I tell this story not as a apology, or a reason for my action. I write it only to tell the truth, whether or not you believe me in the end it doesn't matter. I spent most of my 20's homeless and reckless. I was always in and out of jail, either for robbery or drugs. After a year in jail, I realized I needed something more. So I packed up what few belongings I had and set off to try to find myself. One day I stumbled upon an old farm house, long abandoned and forgotten. A storm was approaching and I didn't particularly feel like sleeping in the rain. Upon entering, I had a strange feeling of something sinister, but I passed it off. I didn't believe in fairy tales or any of that new age shit. Looking around, the place was trashed and smelled like the ass of a horse. Yet, I knew it was better than being drenched. Looking through each room, I concluded that the main floor was the safest as the house itself was rotting away and the upstairs could give away If I stepped in the wrong place. As I settled in, I heard the whispers in the darkness but I passed it off as nothing more than the wind. "hsssssh, gsssssh, msssh" Once again, and this time louder. I look up, and there, on the top of the stairs were 10 pairs of little eyes staring back at me. I jumped and ran for the door, but the door was not there any longer. "HSSH, GSSSH, MSSSH" "FUCK OFF" I yelled, but in a futile desperation I fell over and they crawled all over me. As I screamed, and pleaded they entered my mouth and I passed out into darkness. As I awoke, sometime later I found myself in a small room with no windows. That wretched whispering sound filled the walls around me. Those damn creature were there, and I knew I had no chance of escape. Above me, the walls stopped before the ceiling and I realized this was not a room but a kind of pit. With terror, I tried to climb the walls but I couldn't escape. Those damn things started to appear one by one looking down on me. As I watched, I got a glimpse of one's face; mangled and torn, black skin and red eyes. Almost like rats who walked upright. Yet as I looked closer, it seemed terrified. The ground then started to shake with violence, and a deep horn was heard. All the creatures screamed and started chanting: "Morrow, sorrow, Hallow!" "My GOD" I yelled and I saw it. A thing undescriable, terrorific in size and ugly, not just physically but with hate. It lowered its self on me and opened its mouth. I kicked it hard but it did no good. As I was picked up it swallowed me whole and I fell upwards towards a seething pool of corpes and other dead things. As I jumped up and grabed the wall I was grabbed by several tenticles who punctured my skin and pulled me up into mid air. I screamed, but they only pulled tighter. Nearing what I thought was the end, I vomited and passed out. As I awoke once again, the pain had subsided, and I was lower to the ground than before. I looked around, and wondered why I was still alive. Why hadn't this thing killed me yet? I looked at the tentacles attached to me, and I realized it wasn't alive, but more machine. It was pumping me full of something. I tried to struggle, only to hear a loud ringing noise that made me quench in pain. As I cried, those damn creatures appeared again, only this time they followed someone else. A larger figure, bigger than any man. He was skinny, pale white. Big eyes, tiny nose and mouth. I was beyond terrified. It walked closer, and grabbed a tool out of his belt he was wearing. As he looked at me, he pulled my head up and forced open my mouth, and slide this tool into my throat. I tried to scream but was gagged. It touched me all over, almost like it was some kind of doctor. It felt my heart, my lungs, and my private areas. From the distance I heard a another scream, but this time it was human, a woman. She screamed as loud as she could, and tried to escape but could not. Tentacles attached to her body brought her over close to me where I was hanging. Her body was human, but her face..alien. Her face was like that damn doctor creature. She hung there, nude, flinching in pain. The doctor looked at me and stabbed my side with a kind of syringe. This caused me to swell sexually and made me uncomfortable. The doctor opened the girls legs and precided to join us in intercourse. As I tried to stop, I couldn't. I had no more energy and I gave up. After I had finished the girl was passed out, and I felt like it. The doctor took her away and was left hanging there in the cold. Some time later, the doctor came back, and took a sample of saliva out of my mouth. As he looked at me, I spit in his face. The doctor instantly touched a button on his belt and caused me pain unlike anything I had felt. When he stopped he looked at me like I was nothing but a animal, and walked away. Tears fell down my face and passed out once again. Opening my eyes I found myself laying outside that old house, the stars blinking above me. What was left of my clothes lay next to me, torn and muddied from the rain. The ground began to shake and the house started to fall when a giant craft rose in front of me. As it hovered there a door opened and I could see two figured standing inside. It was that damn doctor and, to my horror a small child. It looked human and alien. As I stared, the doctor pointed at me and then the child, and smirked with that tiny mouth of his. The craft then shut its door and lifted almost instantly into space. Here I am now, alone, desperate, and going insane. I can still hear those damn creatures carrying me away, and that damn doctor torturing me. After careful consideration, I conclude there is only one way out. I look up into the stars, and I no longer wonder if we are alone. The coldness of the barrel against my head clears my mind, and I know now this will never happen to me again.
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