Wtf #1

By Rini -

 On the Livingstone estate, flies were sometimes the first indication that someone had d1ed.


“It was a beautiful morning today. Well not the most beautiful but, it was the gothic type beautiful. Something straight out of a horror movie. I watch a lot of horror movies and every day I wake up and look out the window to see if the day was like today.

It was cloudy, misty. I heard the rain the whole night. It was cats and gods one minute and would go complete lofi the next second. The frequency and the time interval were unpredictable. There was also a phase where the rain was close to what I like it as: thunders and lightning. Those really add to the effect of what I’m doing.


Remember when I told you I love horror movies? Well, guess what, I’m also a m-rderer.


People who k1ll people don’t do journals for a reason. Hmm you know why right? But today I started this journal because I have no fear of getting caught. That is because it’s my last murder and the victim IS the murder.

If you couldn’t connect the dots, I’m the victim. I’m k1lling myself. Ya. It’s no fun when you have to explain everything.”



I read this diary in my hands as I look around the house. It’s a beautiful house in one of the biggest complexes here. It’s painted pink like all the girls these days. I don’t understand their obsession with the colour. Well, one thing’s is straight; she doesn’t look the type to enjoy horror movies on first look at her house. 911 were called today at 10 in the morning. There was a murder, or that’s what the caller screamed in the phone. She was a friend of the victim- or the m-rderer. This case is really interesting. I read the diary,


“So why am I k1lling myself, you ask? It’s because of the damn flies. Funny, huh? There are these damn flies flying around the places of death. Every time I k1ll a person, these f-cking flies warn everyone. I hate them so much. I decided to teach them a lesson. At the cost of my life, ofc, a classic wrong move by the villain, I know. But I don’t feel content with myself anymore. Ok maybe that might be the reason for this whole arrangement. Im not very proud of myself. Im literally a joy k1ller (I once k1lled an irl named joy). Why do I k1ll? Well that’s a secret. You won’t be given the opportunity to figure me out, psychologically, officer"


What the f-ck. 


“I guessed an officer might be reading the 'evidence' so ya. Loll

Anyways, I planned everything. I will k1ll myself with my favourite toy, the ice sharp thingy, icicle. Its fool proof, no evidence nothing. Hmm it’s no use but I want the people to know me and the finish of this scary m-rderer story in their lives. See? I AM a good person. "


Scoffs, sure right.


"I will k1ll myself, and when the flies arrive (which is exactly 48 seconds from blood oozing out of me), I will kill them with the little fucking creatures with the fly-killing gas I found on black-market, not sketchy at all. Ya ik. And that's it, that's my plan. Thank you for coming to my ted-talk."


Wow, that’s an end. That doesn’t seem suspicious at all. Nothing is definitely not fishy haha. 


Wait, did she say icicle? 

But the serial k1ller on the loose has been using a fucking g-n and kn1fe to pull out the b-llet so the victim would d1e of bl0od loss. And what flies? 




"SIR, THERE IS ANOTHER D3AD BODY FOUND IN A DARK ALLEY. IT’S ANOTHER CASE OF THE SERIAL KILLER"


What the f-ck. I look at the diary, at the body in the middle of the room with water and blood mixed near the heart and at the diary again. Wait how the f'ck did I miss this, the diary; it’s signed at the end with the name "joy".








Ps: this is one of the weirdest sh1 I've ever written. This was the result of the website "the dangerous typing website", i dont remember the name correctly. The promt was given by the website and you have to keep writing and if you stop for even 5 seconds, all your progress gets wiped out.

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