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The Bath Game or “Daruma-san” is a paranormal ghost game that originated in Japan. The game involves summoning a grotesque ghost that will follow you all day. The object of the game is to evade the ghost and prevent it from catching you.
Warning: We advise you not to play the bath game. They say that playing Daruma-san can result in very bad things happening to you.
Bath Game Instructions:
Before you go to bed at night, take off your clothes and go into the bathroom.
Fill the bathtub with water and turn off the lights.
Sit in the middle of the bathtub, facing the faucets or taps.
Wash your hair, while repeating over and over the words “Daruma-san fell down. Daruma-san fell down.”
As you wash your hair, in your mind, you should see an image of a Japanese woman standing in the bathtub. She slips and falls onto a rusty tap. The tap goes through her eye and kills her.
Keep repeating the words “Daruma-san fell down. Daruma-san fell down.” until you finish washing your hair. Your eyes must remain shut. You may hear or feel a slight movement in the bathtub behind you. Keep your eyes closed. Do not peek. You have just summoned a ghost. The ghostly figure of a woman will rise out of the water behind you. You will feel her presence as she stares at you, her head just behind your right shoulder. Her hair is black and tangled. Her clothes are tattered and rotting. She has only one eye. Her left eye is wide open and bloodshot. Her right eye is missing, leaving just a bloody, hollow eye socket.
When you sense the presence of the ghost, say out loud “Why did you fall in the bath?”
Keeping your eyes shut tightly, stand up, get out of the bath. Be careful not to trip and fall. Immediately leave  the bathroom and shut the door behind you. Now it is safe to open your eyes. Leave the water in the bath overnight. Go to sleep.
The next morning, when you wake up, the game will begin. The ghost of the one-eyed woman will be following you. Whenever you turn to look, she will disappear. Throughout the day, when you glance over your right shoulder, you will occasionally catch a glimpse of her. She will get closer and closer as the day goes on. Do not allow her to catch you.
If you glance over your shoulder and see that she is way too close, you should shout “Tomare!” which means “Stop!” Then run away as quickly as possible. This will allow you to put some distance between yourself and the one-eyed woman.
To end the game, you must catch a glimpse of the ghostly woman and shout “Kitta!” which means “I cut you loose!” Then hold out your hand in front of you and swing it down in a cutting motion (like a karate chop).
You should end the game before midnight. Otherwise the one-eyed woman will appear in your dreams and follow you.
Bath Game Rules:
Do not open your eyes when the ghost first appears.
Do not allow the ghost to trip you when you get out of the bath.
Do not re-enter the bathroom after you leave.
Do not drain the bathtub until morning.
Do not allow the one-eyed woman to catch up to you.
A final piece of advice:
Do not play this game. It is very dangerous. Summoning ghosts can result in you getting possessed by a demon or dying in a horrible way. You could also trip and fall in the bath and seriously injure or kill yourself. If you fail to end the game properly, the ghost could continue to follow you for the rest of your life. Do not play this game.

The Bath Game or “Daruma-san” is a paranormal ghost game that originated in Japan. The game involves summoning a grotesque ghost that will follow you all day. The object of the game is to evade the ghost and prevent it from catching you.

Warning: We advise you not to play the bath game. They say that playing Daruma-san can result in very bad things happening to you.

Bath Game Instructions:

  1. Before you go to bed at night, take off your clothes and go into the bathroom.
  2. Fill the bathtub with water and turn off the lights.
  3. Sit in the middle of the bathtub, facing the faucets or taps.
  4. Wash your hair, while repeating over and over the words “Daruma-san fell down. Daruma-san fell down.”
  5. As you wash your hair, in your mind, you should see an image of a Japanese woman standing in the bathtub. She slips and falls onto a rusty tap. The tap goes through her eye and kills her.
  6. Keep repeating the words “Daruma-san fell down. Daruma-san fell down.” until you finish washing your hair. Your eyes must remain shut. You may hear or feel a slight movement in the bathtub behind you. Keep your eyes closed. Do not peek. You have just summoned a ghost. The ghostly figure of a woman will rise out of the water behind you. You will feel her presence as she stares at you, her head just behind your right shoulder. Her hair is black and tangled. Her clothes are tattered and rotting. She has only one eye. Her left eye is wide open and bloodshot. Her right eye is missing, leaving just a bloody, hollow eye socket.
  7. When you sense the presence of the ghost, say out loud “Why did you fall in the bath?”
  8. Keeping your eyes shut tightly, stand up, get out of the bath. Be careful not to trip and fall. Immediately leave  the bathroom and shut the door behind you. Now it is safe to open your eyes. Leave the water in the bath overnight. Go to sleep.

The next morning, when you wake up, the game will begin. The ghost of the one-eyed woman will be following you. Whenever you turn to look, she will disappear. Throughout the day, when you glance over your right shoulder, you will occasionally catch a glimpse of her. She will get closer and closer as the day goes on. Do not allow her to catch you.

If you glance over your shoulder and see that she is way too close, you should shout “Tomare!” which means “Stop!” Then run away as quickly as possible. This will allow you to put some distance between yourself and the one-eyed woman.

To end the game, you must catch a glimpse of the ghostly woman and shout “Kitta!” which means “I cut you loose!” Then hold out your hand in front of you and swing it down in a cutting motion (like a karate chop).

You should end the game before midnight. Otherwise the one-eyed woman will appear in your dreams and follow you.

Bath Game Rules:

  1. Do not open your eyes when the ghost first appears.
  2. Do not allow the ghost to trip you when you get out of the bath.
  3. Do not re-enter the bathroom after you leave.
  4. Do not drain the bathtub until morning.
  5. Do not allow the one-eyed woman to catch up to you.

A final piece of advice:

Do not play this game. It is very dangerous. Summoning ghosts can result in you getting possessed by a demon or dying in a horrible way. You could also trip and fall in the bath and seriously injure or kill yourself. If you fail to end the game properly, the ghost could continue to follow you for the rest of your life. Do not play this game.

A 12 year-old girl named Alicia, her little 10 year old sister Abby, and her mother had just moved in to a new house. It was new, big, and just what they had been wanting. They just needed to go to get some basic things like, you know, soap, spoons, towels, that sort of thing.

While they were at the store Alicia’s mother spotted something in the bin of random stuff on sale. There was a doll that said “Molly the Dolly” on the tag. To the mother the doll was beautiful, to Alicia, it was creepy, in a way she couldn’t describe. To her little sister, it was funny.

The doll, “Molly” had 2 black eyes, staring out at nothing, and a pink-ish- orange-ish dress that was ripped at the sleeves and neckline… It just didn’t look natural for a doll.

When they got home the mother put the doll on the mantel place.

That night Alicia heard some childish laughing and singing, then she heard in a little girl voice. “Molly’s jumping of the mantel place, and Molly’s gonna kill you!”

Alicia ignored it, thinking it was her little sister playing a prank on her . but a few minutes she heard it again.

"Molly’s walking across the living room and Molly’s gonna kill you!" Alicia just mumbled, "Stop it Abby, it’s not funny."

"Mom, stop her!" But another few minutes later she heard it again.

"Molly’s coming up the stairs and Molly’s gonna kill you!" but then Alicia started to worry. Why wasn’t her mother stopping Abby?

Darker thoughts crept into her mind. Maybe it was Molly the Dolly. She thought over it. Her sister and mother weren’t answering.

"Oh my God… how do I escape? Mom’s room is-"

"Molly’s walking across the hall. Molly’s gonna kill you!"

"It’s almost here, I can’t make it to mom’s room before it is here…"

"Molly’s walking across the room, Molly’s almost here!" Alicia was just paralyzed with fear.. couldn’t move, couldn’t scream but then the door opened.

"Molly’s here now, and NOW YOU’RE DEAD!"

That morning the mother came to wake up Alicia, but Alicia wasn’t there, there wasn’t any sign of anything… a messed up bed, that is all. Alicia’s mom went running into to living room but saw Molly, right where she was placed yesterday, and another doll, that looked exactly like Alicia.

A 12 year-old girl named Alicia, her little 10 year old sister Abby, and her mother had just moved in to a new house. It was new, big, and just what they had been wanting. They just needed to go to get some basic things like, you know, soap, spoons, towels, that sort of thing.

While they were at the store Alicia’s mother spotted something in the bin of random stuff on sale. There was a doll that said “Molly the Dolly” on the tag. To the mother the doll was beautiful, to Alicia, it was creepy, in a way she couldn’t describe. To her little sister, it was funny.

The doll, “Molly” had 2 black eyes, staring out at nothing, and a pink-ish- orange-ish dress that was ripped at the sleeves and neckline… It just didn’t look natural for a doll.

When they got home the mother put the doll on the mantel place.

That night Alicia heard some childish laughing and singing, then she heard in a little girl voice. “Molly’s jumping of the mantel place, and Molly’s gonna kill you!”

Alicia ignored it, thinking it was her little sister playing a prank on her . but a few minutes she heard it again.

"Molly’s walking across the living room and Molly’s gonna kill you!" Alicia just mumbled, "Stop it Abby, it’s not funny."

"Mom, stop her!" But another few minutes later she heard it again.

"Molly’s coming up the stairs and Molly’s gonna kill you!" but then Alicia started to worry. Why wasn’t her mother stopping Abby?

Darker thoughts crept into her mind. Maybe it was Molly the Dolly. She thought over it. Her sister and mother weren’t answering.

"Oh my God… how do I escape? Mom’s room is-"

"Molly’s walking across the hall. Molly’s gonna kill you!"

"It’s almost here, I can’t make it to mom’s room before it is here…"

"Molly’s walking across the room, Molly’s almost here!" Alicia was just paralyzed with fear.. couldn’t move, couldn’t scream but then the door opened.

"Molly’s here now, and NOW YOU’RE DEAD!"

That morning the mother came to wake up Alicia, but Alicia wasn’t there, there wasn’t any sign of anything… a messed up bed, that is all. Alicia’s mom went running into to living room but saw Molly, right where she was placed yesterday, and another doll, that looked exactly like Alicia.

I’m watching you from afar right now, love. I’m watching your movements carefully, noting what you are doing every second of your life. You’re laughing with your friends, you’re smiling. You look like you are having fun.

You can’t see me, I am well hidden. I can’t stop staring at you. It’s fun. It’s fun to stalk you home, sometimes, it’s even more fun when I get to play with your head, making you think someone’s behind you. Well, there is no one behind you, love. Just me watching far away. I remember everything you say and do. I can read your lips well.

Every time I go home, I get out my notebook, well, the fifth one already, and just write. Write everything you have said and done. I know where you go every day.

I know your every move. I’ve been doing this for the past two years, yet, you have never even spoken one word to me. That doesn’t matter. I don’t love you for your petty words. But wait, who’s this now? A girl?


Why can’t they all just go away from you? Haven’t I made it clear already? You know what happened to Hayley, you know what happened to Mia. You know how badly Sarah was injured and you know how Claire was let off, only getting minor injuries. You’re kissing that girl now. You’re kissing her. I think, I finally have to have you now. I’m planning something. Even better, I already know, you’ll see.

I’ll follow you home. I just have to wait, wait for you my precious. And there you go. You’re leaving already, I see. That’s okay. It just means I can get started even sooner. I follow you down every street. I follow you across every road.

Before you can open your door, I cover your head with a bag and punch you twice, until you are unconscious. I make sure no one sees me. I drag you across the road. I drag you all the way home. I open my door. I close it.

I punch you more, hitting you with objects so you are not awakening yet. I sit you up at a table and prepare. After a while I set out dishes at the table, covered. I wait for you to wake up. You open your eyes now.

You’re tied to the chair. I’m staring at you now my love. Closer than ever. I’m smiling.

You look confused, worried, scared. Wondering what will happen next. I greet you. You curse at me, telling me to untie you or you’ll call the police. Silly, silly boy. I giggle, uncovering the first dish. It’s a tongue! Mia’s tongue! Still rotting as usual. I pick it up and stuff it in your mouth. You spit it out. I slit your face with a blade.

You’re crying in pain, fucking pussy. I force you to eat Mia’s tongue. You swallow it, crying. I giggled again, uncovering the next meal. It’s a hand. It’s your sister’s hand.

You know her right? When she went missing about a month ago? I cut her up into pieces. I hope you like it. I make you eat that too, you refused so many times, yet, I slit you more. You’re bleeding now. I’m laughing. This is fun! I tell you to forget about the feeding now.

I tell you that I want to have you forever. I push you down. You struggled, so I stabbed you in the shoulder with the blade. I knock you out once again. You wake up in a dark room. I have a scalpel now. I have many tools, my love. You’re crying, aww. I don’t hesitate to cut off your ears. Next, your nose. Then I remove your eyeballs.

Yummy! ~ I’m having fun! Are you too? Are you having fun too? I get scissors, and cut off your hair to keep in a locket forever.

Then I get the saw. I take apart your legs and arms, cutting off the hands after. I inject something into you, making you scream. I slice off your lips. Then chop, chop, chop! Your head falls off, and rolls around a little. The fun’s over now, but it’s not done. I store your body in a freezer for “Good uses”.

It’s important to give myself pleasure a lot too, you know. The rest? I’m eating it all right now, of course.

Now I have you forever, my love…

I’m watching you from afar right now, love. I’m watching your movements carefully, noting what you are doing every second of your life. You’re laughing with your friends, you’re smiling. You look like you are having fun.

You can’t see me, I am well hidden. I can’t stop staring at you. It’s fun. It’s fun to stalk you home, sometimes, it’s even more fun when I get to play with your head, making you think someone’s behind you. Well, there is no one behind you, love. Just me watching far away. I remember everything you say and do. I can read your lips well.

Every time I go home, I get out my notebook, well, the fifth one already, and just write. Write everything you have said and done. I know where you go every day.

I know your every move. I’ve been doing this for the past two years, yet, you have never even spoken one word to me. That doesn’t matter. I don’t love you for your petty words. But wait, who’s this now? A girl?


Why can’t they all just go away from you? Haven’t I made it clear already? You know what happened to Hayley, you know what happened to Mia. You know how badly Sarah was injured and you know how Claire was let off, only getting minor injuries. You’re kissing that girl now. You’re kissing her. I think, I finally have to have you now. I’m planning something. Even better, I already know, you’ll see.

I’ll follow you home. I just have to wait, wait for you my precious. And there you go. You’re leaving already, I see. That’s okay. It just means I can get started even sooner. I follow you down every street. I follow you across every road.

Before you can open your door, I cover your head with a bag and punch you twice, until you are unconscious. I make sure no one sees me. I drag you across the road. I drag you all the way home. I open my door. I close it.

I punch you more, hitting you with objects so you are not awakening yet. I sit you up at a table and prepare. After a while I set out dishes at the table, covered. I wait for you to wake up. You open your eyes now.

You’re tied to the chair. I’m staring at you now my love. Closer than ever. I’m smiling.

You look confused, worried, scared. Wondering what will happen next. I greet you. You curse at me, telling me to untie you or you’ll call the police. Silly, silly boy. I giggle, uncovering the first dish. It’s a tongue! Mia’s tongue! Still rotting as usual. I pick it up and stuff it in your mouth. You spit it out. I slit your face with a blade.

You’re crying in pain, fucking pussy. I force you to eat Mia’s tongue. You swallow it, crying. I giggled again, uncovering the next meal. It’s a hand. It’s your sister’s hand.

You know her right? When she went missing about a month ago? I cut her up into pieces. I hope you like it. I make you eat that too, you refused so many times, yet, I slit you more. You’re bleeding now. I’m laughing. This is fun! I tell you to forget about the feeding now.

I tell you that I want to have you forever. I push you down. You struggled, so I stabbed you in the shoulder with the blade. I knock you out once again. You wake up in a dark room. I have a scalpel now. I have many tools, my love. You’re crying, aww. I don’t hesitate to cut off your ears. Next, your nose. Then I remove your eyeballs.

Yummy! ~ I’m having fun! Are you too? Are you having fun too? I get scissors, and cut off your hair to keep in a locket forever.

Then I get the saw. I take apart your legs and arms, cutting off the hands after. I inject something into you, making you scream. I slice off your lips. Then chop, chop, chop! Your head falls off, and rolls around a little. The fun’s over now, but it’s not done. I store your body in a freezer for “Good uses”.

It’s important to give myself pleasure a lot too, you know. The rest? I’m eating it all right now, of course.

Now I have you forever, my love…

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What if, the mentally retarded, the extremely disabled, what if all those kinds of people, who have no way of communicating, are born with all knowledge, but have no way to share it? Like, what if they know all the world’s secrets, all the answers to life and afterlife, what will happen and what happened, where this came from and where this will come from, what if they know that? What would it feel like? To know all these things and be stuck with them? And what if they were angry? Being considered the idiots by the rest of the population, even though they know it all? And what if they wanted revenge?

What if I told you I was one of them, and that I had figured out how to communicate? And what if I was one of the people who wanted revenge? Then what?

It doesn’t matter.

See you tonight.

What if, the mentally retarded, the extremely disabled, what if all those kinds of people, who have no way of communicating, are born with all knowledge, but have no way to share it? Like, what if they know all the world’s secrets, all the answers to life and afterlife, what will happen and what happened, where this came from and where this will come from, what if they know that? What would it feel like? To know all these things and be stuck with them? And what if they were angry? Being considered the idiots by the rest of the population, even though they know it all? And what if they wanted revenge?

What if I told you I was one of them, and that I had figured out how to communicate? And what if I was one of the people who wanted revenge? Then what?

It doesn’t matter.

See you tonight.

It was a dark night outside, and I had nothing better to do, so I decided to build a deathmatch city on Bedroom Dark. I was trying to give it an apocalyptic kind of feel, so I created a bunch of Jersey barriers and fires, and some made a couple of half-broken street lights.

I was in the middle of inventing a bot when I heard a brick clicking sound, that noise that plays when you plant a brick. I canceled the events and looked around it—sounded really close.

Near one of the fire emitters, I saw a red 1x1 brick. I walked over and figured I must have accidentally placed it there earlier. I destroyed it with the hammer.

I went back to inventing the bot for a few minutes when I heard the sound again.

This time, the brick plant sound seemed even closer. I exited the events screen and saw a 1x1 brick about 20 blocks away. I didn’t even bother moving this time, I just used the admin wand to destroy it.

I duplicated a few more bots and was setting their appearance when I heard the click one more time. I turned around, angry now, and saw that the red 1x1 was only five blocks away. I got out the hammer and hit it a few times.

The brick wouldn’t break. A message kept coming up: “BL_ID: -7648 does not trust you enough to do that”.

I was confused now. BL_ID: 7648 was my ID. But why was there a negative sign before it?

Luckily, I was able to destroy it with the admin wand.

All of a sudden, the light emitters closest to where the 1x1 brick had been just disappeared. When I clicked on those bricks with the wrench, they showed that the emitters were still there. I couldn’t see a thing, though. Then, I hear a terrible sound– the sound of destroying bricks. I turn on the player light and see that my entire city was gone.

Distressed, I quickly opened up my save menu to load the most recent progress—but there was practically nothing there. 150+ of my previous saves were gone. There was only one remaining save able to be loaded, “Demo House.”

I wanted to find out what was up with this whole situation. I loaded the build, and could see only the back of the house and the jeep- it looked normal from where I was.

As I got closer, I saw that was not the case. The colors were distorted and inverted, with horrible strips of piercing blue and blood red colors that weren’t even in the default color-set. As I stepped inside the small house, I heard a demonic screeching noise– the sound of every Blockland sound effect played at the same time backward, in G major. My computer screen went completely red and Blockland refused to respond.

I have a new computer now, but that doesn’t matter. The old one never got fixed, and is sitting in my basement. It still has a glowing red screen, even though it’s been unplugged for a few months now.

It was a dark night outside, and I had nothing better to do, so I decided to build a deathmatch city on Bedroom Dark. I was trying to give it an apocalyptic kind of feel, so I created a bunch of Jersey barriers and fires, and some made a couple of half-broken street lights.

I was in the middle of inventing a bot when I heard a brick clicking sound, that noise that plays when you plant a brick. I canceled the events and looked around it—sounded really close.

Near one of the fire emitters, I saw a red 1x1 brick. I walked over and figured I must have accidentally placed it there earlier. I destroyed it with the hammer.

I went back to inventing the bot for a few minutes when I heard the sound again.

This time, the brick plant sound seemed even closer. I exited the events screen and saw a 1x1 brick about 20 blocks away. I didn’t even bother moving this time, I just used the admin wand to destroy it.

I duplicated a few more bots and was setting their appearance when I heard the click one more time. I turned around, angry now, and saw that the red 1x1 was only five blocks away. I got out the hammer and hit it a few times.

The brick wouldn’t break. A message kept coming up: “BL_ID: -7648 does not trust you enough to do that”.

I was confused now. BL_ID: 7648 was my ID. But why was there a negative sign before it?

Luckily, I was able to destroy it with the admin wand.

All of a sudden, the light emitters closest to where the 1x1 brick had been just disappeared. When I clicked on those bricks with the wrench, they showed that the emitters were still there. I couldn’t see a thing, though. Then, I hear a terrible sound– the sound of destroying bricks. I turn on the player light and see that my entire city was gone.

Distressed, I quickly opened up my save menu to load the most recent progress—but there was practically nothing there. 150+ of my previous saves were gone. There was only one remaining save able to be loaded, “Demo House.”

I wanted to find out what was up with this whole situation. I loaded the build, and could see only the back of the house and the jeep- it looked normal from where I was.

As I got closer, I saw that was not the case. The colors were distorted and inverted, with horrible strips of piercing blue and blood red colors that weren’t even in the default color-set. As I stepped inside the small house, I heard a demonic screeching noise– the sound of every Blockland sound effect played at the same time backward, in G major. My computer screen went completely red and Blockland refused to respond.

I have a new computer now, but that doesn’t matter. The old one never got fixed, and is sitting in my basement. It still has a glowing red screen, even though it’s been unplugged for a few months now.

I have been searching for more information regarding the killer. To my horror, I have found a set of stories online regarding one “Jeff the Killer”. The stories dictate a serial killer who develops his psychopathic tendencies at the onset of his teenage years, eventually killing everybody in his immediate family.

The most shocking aspect of the story is that Jeff killed his victims in the same brutal way as seen with the Denbigh asylum killer, even going to the extent of both killers communicating “GO TO SLEEP” before murdering their victims. The most frightening aspect, however, is that the image provided for Jeff the Killer is the exact same as the image provided by witnesses for the Denbigh Asylum killer, leading investigators to believe that they are in fact the same person. For further reading, simply search “Jeff the Killer” online and read at your own risk.

The most terrifying fact of all, though, lies in my personal experience. After writing this report, I heard strange sounds throughout my home. Figuring it was nothing, I continued doing research on Jeff. The banging noises got louder and louder. I searched outside, thinking maybe a bird was injured. As I stepped to my door, however, I noticed movement in the window. I immediately attempted to phone police, but got a busy signal. Concerned, I put the phone down and looked toward the door, only to see Jeff staring directly at me with those cold, dead eyes and that horrific, disfigured face. His smile was the most eerie thing I have ever seen. I immediately pulled out my gun and began shooting. Jeff took off into the night.

I know I am in danger, so I have set up constant surveillance around my home to protect myself. I still see bright flashes of light and hear banging noises around my home, along with the rare but still horrifying laughter of which only a true psychotic serial killer can provide. I don’t know how much longer it will be until we catch him, but, if he keeps making these mistakes, then we’ll have a solid identity and an air-tight case. I feel we are on the brink of taking him in, for I keep hearing laughter and banging sounds that are escalating in volume, and I also am seeing an odd orb of light in the distance. I have radioed fellow police to the scene, but the radio has gone dead. The light is getting closer, and I have my gun ready. It’s him. I can see his face. Time tot mntoujiujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujyhjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj/

Art by: creepysheepstudio

I have been searching for more information regarding the killer. To my horror, I have found a set of stories online regarding one “Jeff the Killer”. The stories dictate a serial killer who develops his psychopathic tendencies at the onset of his teenage years, eventually killing everybody in his immediate family.

The most shocking aspect of the story is that Jeff killed his victims in the same brutal way as seen with the Denbigh asylum killer, even going to the extent of both killers communicating “GO TO SLEEP” before murdering their victims. The most frightening aspect, however, is that the image provided for Jeff the Killer is the exact same as the image provided by witnesses for the Denbigh Asylum killer, leading investigators to believe that they are in fact the same person. For further reading, simply search “Jeff the Killer” online and read at your own risk.

The most terrifying fact of all, though, lies in my personal experience. After writing this report, I heard strange sounds throughout my home. Figuring it was nothing, I continued doing research on Jeff. The banging noises got louder and louder. I searched outside, thinking maybe a bird was injured. As I stepped to my door, however, I noticed movement in the window. I immediately attempted to phone police, but got a busy signal. Concerned, I put the phone down and looked toward the door, only to see Jeff staring directly at me with those cold, dead eyes and that horrific, disfigured face. His smile was the most eerie thing I have ever seen. I immediately pulled out my gun and began shooting. Jeff took off into the night.

I know I am in danger, so I have set up constant surveillance around my home to protect myself. I still see bright flashes of light and hear banging noises around my home, along with the rare but still horrifying laughter of which only a true psychotic serial killer can provide. I don’t know how much longer it will be until we catch him, but, if he keeps making these mistakes, then we’ll have a solid identity and an air-tight case. I feel we are on the brink of taking him in, for I keep hearing laughter and banging sounds that are escalating in volume, and I also am seeing an odd orb of light in the distance. I have radioed fellow police to the scene, but the radio has gone dead. The light is getting closer, and I have my gun ready. It’s him. I can see his face. Time tot mntoujiujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujyhjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj/

Art by: creepysheepstudio

On a hot summer night around 4:33 in the morning, as Jeff the Killer took another victim—this time, a young wife, and also leaving her husband with a massive skull fracture as a result of blunt-force trauma, the only one to survive was the couple’s 4-month-old baby that police have discovered crying in its crib. Along side the child, police have found a letter which was written on the back of a paper grocery bag in a black sharpie marker, and a Motorola Droid, faintly illuminated under the baby’s blanket. The babysitter who was locked in the closet during the time claimed she smelled the lingering odor of women’s cheap perfume and found body glitter on the baby’s crib. But who was it from? Police were able to decipher the writing on the grocery bag and here’s what it said:

Jeff,

if you are reading this, know that no matter how many innocent victims you claim or how much innocent blood you shed, I’m still coming for you in the end. All of the men and women you so viciously slaughtered and disemboweled, I beat you to it. I killed them not because I hate them, I imagined those victims were you as I took their lives. It was the mere vision of you that made me kill them. I never did like you, you greasy-headed, grinning, smug, ignorant son of a bitch. My black eyes may look like I’m void of vision, but I’m not stupid. Just remember, the night that you creep into a poor girl’s bedroom, you’re gonna fall head over heals down the fucking stairs with your guts caught on the broken glass of the window that I smashed you into. Tonight, when I reach you, evil will battle evil, winner kills all, and the only one who will not get out alive is you. I’m coming for you. Sleep well…

Signed,
Jane the Killer

Art by: VashappeninLUCY

On a hot summer night around 4:33 in the morning, as Jeff the Killer took another victim—this time, a young wife, and also leaving her husband with a massive skull fracture as a result of blunt-force trauma, the only one to survive was the couple’s 4-month-old baby that police have discovered crying in its crib. Along side the child, police have found a letter which was written on the back of a paper grocery bag in a black sharpie marker, and a Motorola Droid, faintly illuminated under the baby’s blanket. The babysitter who was locked in the closet during the time claimed she smelled the lingering odor of women’s cheap perfume and found body glitter on the baby’s crib. But who was it from? Police were able to decipher the writing on the grocery bag and here’s what it said:

Jeff,

if you are reading this, know that no matter how many innocent victims you claim or how much innocent blood you shed, I’m still coming for you in the end. All of the men and women you so viciously slaughtered and disemboweled, I beat you to it. I killed them not because I hate them, I imagined those victims were you as I took their lives. It was the mere vision of you that made me kill them. I never did like you, you greasy-headed, grinning, smug, ignorant son of a bitch. My black eyes may look like I’m void of vision, but I’m not stupid. Just remember, the night that you creep into a poor girl’s bedroom, you’re gonna fall head over heals down the fucking stairs with your guts caught on the broken glass of the window that I smashed you into. Tonight, when I reach you, evil will battle evil, winner kills all, and the only one who will not get out alive is you. I’m coming for you. Sleep well…

Signed,
Jane the Killer

Art by: VashappeninLUCY

Bloody Knife