I ain't crazy but dis is true.
When I was five, I saw a entity that scared the shit out of me.
It was a black thing, white eyes, and cries purple and green tears.
I drew a drawing of it during that time. (Pretty kewl huh?)
But there was one thing that haunts me about it.
That entity echoes the word "declik" over and over.
DECLIK DECLIK DECLIK DECLIK DECLIK DECLIK DECLIK DECLIK
Yeah, like that.
Anyway, my dad said I was crazy. I kicked him in da ballz.
He belives me now...I hope.
Anywaey, one night when I was 6, I was sleeping on my bed, and I saw it again.
He echoed DECLIK over and over again.
Made me sane?Made me insane?
I don't know.
I am not crazy.
To proove you I am not crazy, I drew this sketch of him the time I saw him.
I forgot to sketch the arm due to my feeeaaarrr.
I was scared.
But over de years, he keep on hautning me like I was his skeleton closet.
But, yesteurday, something horrible happenT
The entity came to me, and ate me.
I sketched one last thing before I was eaten.
DOWN I GO INTO THE BLACK ABYSS KNOWN AS A STOIMACH
IT WAS AWFUL
I COULDN'T SEE
ALL I COULD HEAR WAS...
I THOUGH I WAS A GONER,
BUT BEFORE I AM FOOD, I WAS
LUCKY TO BROUGH MY PHONE
I WROTE THIS DOWN BEFORE
MAYBE I HAVE TIME TO WRITE AN ENDING TO THIS BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE