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Am I Crazy?
I still haven't figured out what's going on here
Maybe I should start looking for demons
I think it all started about six months ago
On my way home one night my phone rang
The voice was on the other end was strange but a familiar one
One which I had not heard in years
The voice begged me to come back to my hometown
Silent Bentonville...
I don't know what made me come back here
But I left that night…
I was about five miles out of town when my car blew a tire
I figured that I didn't have a spare
I guess that I'd have walk the rest of the way
I started walking but I didn't get far before a nasty fog rolled in
It was thick, I couldn't see a thing
I must have walked for an hour before I realized where i was
I was standing outside my old friends house
But this was impossible, he'd been gone for years
It was his voice on the phone that night, he'd asked me to come back
I didn't understand, he died in a car crash a year ago
He'd just been hired by a major company and was on the way to visit them
But he never made it...
I stepped in to the house, it wasn't the same
The floor was made of steel and the couch was shredded and covered with blood
I heard a whispering coming from the room down the hall
I started to open the door to his computer-room but i stopped
Something came over me and I fainted...
I woke up to a horrible siren coming from the next room
I couldn't tell where I was, the room smelled like a dog
Everything was covered with sheets
I got up and ran out of the room
I was still in the house
I went back to the old computer-room, where the siren was coming from
I opened the door and saw his computer-screen flashing
I moved to the computer and shut it down... Silence
I turned around and there he was, sitting in his white chair
He looked just like he'd seen a ghost, he opened his mouth but didn't speak
Then he closed his eyes and sat back in the chair
I turned around to see the wall he was starring at
I ran over to the window, it was pitch black outside
I walked up to the door to go home
When i was going to say goodbye he wasn't alone anymore
There was something there, I couldn't see, it was to dark
I could just see the oversized hat on a big body
My friend started to scream as he was murdered
I couldn't do anything but watch as my old friend got ripped to pieces
DAIL!, I screamed
The beast turned around and walked towards me so I ran out of the house
His truck was there, I got in the pickup truck and drove of
I drove for days without stopping
And here I am, still driving...
Unable to get away from my childhood terror
Cursed to be by myself, alone, in Silent Bentonville...
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