I am that voice. You know the one you use when you talk to your self in your head. I help you tell right from wrong. This is what happends when I get bored.

He was a generaly nice kid at first, but I have had a few to many of these people. this time I felt like having a little fun.

I first toyed with him at the age of five. I would persuade him into sneaking in an extra cookie while assuring him that I’m always right and nothing bad would happen. He beleaved me and I gained more control.

I layed low for the next few years persuading him to be worse and it let me gain more control over the years. My next attack was when he was seventeen. It was actually really easy. His friends offered it to him I just told him to take it. I assured him I was right and nothing bad would happen. At this point these words assured him nothing bad would happen. The addiction got worse and it clouded the rest of his judgement it let me gain more control.

Some years past I’m not sure any more this was the most fun I have had with any one. I still wanted more, I told him to kill his father. He was so derranged by now he listened, I was more important now. The police aren’t that smart they never did find out who did it.

I am no longer in his mind now, I am his mind. I have almost complete control now. There is only a little fragment of him left. That part the mourns for his father. I will crush it.

I shouldn’t have risked it by killing his father. Some one came they got him off the drugs. I am lossing control, the fragment is growing.

He is fifty now. His wife says I was his “crazy phase”, I will show her I am more than just a phase in his life.

He is sixty now I am rotting his brain out, the doctors think its some kind of mental disease, I will sho them I am much worse.

They have started giving him drugs in the beleave that it will help him. It only clouds his judgement like before it lets me grow stronger.

He is seventy now this is his last day of life. I can control his movements now, his last actions will be writing down his story.

After he jumps I will move onto the next person. To bad his life couldn’t be longer, it was fun. I feel like I will be nice to the next one.

Remember don’t always listen to that voice it might not be looking out for you, or worse it might be me and I might be bored.

Credit To: Ryan .S

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