You never felt safe, even in your own home. A roof over your head and walls surrounding you felt fine during the day, but at night turned into a sense of claustrophobia.
It wasn't always this way. Life used to be care-free for you. That was years ago, though. It had been a decade since you'd seen what you'd see every night before you went to sleep.
Why did it have to be so detailed? The memories in life you wish you could remember are taken away, the memories in life that you wish you could erase are branded into your thoughts. They torture you- won't ever let you fall into sleep nicely. The more you try to think about something else, it eats away at it until it has your full attention. The memory doesn't mean to be such a cannibal, it had no choice. None of them had a choice. It was the only way they would be remembered; dead.
It's not their fault, their blood is on the hands of a man. A man who has been dead for ten years, yet you can't look at a picture, or hear his name in public without wanting to run home, crying to your mother. A man who's grizzly deeds had instilled so much terror into the citizens of Wisconsin, that it's citizens tried painting the state black in attempts to cover it up. Just like what you were trying to do.
What goes up, must come down.
What is full of water will sink.
What is full of air will float.
The memories were thrown up in the air, but they eventually came down.
The memories were once full of water, so they sank.
But memories filled with air and rose to the surface. They can no longer sink. You've tried everything.
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Uncanny past
HorrorMurder after murder has been taking place in Wisconsin, but no one can figure out how. Don't go too far down, you may never get out.
