A Halloween Treat? Perhaps. A Cautionary Tale? Likely.

A Halloween Treat? Perhaps.
A Cautionary Tale? Likely.


Perhaps now is the time to tell my story. Once upon a time there was a girl, a shy and quiet girl who didn’t have many friends. One day she found a place where she was accepted and appreciated. It was in a thread very much like this one. She would record for the anons, and they loved her young sweet voice.

Now this story doesn’t have a happy ending I'm sorry to say. You see one night after she posted a poem she had been working on, a few guys started heckling her, trolling her, disrespecting her! She became depressed after it continued after every time she posted something new. The constant hate and abuse really got to her. Until one night, when she could no longer deal with the hurt it was causing. She ended her life, hung herself with her headset cords, as a last “fuck you” to those who had taunted and teased her.

How do I know all this you wonder? Well you have to let me tell this the way I want to. For now, let’s just say she was very important to me. So important, that I just had to get my revenge. Remember when I started posting here about 6 months ago? I got popular really quickly didn’t I?  I gained fans, gained peoples trust, well as much as you can on 4chan.  I found out who the trolls were. I befriended you, did your requests. Sure enough you soon wanted contact info, which I was more than happy to share.

Yeah, the police will have a good time tracking that. How quickly you all fell for my fake online persona. You boys would say how my voice called to you (giggle) (bitter) you had no idea how much that made my skin crawl. As luck would have it, you were such gullible idiots. You sent me money when I made up pitiful stories of hardship and all I had to do was post a picture of some girl’s tit.  How I laughed as I bought a very nice, very sharp knife and a plane ticket with the money. Oh, you all dreamed of having a--what do you call us? Oh, yes ‘vocawhore’—show up on your doorstep, so you were ever so forthcoming with information, that I had three real names and three addresses on my list (giggle).

The first was the most fun.  He lived in a dingy little apartment all alone. When I knocked on his door pretending to be the damsel in distress, he didn’t hesitate to let me in. Why should he, I was the girl of his dreams. And when he went to the kitchen to get me a glass of water, he didn’t notice me come up behind him, he didn’t see my pretty knife, he didn’t hear me laugh as I reached up and slit his throat.  His blood spilled out onto the counter tops and all over the floor. I left him in a pool of his own blood and shit, gagging and choking. I told him why on the way out.

Anon number 2 was a little trickier. The loser still lived at home with his parents. But it was no real challenge. I waited until he was walking home from his shitty supermarket job one night, followed him and got oh-so-lucky when he took a shortcut down a darkened alley.  This one heard me laugh, saw me coming. You should have seen his face.  A beautiful girl walking up to him (giggle) of course he stopped to talk, of course.  He accepted my offer of a blow job beside a filthy dumpster.  Silly boy.  I’m guessing he didn’t count on me sticking my knife into his belly, gutting him. Watching his blood spilling out onto my shoes. I told him why as I left.

Now that brings us to you, anon number 3, are you beginning to understand why you are here, tied to this chair, gagged so you don’t scream. You, though, since you started it, I think I’ll tell you first what I told them last. Why I’m doing this. Why I care. It’s simple, and if any bit of your brain thinks I’m kidding, this is some trick, and I’m just making this up, this should take care of that.  She. Was. My. Little. Sister.

I think that’s enough explaining for now. While I was waiting for your room-mate to leave for the weekend, I managed to pick up a few things. Would you like to see them? No? Okay I’ll keep them as surprises then.

Lets play a game anon. It’s a simple yes or no question game, if you get the answer right I won’t bring this hammer down on your fingers, making sure you never type again. Ready?  Did you call my sister a useless no talent whore? No? Wrong answer. Hold still. Stop fucking squirming or I’ll cut your hands off at the wrists.<SFX: Snap>  Oh don’t cry sweetie, it will only hurt for a little while. A very little while. Trust me.

Question number 2: This time let’s move on to your toes. Are you sorry she died? Yes? Ha! Like you even cared, you piece of shit! <SFX: Snap crunch><scream>

Now lets you and me get acquainted with my pretty knife shall we. Did you just piss yourself? Oh you pathetic little bitch. This is as close as you’ve been to a real woman, isn’t it?  No wonder you’re excited.  I’ve had enough of looking at you, here this hood should help. Now, this I'm afraid is going to hurt. It’s going to hurt a lot and for a long time. But don’t worry, (whisper) revenge tastes so sweet.

Apologies to the Author