H-hello officers.. Come right in.. Thank you for visiting, I'm Lesley Hanson.. I have some... um... information... about the recent string of murders here in Lancaster. You see, it uh... it all started to happen when I began going through puberty. I lived with my abusive parents and my grandmother with dementia.. I have always been a rather "normal" guy.. Well, I was "normal." A little while after I turned fourteen, I started to have wet dreams, which is normal, but after awhile they got... freaky. The women in my dreams started to... harm... themselves.. They would slit their necks, yank out their teeth, cut off fingers, and other s**t. These wet dreams turned sour haunted me until I turned fifteen.. Now, before I continue, you officers should know that I'm NOT crazy... I swear that I'm not..
By fifteen, I had stopped having dreams altogether, which I was happy about... I got a girlfriend as well; Maggie was her name... We were happy together. Nearing my sixteenth birthday, I uh... I started having dreams again. They weren't bad at first, they were always about Maggie, but eventually She showed up... She started as just a shadow in my dreams; watching my Maggie from a distance.. But that... that monster... She would get closer and closer each night.. I-I remember the night She ruined everything.. Maggie and I had gone camping together. It was so soothing, and nothing could ruin our happiness. Well, that's what we thought... That night, that monster... that soulless demon... took my Maggie from me... I had never seen Her face before; She always looked like a shadow... But, that night, She became real.
I was dreaming about Maggie as always, but for once it was sexual... Her voluptuous tits looked so real. I wanted to nibble on her n*****s and make her scream... but not in the way She made her scream. She came up behind her, laughing... It started as an almost innocent giggle, then slowly it became a monstrous cackle... Heheheh.. Hahahaha... Ahaha.. AHAHAHAHA! It kept ringing in my head as She grabbed my Maggie's back with her claws.. Maggie's screams sounded so real; they were blood-curdling screams that echoed in the vastness of my mind.. That demon was tearing off my Maggie's skin... so... f*****g.... slowly... I heard it rip away from her muscles even though her screams were deafening and Her laughter was still present.. I wanted to wake up; I had to wake up... But She made me watch until the blood stopped pouring from Maggie's back... When I woke up... My Maggie wasn't there.. All that was left of her was the every piece of jewelry I gave her spread into the shape of a toothy grin..
She kept killing women in my dreams, and I would wake up with Her "prizes." Now officers, you MUST listen; I am NOT crazy... This monster is IN MY HEAD, and She is KILLING women.. She will cut them open and eat their raw flesh.. I would almost feel their hearts beat fearfully as She mutilates and violates them... She would tear them to shreds in front of me; causing me to puke when I awoke.. Sometimes She would leave body parts.. The scent was so putrid.. I uh... I saw Her "face" last night... She wears an expressionless mask.. It's white until She gets blood all over it.. L-last night She just stood in front of me... staring into my very soul.. I felt Her jagged smile grow the more scared I grew.. I couldn't see Her eyes, but they burnt although Her gaze was dead and cold... I-I remember blinking in my dream.. And Her mask was soaked in blood.. My blood.. I saw that f*****g smile.. I heard Her f*****g laugh again... I woke up drenched and cold; I was bleeding heavily due to deep cuts all over my arms..
Officers, please, She did this to me... You have to save me, PLEASE! S-she's using my body.. I don't want to be Her toy please.. I'm not insane, She is inside me... I hear Her laughing.. Haha.... Please... I.. I don't want to see Her kill another woman or child... I've seen Her slowly sever a five year-old's head... There was so much blood.. His screams hurt my ears; I tried to cut my ears off and gouge out my eyes... Officers please.. The Weeper will kill us all....
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