Leave the light on

This was made as a compaction with a friend. Sadly he was way too lazy to write as fast as I did, so I decided to publish mine now anyway. It is my first story in English and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t shitty writing English. Luckily I had a couple of friends willing to play the part as my Editors. For that I thank you. Now, it would be the best if I said what the story is about, but I really want it to be a surprise, so instead I want to tell you more about the inspiration. I built this on inspiration from several games, movies and mangas, such as Another (manga), American Horror Story (serie) and Black box tv on youtube. I want people to think and to feel twisted/scared. And I want feedback, which you can give me here or in a email: jullemus_a@hotmail.com. Oh, and by the way. This story is set to Green in age rating, because I think that the reading of my story is on the readers responsability.
- Sorry for my broken english ...


2. Zippo and match.

Time has told mankind that they exist in world created on good and bad.
History has told us, that we can be as cruel as we can be kind.
Legends tell tales about mankind, about us, losing and gaining faith.

From all of this, we can conclude that we all need a protector, who shields us from something.
Something we can’t describe nor explain- simply, the unknown.
We need a shield against what is unknown to us.

We have a habit of losing faith in this guardian, when times turn black.
We ask: “Where is God now?” and pray for better times.
Sometimes it helps and sometimes it doesn’t, it all depends on the person.

Humans are truly weird beings.
We have a need of being held by each other in wires.
Our life is wired to each other, making it possible for such an abstract thing as ‘love’ to exist.

But for some humans, this abstract thing growing inside of us is not enough.
They turn to the darkness, after losing their guardian.
We all look down on these people, for being different.

They leave the roads covered in blood from their victims.
Forever are they cursed to walk the earth, searching for something, so out of reach.
While they walk, they are colouring the roads with lines of blood and tears.

We love and hate these human beings.
Love them because they give our perfect world a thrill.
Hate them because they take away our children.

Many old sayings begin with: “There are two kinds of people in the world ...”
Now I ask you: “Who are you?”
Think about it.

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