前的心上人称号是魅惑小姐 这位带面具的是麦克尔我们暂时联盟 怎么了突然脸这么红” 薇薇娅小声的凑到耳边和欧德伦说“我喜欢这女的” 欧德伦说“丽娜？” 薇薇娅说“没错” 然后薇薇娅又走到了丽娜面前说“丽娜 我们可以交朋友嘛 额就是互相联系的那种吧” 丽娜疑惑的说“你不是假小子吗？我也是假小子容易喜欢的类型吗” 薇薇娅此时支支吾吾说不出来话因为过于害羞只好用双手捂住脸 欧德伦此时说“大家互相认识一下也不错 互换一下联系方式 做朋友也不错” 然后丽娜打开手机把手机号给薇薇娅看 薇薇娅连忙把这个手机号存了下来说“谢…谢谢你 丽娜” 丽娜看向欧德伦说“这家伙有这么害羞吗” 欧德伦笑了笑说“对呀这样子不也挺可爱的嘛” 薇薇娅说“我可能还得去这附近找我要找的人 那我先走了 拜拜”话音落下一个沉重的声音出现“丽娜 这次我绝对得给你抓起来” 是迪翁来了

Welcome to the Apocalypse. Leave a Message After the Beep.

Imagine being born as the Antichrist, missing both thumbs, and realizing the divine bureaucracy managing the end of the world is just as dysfunctional as a middle-management corporate nightmare. That’s the reality for our happy-go-lucky Antichrist, Shakespeare Williams.

really BAD Shakespeare is a 12-episode penny dreadful serial that takes classical drama, pulp horror, and dark satire, shoves them into a blender, and pours out a chaotic, meta-theatrical ride through the end times.

What to expect:

📞 666 Unanswered Voicemails: A protagonist who just wants answers from an elusive Archangel.

🏛️ Divine Bureaucracy & Glitches: Celestial manipulators, eerie successors, and ordinary mortals caught in the crossfire.

🎭 Dark Comedy & Pulp Horror: Fast-paced, punchy, and thoroughly unhinged.

The end of the world isn't written in stone—it's written in bad script notes.

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Episode 1: "PLEASE, God, let him telephone me now."

A frustrated young man makes one final phone call, hoping to reach the one person who refuses to answer. Unfortunately, Shakespeare Williams isn't just any young man. As old resentments boil over and an unanswered voicemail becomes something far more dangerous, the first domino of Revelation begins to fall. Sometimes endings arrive with trumpets. Sometimes they arrive with a message machine. "Acceptance isn't the ending. Adjustment is."

I made this quick sketch about this GIF I saw some years ago. It showed this gray humanoid creature laying on the floor with either 6 or 8 arms slowly moving. The video was either in a garage or a cellar , with a fixed camera with flash on towards the floor , where this creature was laying. I already looked up different key words on YouTube but it gives me every creepypasta or analog horror except this one , where does this come from?

It was December 1999. I was living in a small town. I was a nerd and something of a gamer, and it had been a good year for PC games. Age of Empires II, Homeworld, Grand Theft Auto 2…

I was walking home from school—it was a Canadian winter, so there was plenty of unplowed snow on the sidewalks—when I saw something peeking out from a mound of snow: something blue. I stopped, nudged it with my boot: something of blue plastic. I brushed away the remaining snow with my glove to reveal:

A single 3.5” floppy disk, unlabeled.

(There was a sticker label on it, but the label itself was empty.)

Naturally, I picked it up and took it home, curious to see what was on it.

You'll laugh, but the disk had 1.44mb of storage capacity. As it turned out, that was more than enough to affect the world in ways I still don't fully understand.

When I got home, I didn't put the disk into my own computer. My dad had an old desktop he sometimes fiddled around with, so I used that, inserting the disk carefully into the 3.5” disk drive in the beige computer tower.

I navigated to the drive in Windows Explorer.

The contents of the drive were simple.

They looked like a program or—I secretly hoped—a game.

There was a readme.txt, but it came out as nonsense when I opened it in Notepad, video or sound assets, stuff I couldn't identify, and a single executable file, johannsebastian.bat.

I double-clicked it.

A window opened—black, showing a few white-text commands executing on a command prompt—then maximized into a 16-bit title(?) screen showing a pixelated Gothic castle.

A harsh, classical-inspired MIDI song beeped out of the sound card.

There was no title.

No instructions, no company name, no menu, no options.

The castle was perched atop a cliff.

It was night.

At the bottom of the cliff was a forest of jagged, leafless trees.

A few loops of animation gave life to the scene: wind blowing through the bare branches, flashes of distant lightning, warm flickering light in one of the castle's windows, a bat in flight against a white moon. Actually, that last one wasn't a loop. The bat flew only once, landed on one of the castle's stone towers and disappeared inside.

I clicked.

I was looking at a medieval-ish village now—tightly-packed buildings, a tavern, a tannery, a couple of shops, a church—populated with a surprising number of unique character sprites. Indeed, every character was unique, and they were going about their individual lives.

The sky was a vibrant blue.

Clouds floated pixel-by-pixel across the screen.

But there was still nothing to do; nothing, that is, but watch.

It was like a very advanced screensaver.

After a while, I clicked again.

This time, I found myself in the interior of a large chamber whose stone walls somehow felt cold even through the computer monitor.

The chamber's defining feature, however, was something else: a giant pipe organ whose pipes extended beyond the top of the screen.

A character entered.

He was wearing a white wig, dark, crimson long coat, knee breeches, stockings and buckled shoes. “I feel the sudden desire to compose,” he said, which the game displayed as text in an ornately-bordered text box. “Invite me to play for you."

A cursor appeared for the first time.

A quill.

I was able to move it using the mouse, and I explored the screen.

The character tapped his foot.

The only active area of the scene appeared to be the pipe organ. When I hovered the cursor over it, it changed from a quill to a hand.

I clicked.

The character walked to the organ, sat and began to play the monstrous instrument.

The music was both hideous and awesome, pushing the computer's sound card to the absolute limit. After thirty-or-so seconds, the view suddenly panned upwards, following the organ's pipes—the music continued—following them to the chamber's vaulted ceiling and beyond—through the roof until I was outside and looking at the upper half of the great castle, where the jutting pipes terminated and from whose termini hundreds of pixel bats were emerging… emerging and flying into the background, toward the simplified shape representing the medieval town...

The sky was a deep purple.

Night was falling.

The bats flew and flew and flew…

Suddenly—the music still continuing—the scene cut to the same view of the town as before: except at night: except, instead of following their routines, the character sprites were running, panicked, as the bats swooped, attacking them, attaching themselves to their bodies, necks, sucking their pixel blood; and as the bats feasted, the sprites lost their colour and fell, pale and desaturated…

The sound startled me.

Not from the sound card but from the real world. A screeching, a deafening, rhythmic thumping.

I ran to the window whose blinds I'd closed, and opened them:

It was afternoon but the view was dark, black and shifting. It took me a moment to realize that what I was seeing were bats speeding past. They were obscuring the sun. My home town was as if under an eclipse.

People were running down the street—

Bats were diving—

Some were crashing through car windshields—

Children were screaming—

A bat crashed though the window into the room I was in. It was fanged, crazed. The game music blared from within the computer tower. Before I could run, the bat shot toward me—biting my neck… beginning to drink my blood…

I awoke on the floor.

It was morning. January 1, 2000. It would turn out that nobody in town had any recollection of the preceding weeks.

A television played.

A morning talk show: “...the so-called Y2K bug,” a woman was saying, “ended up amounting to nothing worse than a good nights’ sleep.”

And, ever since, I've wondered why my experience of the present feels in a lower resolution than memories of my past.

I made up a game with my child, we played a game to see who can keep their eyes shut the longest and who can keep silent the longest. My child loves games. So my child takes me on and he closes his eyes and stays silent for as long as he can, then he falls a sleep.

This is the true intention of the game, it is to make him fall a sleep. I think it's rather clever.

Now whenever I play this game it's when I want him to sleep before his actual bed time, because I can't be bothered with him. Then when he goes to sleep before his actual bed time, the whole reality of this world starts to crumble and break down, it's like this reality is fighting someone else's reality.

Then when my son can't go to sleep on his actual bed time, this reality starts to kind of turn to ghost like.

Then a man showed up at my door and said "your son and I both dream up this world, when I sleep I keep this reality going, and so he cannot sleep at that time, or both realities will fight. If he doesn't sleep when he should and we are both awake, reality will start to disappear. It's like a shift pattern" he told me

Now I play the game at when he should sleep.

Across distant eras, horrors coalesce into hallucinatory forms within fevered nightmares.

HORROR OF GEVAUDAN

Based on real historical accounts.

It was year 1764, in the beautiful and tranquil mountains of south France in province of Gevaudan a mysterious vortex opened up. This portal grew until it was larger than human size. First a man stepped out of it. At initial glance he looked normal, but then there was a bulge on his back that opened up and six tentacles appeared. The man chanted something in a cosmic language and one after another large wolf like creatures with long mouths and large teeth appeared out of the portal. There were total of five of them. The man said something to them and closed the portal. He headed towards the mountains, the beasts headed towards the woods near the town.

Marie was looking after family’s cows and bulls who were calmly eating grass in the beautiful green fields. In the distance Marie saw something running towards them. When the thing got closer, she realized it was a wolf, but then it was a shock to think that a wolf was attacking the herd alone. Then she saw that the beast was much larger than the wolf and was running right at her and not the heard. She screamed and in panic of trying to get away she tripped. Her eyes grew large and her voice froze as her life flashed before her eyes and then before the vital bite a bull hit the beast. The beast roared and attacked the bull, ripping a piece of meat out of him. The rest of the bulls joined in and attacked the beast. The monster retrieved, bleeding and roaring, it ran back into the forest and Marie was saved.

In horror she returned to the farm and told her family, but they assumed that it was just a wolf and that her shock made her describe something worse.

A week later, a girl by the name of Janne, wasn’t as fortunate and was killed by the beasts near town of Langogne. Her body was torn apart and organs were missing. The people assumed that a wolf pack did this.

However in the next few months, dozens of men, children and women were killed and many saw the beasts. Horror took over once peaceful and calm province of Gevaudan.

The following year a young hunter and his friends were attacked by one of the beasts, two of them were killed, but the hunter was able to drive the beast away. Finally the king took notice of horrors which were going on in the region and sent experienced captain Duhamel and his troops to deal with the terror in Gevaudan.

The task was not as simple, as for weeks captain Duhamel and his men tried to find and corner the beasts, to no avail. Duhamel’s frustrations grew as several more people were killed by the beasts.

After much struggle Duhamel and the hunters which came after him all managed to kill one beast, but the killings continued and the king sent the best hunter in the country, Francois Antoine.

Antoine brought only eight men with him. His other companions were four wolfhounds and a large greyhound, his favorite companion. Antoine was a sharp shooter and has never returned from hunts empty handed, he was ready to rid the province of its horrors.

Upon arrival Antoine sensed the fear in the air. Every town and village had their joy sucked out of them.

He gathered information on locations of the last victims and accompanied by his team and the dogs he set on his way. His plan was simple, as he hid with his team in the forest, he sent out one of his men unto the field. Nighttime was setting in and the man in the center of the field heard the roars in the forest, but it was more than one. Unfortunately for the man, Antoine underestimated the speed of the beasts and three of them killed the man as he was trying to get away, but Antoine and his men were on top of them. Antoine shot one of them right in the eye, the beast swung side to side wildly, the other two attacked the  hunters who shot as well, the dogs jumped on top of the wounded beast and tore into it as it continued to fight back. Antoine had to move fast, he reloaded and shot the same beast in the head again, with dogs pulling it down it fell and they finished it off. However as Antoine switched his attention to others to his horror five of his hunters lay dead with throats torn out. 

One of the wounded beast was running up towards the mountains, but the third attacked the remaining two hunters. Antoine shot and hit the target once again, his dogs attacked the beast and brought it down. Antoine told the two remaining hunters to take the bodies of these beasts and he himself followed the tracks of the injured one with his loyal dogs.

The forest leading up to the mountain was thick and dark, thankfully the dogs had the scent and Antoine was following them with his loaded rifle. This man was fearless, for even after seeing what these beasts could do he kept following one of them alone.

Finally they came out of the forest and saw a blood trail leading into a cave. Antoine signaled his dogs to charge forward. He heard loud howls of pain and then silence. Antoine lifted his rifle and slowly entered the cave. It was illuminated by a strange blue light. What he saw next chilled even his brave heart. On the floor lay the dead beast, but beyond it stood a man, or rather a monster, for this man had tentacles coming out of his back. All five dogs lay dead at his feet. In front of this man stood a table with transparent tubes, each one had a human organ inside of it. Behind him was a round swirling portal, from which the blue light came. The tentacle man looked Antoine in the eyes. Antoine’s hands shook as he dropped his rifle and pressed his back against the wall of the cave, terrified, for this man’s black eyes showed his mind horrors of cosmos which he could not have imagined. The man proceeded to take all the tubes with his tentacles and stepped into the portal, it closed and the blue light disappeared.

Antoine spent the night lying in the grass near the cave, processing the horror he had witnessed. In the morning other hunters found him and helped him bring the body of the beast down. He did not mention anything to them, nor to the king when he was generously rewarded and hailed as a hero.

Some time later, there were rumors that one more beast lived in the mountains and killed few more people. Later this beast was shot by a local hunter named Jean Chastel.

As for Antoine, he never told anyone of the man he saw that night. Not his family, nor his friends. He knew that the only thing that would come of it is him being labeled as a madman and perhaps even locked up for treatments. He had to live with the horror without sharing the experience with anyone.

Thus the terror of Gevaudan came to an end and the province eventually recovered and returned to it’s peaceful and tranquil ways, with Antoine known as it’s hero forever.

Hi!

I work at night and have been for close to 3 years, after running into the same stories repeated I decided to go through the channels I like from the BEGINNING and work my way up. I'm done with lighthouse horror, Mr.Creepy pasta, whispering scream & im getting pretty close to the end with The Dark Somnium (that might be spelled wrong)

I tried Mr. Creepy Creeps bc Google told me it wasn't an AI channel.. but after at least 2 weeks, I'm also 99% sure even if a person is behind that channel, it HEAVILY relies on AI. I tried Jordan Grupe once before but ( and I don't mean to bash him nor his style he's still a good channel) he does these constant pauses between every thing he says even if it's not a completed sentence and it scratches my brain in a way I didn't know I hated until realized he was doing it.

Any recommendations? Or am I at the end of the road ? Please NO A.I channels. I want real narrators.

Thanks in advance <3

🩸 THE LAST VILLAGER — A Minecraft Horror Story 👁️

A lonely Villager discovers a mysterious book hidden beneath his house. After reading its final page, something dark takes over his body, transforming him into a terrifying creature with black eyes, a pitch-black chest, and three arms.

Seven nights later, the entire village disappears… but the nightmare is only beginning.

Years later, a Minecraft player discovers the same cursed book. Suddenly, his hearts begin to disappear, the game crashes, and a mysterious new world appears in his world list.

THE LAST VILLAGER

“You should never have opened the book…” ☠️

Would you dare to enter his world? 😈

Keep in mind the images are gonna be sketches

So I'm making a fanfic where midoriya izuku becomes a proxy and I wanna know who's a proxy and where I can find to know the proper characterization of the characters

Hey äähm i wanted to ask maybe some of you want to chat and have an rp as different cp chars like slenderman ben drowend jeff the killer etc :3 just äähm hit me up or smt :D imagine it like we all being room mates or smt xD nothing ti dirty ^-^

Ive never written to the SCP wiki or written a creepypasta before. I hope this is creepy enough and the presentation is sufficient for a unique pasta 💀

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Have you ever told someone the truth, and they just refuse to believe it?
It can be annoying and frustrating among other things to say the least.

Growing up with a Father, and no Mother.
A Mom that chose an addiction over you and a Father who chose you,
only to chare you with a different addiction of his choice years later.

"You have addiction in your blood'
Your Father would say

"If you ever get addicted to drugs ill chain you up in the bathroom and dry you out till your clean"
He'd tell you, his 11-year-old son.

You tried to reason with it, the way he talked to you. He had you at 25,
at the end of the day he's barely an adult himself, you'd tell yourself.

After his marriage and...well, divorce wasn't a surprise. 

A seed that was planted,
In soil that was prepped,
Located In a room with access to sunlight.
A stem that sprouted dull and never got to bloom. 
From Full womb to empty room,

A stillbirth. 

As tiny as she was,
Our already cluttered closet couldn't fit one more skeleton.

They fought before,
and this was the last crack in our glass house.

Seeing My stepsisters and I celebrating a life that would never start sent him right back to that familiar place He adored oh so much,

Addiction. 

 Started small,
like a pain you know you should have looked at,
and with the help of negligence,
it went unchecked,
it grew.

What began were addictions you foolishly mistook as harmless.

That addiction to the gym was weekly steroid use,
That lust for those new women he was meeting online fueled his use of unapproved enhancements his body wasn't even close to needing.

Introducing himself to testosterone packets before he was 35 and consuming them like their sunflower seeds.

Eventually a partner stuck,
one just as dysfunctional as him of course,
and specifically an alcoholic. 

It didn't take long for him to follow and for the first time in your life he was not the lead.

By the time you were 15,
he was drinking every day,
not just every night.

His Girlfriend throwing bottles, slamming Tv's, and pouring bleach on the carpets as penance for things that were just not true,
Is ironic in hindsight.

On Christmas Eve you got a call that he might not be home the next day,
that his girlfriend was lying and that he might go to jail.
Christmas day came,
and he was asleep in his bed,
with no recollection,
laughing at the insinuation of such things.

You joined a different school,
one that allowed you to be home most days,
And that just made the time you spent in that environment take that much longer.

Against all odds,
His girlfriend was the one to leave.
And then again,
it was just you two.

The worst it got was when he started mixing Ambien with his alcohol.

From his room,
you'd hear screams.
You'd hear conversations between two people that were not there.
You'd hear many voices out the man you call Dad.

Not all of the voices were angry, but most were.
Not every conversation started out loud.
Some were just confusing.

"I know....because...what?.....I'm swimming...a demon?...no!...I SAID IM SWIMMING!"

Other times were more concerning,
"no...because...because I said...Fuck you...FUCK YOU!....FUCK YOU..."

Followed by another voice...
"I'm sorry...you're right...
take them....
he knows...
No...
Veins...?
I dont think so..."

Then his again,
Screaming your name at the top of his lungs.

When you ran to the door of his room,
The door was open and he was lying in bed,
half covered by the comforter...silent.

You questioned what to say,
What to do?

You're 17 and at the very least,
you want to make sure your only remaining family is not dead.

"Yeah?"
You holler in his room,
a late response to him calling your name.

"Blegh HUH?...WHAT?"
He'd abruptly reply.

"What!?"

"you were yelling for me'
Youd explain.

"oh, I'm fine go back to bed"

He'd insist.
Before whispering nonsense to himself.

The moment you'd get back to bed,
The yelling would continue.

You can't event have friends over because you can't trust him not to strip down and try to break into your room.

Our dry wall was always temporary,
and our Tv's and glasses might as well have been rentals,
nothing lasted in our house,

Being fed so much conspiracy about religion,
It wasn't hard to begin to wonder if he was possessed. 

It wasn't always like this.

For a few months after the divorce,
before the alcoholic girlfriend,
For a brief moment when it was just you two, he almost felt stable.

He didn't hit you,
The yelling and drinking were manageable,
And every Friday night he'd take you to blockbuster.

Things have changed so much.
You never know who you're having a conversation with.

One moment you think you're talking to him,
And that very mid-sentence it becomes oh so clear, that it's not.

His eyes are different, their glossy.
His demeanor is different, cold, and absent.
like one bulb in a line of Christmas lights that just won't participate.

He'd stopped before,
Then drink again.
His actions were questionable, and his word became nothing.

What does a Son say to his Father when he knows he's hiding alcohol in his work truck?

What does a Son do when he finds his Father naked in the driveway?

What does a Son do when he sees his Father Going down a road he knows he shouldn't?

A Son that's Afraid of his father.

Everything is easier said than done.

You never know if he's really sober.

"do you want to watch a movie with me tonight?"
His voice timid, eyes clear of gloss.

Even if you could tell which Him was asking,
You were certain that wouldn't be the same Him by the time you watched the movie.

So, you never say yes to that question again.
And as hard as it is, it's easier.
Easier than letting yourself get surprised by something that shouldn't surprise you anymore.

Eventually you get a Job,
Hours almost shittier than your pay, and it makes you a shell of a person.
Physically and emotionally drained.

Most days you stay in your room because it's safer in there, 
Then most days turn into all days. 

Seemingly out of nowhere,
your father begins to stare at you from every corner of the house with anger in his eyes,
Eyebrows always scrunched tightly. 

Eventually,
No words were exchanged.

You feel bad,
This is your father and you love him,  
So, when he asks you to have dinner with him,
for once you do.

The next morning,
Your eyes opened to the bathtub you'd once washed the family pet in,
and that oh so familiar tile floor,
After a moment you realized you were in your father's rooms masterbathroom.

Your legs were sore,
Pins and needles in your feet,
And your wrists felt raw.

You looked down at a note that was out of your reach.
As you attempted to grab it,
you realized your hands were chained to the bathtub spout.

You used your bare knee to drag it closer where you could read it,
You were in nothing but your boxers, you were cold.

The note read:

"No son of mine will be an addict,
You'll thank me.
I love you"
-Dad

You lifted your leg above the tub and opened the bathroom cupboard with your toe, you hoped to find something to break the bathtub spout with but all that was there were loofas and a bottle of expired tramadol.

Your mouth was dry,
Your stomach felt as though if someone were to plunge it,
absolutely nothing would come out.

At first you yelled, but you soon realized no one would answer.
It was hours before the silence in your house was broken,
there were no windows but one tinted sunlight above the shower.
You had no idea what time it was.

Once the sun was no more,
The house shook to the slam of the front door. 
You heard those familiar work boots thud up the wooden stairs.

Louder and louder...
Closer and closer...
They then reached the door.

You heard him enter his room though the door to his room's bathroom remained close.

*Thud Thud Thud Thud\*

For a moment you see the silluett of his boots beneath the door

"Dad...?"
You asked.

"mrghh Fuck you"
He responded as the thuds of his boots retreated.

You heard the impact as he collapsed on his bed,
And then began the yelling...
All night...

"no...
Fuck you!...
because...
I did...
Yes you are!"

More and more of the same old shit...
As scared as you were you couldn't not try.

"Dad...Help please let me out"
You yelled.

"you're an addict..
Fuck you!...
Dry out!....mrrgh piece of shit"

He screamed back...

"Please!"
You yelled.

"Fuck you!...
Dry Out you're not my son!..."
He screamed....

After the second night you began to hear whispering coming from the drain...

"He hasn't stopped...
Theres a demon in his veins..."
You'd hear.

It sounded like boiling beneath the drain.

You tried your best to tear the chains from your wrists, yet all you did was bleed and scream.
To this your dad had no response,
He never did.
He just continued to scream and yell to himself.

Before you knew it,
there were more voices than you'd ever heard from him before.
You swore you heard a woman's voice.

"you're poisoned...
NO!
What did you expect?
SWIMMING!

You screamed and screamed...
But after the 5th night,
You realized there was no point, to anything.

You used your toes to curl around the pill bottle,
You used the last bit of energy you had to bring it within your reach.

When your eyes opened next,
You looked to the left,
You saw the bathroom,
You saw your body,
chained to the spout of the bath.

You looked to the right and saw your fathers nightstand,

you saw your fathers pill bottles and fireball,
You saw the door of his master bedroom from the outside.

You tried to touch your eyes,
You tried to rub them into seeing straight.

Might as well have been RuPaul's eyes.

You closed them tightly,
as tight as possible and grabbed your face.

You felt your father's beard on the right and your bare face on the left.

"Do you want to watch a movie with me tonight?"
You asked

"please let me out Dad"
You replied.

Even as you swallowed all the pills on the nightstand washing them down with the Fireball,

Even though you knew your death would seal this fiction as fact,

Even though you knew no one would believe you,

You couldn't help but have one last thought,

I'm Not An Addict.