"The date is Thursday, December 11th, 2025. For the last.. man... 6 or 7 mon- f**k! 4 or 5. 4 or 5 months.. or something like that.. I've been hiding away. I-I don't even know how it all happened so fast. I was going downstairs to make my breakfast for me and my wife Maria, and this.. kid.. no. A thing. A thing was staring at me from our table. It was.. blonde I think? Gray Hoodie, lifeless eyes and a gaping mouth. It's skin was so pale like paper and it felt like every primitive instinct told me to look away...
My wife came from behind me and locked eyes with that thing.. [sobbing] My wife!!!!! Her eyes!! Her f**king eyes turned purple and she dropped dead right infront of me! I was screaming while trying to pick her up and when I turned her over her jaw was drooped down and her eyes were still open.
But it wasn't the eyes of the deceased staring at Me... f**k no.. it was like I was looking at a clone of that THING. Two numbers flashed into my eyes, and liquid started dripping from my eyes as well.. '67.. 67.. 67.. 67... 67..' I felt like I was in some sort of cult ritual and my wife's very own eyes were the members of that cult. I had no choice but to push her away and run. I've been in my attic for so long now only surviving on wood clippings and rat feces. I hear those two words being repeated all f**king day and night.. they're beamed into my brain and soul. I can't take it anymore. The smell of my wife's body's long reached me and I don't know how may times I've fainted from the smell. I hear movement all the time, like that kid thing is just waiting for me to slip up, go crazy or the like. I'm not sure what to do now. I'm sick, I'm hungry, I'm thirty, paranoid... maybe someone will save me. I hope so.
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