theangelofdeath777

(Reader's P.O.V.) I flipped open my recipe book looking for the fluffy thin cakes my boyfriend seemed to love so damn much. 'I swear there ain't enough pancakes in the world for that boy,' I smiled. I flipped through each page, getting annoyed that I couldn't find what I was looking for. Until I flipped all the pages 'till the end. 1 cup all-purpose flour 2 tablespoons sugar 2 teaspoons baking powder 1/2 teaspoon salt 1 large egg, slightly beaten 2 tablespoons vegetable oil milk, just enough to make pourable batter I stumbled through the kitchen drowsily, as I gathered the bowls needed for making the hot cakes. I couldn't help but look

 There had been many strange deaths recently, and there were only a few survivors who were willing to talk about it. Most of them spoke of an odd demon who wanted to play ‘games’ with them. Others could only remember a large monster, but the fear from the situation had caused them to block out the memory of what it looked like. The police were determined to catch these dangerous killers, but so far they only had one lead to their whereabouts. Someone had called in to tell them that a creature with an odd mask had been spotted going into a building. The person did not say who they were, but simply told them this fact and hung up.

 Glen looked down in the direction where Kagekao had fallen. He didn’t see him; all he saw were the thick bushes that were growing down there. He put his gun away, and then retrieved the other two. Glen was a bit surprised that he had actually won, and he was proud of himself. “Big mistake giving me a second chance.” He said mockingly. “And now you’re dead.” Glen walked calmly towards the door leading to inside the building. As he walked down the stairs he took out his phone to call Adam. Before he called, he just admired the scenery of the events that had taken place a little while ago; the broken mirr

 The full moon was up in the sky, shinning down on the city. It was a typical spring night in Japan. Kagekao sat atop a building. At fifteen years of age, he was restless to go out and do something; yet he couldn’t seem to find anything to do. Overlooking the city, he could see all around at the roads and assorted buildings. He wanted to go and play another one of his games with someone, but he couldn’t seem to get in the mood. Although Kage had lots of fun playing his deranged games with random people, something felt missing. He didn’t really have any other person to truly call his friend. The only other demonic creature

 There was an article in the newspaper titled “Boy declared insane; kills himself in cell.” This was part of the story released to the public: “(. . .) After apparently going insane due to increased bullying at his school; the boy assaulted three other students, severely wounding two of them. The boy resisted arrest, but eventually police managed to capture him; after about a day in an insane asylum, one of the security guards was found murdered. Later that same day large amounts of blood were found on the floor of the boy’s cell. The boy’s body had mysteriously disappeared, and the only object other than the b

 Ryan was walking home from school. He took the route he usually took back to his house; a small sidewalk path near the woods that was away from where most kids walked. Life was tough for him. He was seventeen years old in high school; and he had no friends in school. Ever since he was a little preschooler, the other kids made fun of him. He never had a friend there; he often wondered what it was like to chat with a buddy or go hang out. Although he never really understood why the others made fun of him, he now had given up on making friends and just avoided the other teens all together. Ryan walked slowly; he enjoyed being out here, alone;

       (Link to Part 1 in Description)     *   *   * Mark left the bar he was at. He had come to this bar to have a little bit to drink before he faced Beatrice but he didn’t feel like drinking at all and hardly touched what he had bought. Mark told himself that he would go and apologize like a man and set off towards her house. Mark reached out his fist and knocked on the door loudly. He waited. No one answered. He pressed the doorbell several times, and could hear it ring through the house. Still no one answered. Getting worried, he knocked on the door and shouted her name, still no one answered. He tried the door knob, and it op

     Mark sighed and looked out at the night sky. He was standing on the roof on his apartment building, four stories up.  Sometimes Mark just liked to stay up here and reflect, it was quiet and peaceful. Looking down you could see the normal hustle and bustle of city life but if you looked up you could see the beautiful sky, and sometimes even a full moon or some stars.     Mark walked along the border of the roof that helped keep him from falling to his death. It was pretty late; he should be going back down to his apartment soon. Then he saw something waving in the wind a few meters away. Mark walked over to it and picked it up, seeing t

The sky was getting dark, but the city was now lighted by the lights coming from houses and buildings. The night was quiet, the roads empty: only a few people were out there for a nice, peaceful walk. James Nothely, a young man of 26 years, was walking on the big bridge that was passing by the center of the city. Under the bridge was a beautiful blue lake that stretched out for miles. It was a very peaceful night, but these days in the city wasn’t in the best of shape. James bought a newspaper in one of the shops on the bridge. They were always open, and each evening James was there to read the news. But lately, they always the same: "

Ticci-Toby, Ticci-Toby, Twisted thoughts in mind. With your father's hatchets, A bloody trail you leave behind. You are Slender's proxy, For certain that's no joke. And the voices in your head say, To kill all random folk. Your father may he rot in hell, For leaving your sister to die, Who whenever that you think of, makes you want to cry. But as you wrestle with your sanity With your bloody, bandaged hands, The law will search for you Through all the wooded lands. As well as through the cities And hills and valleys too. But you know that they Will never get a hold of you. For you're one of Slender's proxies You can go from there to here, In