What steps would you take to find the love of your life? Be it real or materialistic, would you judge someone willing to try anything for the person… or thing he or she loves to be in his or her arms? Many people will go to great lengths to keep their family safe, err… lets go to a more debauch type of love and talk about a mans love to money. Many people have a thing against those who put their jobs over their friends and loved ones, while there are some who look at men that would dissipate the world to stay with their wife. From the beginning of time, no ones love has ever gone by without being scrutinized by at least one other, discrepant person. So would you, yes, you the reader of this entry, look down upon the man who cost the lives of a few of his friends for love, in a story that may or not be true?
Before the grave incident, the story must be told a day before to give background information to the young man who’s mind had been altered. Little is known on what exactly happened the day before, but what is known, thanks to the internet and somewhat mass media, the crime was committed in a small house that homed a small group of gaming bronies who decided to move in with each other and attend the same college. From what is seen on their clan site, it is quite apparent that these 8 boys were close friends over the internet. The time they officially began their friendship is unknown, for things like that don’t ‘just happen’. What is known however, is that on a lot of the posts they made themselves were deleted on almost every site they had ever made. Most of the research that is found of them are the accounts of their other internet friends. Few posts and sketchy means of media have been saved however. But the little info they gave, the more it pieced the puzzle together. Thankfully there was some cyber evidence that could solve the grisly crime.
One such evidence is a post from one of the friends, Jamison, (Note: Last names, and cyber usernames are not used.) that stated he had a lot of swag, which helps us believe he was an arrogant young soul. He was expectedly, the youngest of the group and was most likely compensating for his age. He and another peer, Adam, were very close and by some rumors, had affectionate feelings towards one another, but for the most part they were, just like many adolescents, having juvenile fun and that was not serious whatsoever. Aside from those two, the other ‘Leodons’ as they called themselves for reasons no one but them know had in the most part, the same attitude. The oldest were Ryan, and Duncan, who were by majority, PC gamers while the rest, Adrian, Brandon, John, and Leonardo(who is apparently nicknamed Mux) were for the most part, the same age and PS3 gamers.
The undisputed culprit was the disturbed being, Duncan. While he spent most of his free time playing Star Wars: The Old Republic and a few steam games, it is proved with forensic evidence that he spent a fraction of his day in an abandoned housing area that had been in rubbles from in the interior. It was mostly empty and void of any house work other than a mannequin of a pony and a life sized ‘Smarty Pants’ doll next to a TV that was most likely run off a generator. This house was not too far away, and was, by estimation, about a 10 minute walk from the Bronies residence. It is hypothesized that Duncan had walked to this location everyday and was able to hook up his laptop with the TV so that he may watch, by his history check, episodes from the My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic TV show that had given a character, Pinkie Pie, a pivotal if not major role. We believe by this, he spent his lonesome nights admiring the pony in his own privacy for he performed questionable acts when watching the episodes. The police apparently found large traces of semen coating the floor and the mannequin that had a fleshlight implanted in the posterior area. From what is known from him, he is supposedly a very creepy person who had a lot of social problems and in general gave off a uneasy ‘vibe’.
From a screenshot of a page that is non existent to this day, it is apparent that he admits his unnatural obsession towards the character by stating, “OMG!! i want pinkie to be realll so bad DX” .
It had received a few ‘thumb-ups’ from anonymous users and was given a few comments that agreed with him. One comment however offered advice on how he could carry out his fantasy. Typed in Zalgo text, most likely to either troll or give off a eerie feeling to the page, it said, “I know someone who can help with that.” It was surprisingly well written which makes the poster less believed to be a troll. Under the text there was a link, “http://ask-nightmare-shadow.tumblr.com/ “ (Note: The link doesn’t work. This will be explained later)
The link to the tumblr has been proven to have never existed, and was most likely a fake link. But from accounts of his friends that had been in a skype call with him at the time said that it actually navigated him to a working website. He never sent them the link so they have no idea if it worked or not at the time, but from what they heard him say, it was a dark page. The background had a pitch black template. The profile picture was that of Nightmare Night, a possessed Princess Luna from what is called by some, the Nightmare Shadow. From common sense, most believe the picture was Nightmare Night was so that those that had entered the site could see a familiar face, but if it is called Nightmare Shadow, then Nightmare Night is only a Princess Luna that is possessed by the Shadow. This is all in theory however, but it seems logical. The tumblr description was a mere, “…”. which has left many questions to those who seek the truth of what had happened. He told his friends that there were several posts on there of users asking dumb and legitimate requests. Most of which weren’t even MLP related. He never announced to the call what he had asked, but one with a good amount of common sense could predict that he had asked the Nightmare Shadow to bring Pinkie Pie into the real world, most likely as a joke.
Around that same time, Adrian and Ryan were partaking in Star Craft 2, while the rest are unaccounted for. The two were in the computer area with Duncan at the time, but might have not paid attention to his activities. The exact day this happened has been corrupted online, but it was definitely a Friday night when this had happened. The others might have been out, while the small group stayed behind to finish a quick SC2 tournament, with Duncan as the exception. From what the members of Duncan’s call knew, the two bronies had left about 10 minutes later asking Duncan if he wanted to go somewhere in which he refused. Nothing out of the usual happened after this transpired, and after a while, the group had fell asleep, or at least were offline by 2:30 in the morning.
The next sign of online activity was that of Brandon, the ‘early bird’ of the group who had posted nothing relevant to the actions that would soon happen. Next, Mux and Jamison logged onto the PlayStation Network and played Resident Evil 5 co-op at around 9 in the morning. The two were probably finding a way to kill time before the new episode of MLP aired at 1 PM. By 12:30 in the noon, it is confirmed that the entire group had been awake and were sitting in the living room waiting for the new episode. After 1:37 the online activity started again with John playing Armored Core V on the PS3, and so on. The only person who had not logged in on anything within the next 13.2 minutes was Duncan. It is belived that he “went out” to go to his private lair. Adrian had been in a skype call with a group of bronies that he role-played with at around 1:53 PM when they had heard a man screaming in the background. It only lasted a few seconds for they think he muted his microphone. The same could be said for Adam, who had been playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 with other members of the clan when this happened. His friends, one known as Victor, had heard the screams too, but because of the poor quality of the PS3 mic, it was very static and far. He did however catch a few words being screamed aloud, “…the TV!… It came from the TV!…” The voices soon died down as time passed. Adam must’ve left the controller on the ground for he was AFK until he was booted from the game for inactivity. The entire group must have met with Duncan and tried to calm him down, for every activity that had been recorded from them had stopped for at least 5 minutes.
After about 5 minutes, Adrian had unmated his microphone and began to tell his friends that ‘one of his buddies were going crazy’ or something along those lines. Adam had joined another lobby and the rest of the group’s activity continues as it did a few moments ago. It wasn’t until 6:28 PM when something strange happened. It was daylights savings so it had just began to grow dark in their area. Apparently Adrian had found a webcam and video chatted with his friends while the rest of the group were either continuing their earlier activities, or doing something productive, but still in the house. At 6:28 PM, the participants in Adrian’s call noticed that they’re was a strange noise in the background. When they asked him what was making it, he had no idea. The noise was described as the sounds of bones crushing and snapping constantly along with a gurgling, high pitched laughter. At first, the sound was distant, but as the seconds passed it became unbearable for the other members in the call, therefore they had booted him. Possibly agitated, Adrian joined back in the call but had his mic muted so that they would not hear the noise. He began to type to them, “i hvae no idea what yall ar talkin bout!” and even though his mic had been muted, the members of the call heard the high pitched laughter blast through their earphones and speakers at the very moment a live Pinkie Pie’s face slowly rose from behind his left shoulder, staring straight at the webcam while Adrian was completely oblivious to what was behind him. The members of the call had been silent not just because there ears were shocked, and the host couldn’t kick him, but the fact that a, “creepy, homicidal looking Pinkamena” was standing right behind him smiling at the people looking at his screen. The next thing to have supposedly happen, was that she wrapped one of her forelegs around his neck to put him in a chokehold. He began to struggle silently for her grip was powerful and with her other hoof she placed it to the opposite side of his cranium for leverage as she snapped his neck. After his body had fell to the floor the Pony stared into the webcam looking at each member of the call in the eyes, by each of their accounts, until he dropped out of the call. The next morning his body was found in the ventilation system with a twisted cervical spine.
The group of friends most likely never witnessed this, or for that fact, even noticed he had gone missing until Ryan had openly asked where Adrian was over a skype call 22 minutes later. A this point, John had logged off from playing Battlefield 3, and most likely went on the search for Adrian. It isn’t completely known what he was doing, but by fingerprints, and other forensic evidence, it is known that he first walked into the kitchen and made a grilled cheese sandwich. After sitting at the table for a few minutes he walked upstairs to find Adrian in his room. He then walked out and went to the upstairs restroom which was locked from the inside at the investigation(it was opened, but that will be explained later) we can only imagine that it was locked at the time because his prints only touched the handle of the door, and nowhere inside. Probably assuming that Adrian was inside there he walked off towards the stairs to go back to his PS3 by the imprints left from his shoes, but at the edge of the staircase, the footstep imprints just stopped. The next morning, his body was found nailed to the 2nd floor ceiling of the bathroom, with nails driving up both his wrists, and 3 nails puncturing his left ankle, and none on his right leg which dangled down, and a nail that, in a diagonal angle, punctured his left eye and traveled through his brain tissue. The nail was not long enough to connect to the ceiling. Probable cause of death, loss of blood and cerebral penetration.
By this time, the group is in an overall panicked state of mind for they had just sent John to go find Adrian only for him to go missing also. After approximately one minute, Brandon had began to yell out loud where the two missing house residents were. This was heard from the PS3 mic by a few other clan members playing Black Ops with him at the time, but just like Adam, he was disconnected due to inactivity. From forensic evidence, it is known that he and Jamison walked together to the upstairs bathroom to find it locked, just as it was for John. They must have figured that one of the two were in there and walked back down the stairs. Then, by hard evidence later found, Brandon had been recorded by a video camera. In the beginning of the video that only I ( I am very sorry for speaking in 1st person in an article, but this video is only known to few. I had saved it right away from its source, but it was deleted soon afterwards. Every time I try to upload it on anything other than my hard drive it gets corrupted. When I try to send the file of it over skype and other means, it cancels sending automatically. Again, I am deeply pained for being so untraditional on an article, but the truth must get out.) and a few others possess, Brandon is shown alone sitting on a couch rocking back and forth as if he was in shock. Ryan is the one filming, most likely because Brandon had told his story beforehand, and they just wanted to capture it on film. His story was, “Sh- she was right there,” he said turning and pointing towards the kitchen door, “We found John in the bathroom, and we were going to grab a snack before finding Adrian, but then sh-sh- she was there.” Still pointing at the doorway, Ryan asked a question.
“Who is… she?” He asked with concern very apparent in his voice. The camera zoomed in on Brandon’s face as he spoke his next few sentences.
“It was… Pin-Pinkie Pie. No… Pinkamena. But her limbs were… angled weirdly, and cracked every time she crawled on all 4’s towards… us.” He managed to get out this much with a very shaky voice, before Ryan aimed the camera back towards the kitchen.
“Hahahaha! You’re pretty good there Brandon. Hahahahaha!” Ryan started bellowing as he usually does when playing Starcraft 2, or other games when his friends can hear him. Brandon had not changed emotion at all, due to the fact that he was being called a liar. “Honestly, where’s Jamison?”
“I already told you. I turned around and he wasn’t there anymore. Then I face forward again, and… that thing started crawling sideways on the wall to me!” He said raising his voice towards the end, clearly frustrated at the fact that people thought he was lying.
“Okay bro. Calm down,” Ryan responded putting a hand on his shoulder, “that’s why I got this. I’m not only going to post it on youtube and let you be the laughing stock of bronies. I’m gonna help you figure out what really happened.”
That when Mux jumped into the frame, “Come on bro, that’s not cool. Lets find Pinkamena and the other Leodons.” He said towards Brandon trying to comfort him even though in his eyes, you can tell he was not being serious whatsoever. And thus, Adam, Mux, Brandon, and Ryan as the filmer walked towards the kitchen. It had looked no different than it had any other day. “Where exactly did she come from?”
Brandon pointed along a long, flat wall from the pantry, to a few feet in front of them, most likely to show how much distance she had crawled. He was jumpy. Very jumpy. Every little bump and crack that was loud enough for the cameras audio to pick up made him cringe and look around. “Lets check the closet okay?” Adam said trying to comfort Brandon also.
“No! She’s probably in there!” He shouted back.
Adam had tried his best to calm Brandon down, first by patting his shoulder, then pulling a chair up for him, but frankly, he showed no signs of actually believing his friend either. Once Brandon was forcibly sitting at the table that was right in front of the pantry, the 3 friends opened it slowly, proving that the ‘Pinkamena’ was gone or had never existed. Ryan was behind the two who were side by side entering the closed dark room. He held the camera above their heads to see the inside. Though none of them believed Brandon, they seemed to be somewhat anxious about walking in and pulling the cord that turned on the light. “I don’t see anything. Adam. Turn on the light.” Ryan commanded. Adam slowly walked into the dark room and just as fast as light itself, he reached up and pulled the cord down to let the bulb shed its brightness within the closet which was empty of any living thing. The three were just a bit calmer after searching the place with light. They had moved the water bottles, the cereal boxes, the canned food, but there was nothing to be found.
“Okay Brandon. Nothings in there,” he said while turning the camera back around to face him. Although Ryan had been expecting Brandon to have a face of relief, all he saw, or at least the camera saw, was a smiling Pinkamena sitting right where Brandon had been sitting only moments ago., “Holy sh*t!!” Ryan screamed out as all the lights in the immediate area had gone off, leaving the room pitch black for only half a second. When the light flickered on again, the chair was completely empty.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What happened?” Adam asked Ryan who was shaking where he stood.
The next thing you know, the camera begins to aim down as he runs away, “Come on. We gotta get out of here!” he screamed hoping they would follow. All that is seen is his feet pacing back and forth until he reaches the front door, in which he lifts up the camera behind him only to see the other two slightly jogging towards him. He turned the camera around as he started to pull on the door only to find that it was locked. “I never locked the door!” He kept pulling, but after pointing the camera closer to the handle, a blackish purple aura was illuminating around it. As soon as it was visible for the camera, he let go of it and turned back around to see the Leodons glaring at him in confusion. “It was her! She’s real! I saw her on the chair!”
“Okay, so did she take Brandon or something?” Mux asked in a somewhat sarcastic tone.
“DUH!” The cameraman replied, “Something’s locking the door, and if we’re dealing with a pony, then I’m pretty sure its magic locking the door.” The other two looked at him with more confusion, for normally they would laugh at such a thing, but as of right now, they have no idea what to think of their predicament.
“Okay then. Lets go upstairs and get Duncan… wait. Didn’t he say that Pinkamena came from his… We need to go get him!” Mux exclaimed as he started to head for the stairs. Once they were at the first step, Ryan pointed his camera up the stairs to make sure nothing was waiting for them up there. All he could see was the fan that had been placed in the 2nd story den room. All 3 had began to climb up the steps as fast as possible, causing the camera to be pointed down as they made their speedy ascension, but as they finally got up there and looked around, they noticed something was off. Very off. They were back on the 1st floor, staring right at the front door again, “What the f*ck!” and a few other curses were released from the trio as Ryan aimed the camera back downstairs to see the floor plan of the 2nd story den room.
“Come on. I swear to God if it changes again…” He said not completing his sentence for he was already charging down the stairs. Once there, it had not changed thankfully, but as soon as one of them went, “Phew.” The lights had been shut off. More curses were shouted in the pitch black air, as Ryan tried his best to find the flashlight button on his camera. “Okay… found it!” He exclaimed letting a weak penumbra light up the immediate area. “Alright guys, I’ll go first, and lets put our right hand on each others shoulder. Kay?” He commanded the two who clearly had frightened facial expressions. They started their slow, eerie walk down the dark hallways, where the light would only shine enough to reveal what was only a few feet away. Once they reached the front of Duncan’s room, which personally felt like hours, (Again, sorry for my personal opinion.) it is shown from the bottom opening of the door, that there was light in there. He tried to open it, even though he probably knew it was in vein for it was unsurprisingly locked. “Duncan. Duncan! You okay in there?” He screamed out towards the thin wooden barrier. Silence.
Time passed slowly as the group stood at his door trying to think of what to do. They were silent, but probably not trying to hide, since there light was still on and they were in the middle of the hallway, but they were silent. Oh so silent. Mux, Adam, and most likely Ryan, had teary eyes. They sat down criss-cross after a few minutes thinking. Thinking about what’s going on. Thinking about how to get out. Thinking about what happened to their other friends. Thinking…
“Oh f*ck yeah…” A familiar, yet perfect voice for the creepy/dark occasion, emitted from behind the door. The three stood up, still silent, and walked quietly towards the door. “Right there… Ahhh yes!” The moans and grunts had escalated quickly as the bed in there was heard moving in a rhythmic pattern. The bed would squeak slowly at first, but as the seconds drew on, it became faster and more forceful, while there friend was releasing sexual moans. Seeing this as way too awkward, Adam and Mux decided to start banging on the door.
“Duncan!! We need you!” they screamed out loud along with other pleas for him to come out. The noises continued, in fact, they grew louder and louder with each passing second to the point that the sounds that were behind the door sounded like it came from subwoofers planted all around the house. The three began to cup their ears, and I even had to take off my headphones at this point of the video. And as the noises became louder and louder, all the lights in the immediate area turned on with great intensity. I had to look away from my screen at this point for my eyes were still accustomed to the dark. But in this case, the lights shone much brighter than normal, which most likely caused the group temporary blindness. Though all 3 were groaning about the light and the noise torturing them, after a few minutes Mux was heard giving off a blood curdling scream. Though the camera was almost pure white, the lens had been sprinkled with red liquid. To any one with even the smallest bit of common sense, it was most likely blood. Duncan’s screams were also intensifying, not by volume, but by pain and agony. From what sounded like pleasure, it soon sounded like he was being tortured in the locked room. Louder and louder, brighter and brighter, scarier and scarier, the video dragged on for about 13 minutes of this… I can’t even find the words to describe watching it, let alone be in it like the two ‘Leodons’. But at 14 minutes, the lights began to visibly dim, as the screams began to sound more like weak crying. A minute later, the lights were almost pitch black again, and the screams were now replaced with gurgling. About 20 seconds after that, it was dead silence in a pitch black screen.
“Adam. Mux.” Ryan whispered from somewhere not near the camera, “You okay?”
Silence. The silence was deafening. Every second nothing was said, was another second of added anxiety for Ryan. “Y-yes.” Adams voice whispered in between soft sobs.
“Thank God. Where are you? Do you have the camera… where’s Mux?”
It took him a while to respond, but he talked eventually, “I don’t know where I’m at… But I think the camera’s right… here.” And with that, the audio was able to pick up him carrying the camera. “Where’s the flashlight?” He whispered.
“The bottom left button. Right next to the directional ones.” Ryan answered from somewhere in the abyss.
“Found it. Should I turn it on?” He asked, most likely because he’s seen enough scary movies to know that when you turn the light on, the monster is right in front of you.
“Yeah. I can’t see sh*t.”
“Okay…” He hesitated, but after a few seconds he pushed the button hard causing the camera to jerk really hard, “Ok… Everything looks normal.” He exclaimed not catching a half second glimpse of a shadow silhouette staring at him from the wall he shined towards. A shadow silhouette that could only be seen going frame by frame. The flashlight shone on Ryan’s body who was walking towards, for him at least, the blinding light. Once close enough, Adam handed him the camera and they stood there planning on their next move.
“Okay. Lets break the windows and get the f*ck out of here. Okay?” He said pointing at Adam who didn’t really look scared anymore. He looked more like he was agitated rather than afraid. They began to jog to the nearest room to most likely hop out the window. From reports, it was most likely Adrian’s room and thank God it had windows. They walked to the window on the right, and still not a surprise, it was locked. And the same dark magical glow was around the lock. Adrian was a Texan, and Texans loved their guns. Ryan ran under the bed and pulled out a Remington 14 gauge hunting shotgun. I am not an expert in fire arms but it was apparent that it could blow the out the windows and any creature that they met. He tossed the camera to Adam who shone the light at the gun so that Ryan could see what he was reloading. He inserted 5 shells in the receiver and cocked it. Rather than be stupid and go search for Pinkamena to go kill her, he deviated from the average horror movie (Sorry if offend you with the humor I’m trying to get out of this dark and disturbing video.) and decided to get out of there. He aimed the shotgun right at the window and waited a few seconds. He looked to his left and right to make sure the coast was clear, most likely out of habit, because Adam was the only living thing around to his knowledge. The seconds were grueling as I anticipated the loud boom. He squeezed slightly, and with a random urge he pulled the trigger full force only fire confetti out of the barrel and make a *squee* noise. He was dumbfounded. He cocked again, and shot yet another spray of confetti. He did so until all the rounds were used up. With face in awe, he ran back to find the ammo box and used a pocket knife he found to cut the shells open. Each one had silver pellets in them. He loaded them. They shot out confetti.
“Lets just hit the window.” Adam suggested.
“Yeah, we could, but I just wanted to have a shotgun because it would help in the long run bro. God d*mnit!” He answered frustratingly. He held the shotgun like a club and slammed at the glass only to make the fire arm shatter in his hands. “OW!” he howled as the once tough, steel shotgun acted as fragile glass and broke into thousands of sharp pieces on he ground. Looking down, Ryan began to cry. Most likely not just because of the pain, but because he knew there was now way out. Adam stood there, most likely mad or enraged at the point they could not escape, or maybe he lost all hope and was just numb on the inside. Its hard to tell since he was holding the camera and didn’t say a word, but once he put a hand on Ryan’s shoulder and pulled him closer, it was apparent that he was now determined to get out of there alive.
“Come on. Lets go kill that mother f*cker.” Adam said grabbing a baseball bat that was also in the room. The two walked defiantly through the hallway until they reached the bathroom. The door was wide open, and the light was lit, as Jamison was standing straight and staring into the mirror. The two stopped in their tracks and looked at Jamison’s side profile. Slowly, he turned his head to face them, but not at a 90 degree angle. He spun his head to the opposite side of them, then faced his back, and then stared at them after going a full 270 degrees. Every inch his head spun the bones in his neck made crackling noises until he stopped and stared dead on at the two. His eyes were black with a dark shade of purple speckling around, while a lighter shade was fuming out like a gas from the corners of each eye. He had a blank expression, but soon grew a smile at the frozen ‘Leodons’. After a few seconds his mouth opened to a disproportional size as he began to bellow in several octaves. The two fled right away as he stayed there laughing in the background. The camera was aiming towards Adam’s feet as he ran down the stairs with Ryan just a few feet ahead.
The two were back down stairs and ran to the computer room hoping to find some shelter. It’s quite funny actually. They had said they were going to fight the monster, but once they found it they had run away. It was most likely because of the ‘Nightmare Shadow’, as I’ve come to the conclusion of calling, possessed their good friend. The laughing had ceased in the background and the two began to walk slowly but anything from calmly. They had reached the opening, it was like a doorway but without a door, to a perpendicular hallway when Ryan turned around to face Adam and the camera.
“Where are we even going? What the f*ck are doing!?” he asked with a somewhat mad expression. Adam couldn’t find the answer and could only stutter, “umm…”. They stood there for a good few seconds, waiting for the other to come up with a solution. The camera was still facing Ryan a few feet away. The light was weak, but in the shadows, a large-ish pink head started slowly emerge from the top left corner of the opening staring right into the camera smiling. Adam must’ve been looking away for it took him a few seconds to realize that she was right behind him. Smiling. In shock, Adam could only slowly raise his hand and point behind Ryan. But by the time Ryan had realized something was behind him, the face hid right behind the wall again and his body tripped over. Adam threw the camera down as to go and save his friend. This is known because the camera was thankfully aiming right at the opening, in which Ryan was being dragged into the dark hallway. The only thing keeping him there was him, with both hands holding both sides of the empty doorway until Adam jumped in and grabbed both of them with his. Adam grasped Ryan’ forearms as tight as possible but he was still being dragged into the dark void of a hallway. They both screamed out in terror and labor as Adam was losing this tug-of-war over Ryan’s body. The struggle was long and intense, and it would have been much longer than the 4 minutes it lasted if it wasn’t for the Nightmare Shadow. The cameras flashlight focused mostly on Adam, and thanks to the light, I could see the same Black and purple entity float its way to Adam. After getting strained for nothing, the Nightmare Shadow grew a whip-ish appendage and slashed Adam’s wrists. He instantly let go of Ryan and fell back screaming in agonizing pain as his friend was successfully dragged into the darkness where the gurgling laughter of Pinkamena and her bones cracking while walking were flooding the sound waves everywhere around the house.
Adam cried loudly on his back for at least 5minutes as he heard Ryan’s horrid screams in the distance. As time passed though, he began to cry less and less, and even got the energy to stand up on his knees and waddle to the camera. He slowly lowered his shaking, bleeding hands to the device and picked it up to give a close up on his face. “I-I don’t know… Just make it stop… please…” Was all he said before setting the camera on one of the computer tables as he sat down on a seat and laid back, closing his eyes. Once he finally relaxed, the mind troubling noises in the background had stopped. And yet again, there was silence. Adam opened his eyes just a little bit as he realized this and smiled. “Thank you… time to go to bed…” he said reaching over to turn the cameras flashlight off. Once he found it, he pressed it and yet again, there was darkness…. At least for a fraction of a second, for as soon as he turned it off, the lights in the house all flashed back on at normal intensity. Normal or not, the sudden light was still blinding and not only he, but I, had to close my eyes and rub them before opening them back up to see all of the ‘Leodons’ hanging by nooses around the computer room. They all formed a semi circle around Adam and were staring at him. All of a sudden, I couldn’t tell if she had been there, or if she popped in, and even when I go back frame by frame the footage is distorted, but Pinkamena was hung herself, but she was smiling and giggling while swinging back and forth on it. The footage distorted again, and a noose appeared in front of Adam right above the coffee table. The ‘Leodons’ kept their stare at Adam not moving one bit, while the pink pony began to talk.
“Come and play with us, Adam! Don’t be a party pooper.” She said staring at the frozen young man. “Your friends miss you.” She said swinging over and grabbing onto Jamison and grabbing his jaw to move it up and down with her own deepened yet still high pitched voice, “Hurry up Sundance! We aint got all night!” She let go of him and started to swing again staring at Adam the whole time, while inevitably giggling. I did notice one thing though after a while. Duncan wasn’t there. But at the moment, the only thing that mattered was that Adam began to silently walk up to the coffee table, Pinkamena staring at him the whole way though with her huge smile. He poked his head through the noose silently and with a swift kick with his leg, the table beneath him was flipped while his body convulsed. Pinkamena started to swing in a frenzy in all directions laughing hard. The laughter started out as cute and innocent, but started to gurgle and become that of several different voices. At this point she was staring right into the camera… at me. I couldn’t help but feel like she was looking right into my eyes while laughing her head off. I stared into the video a bit longer until it slowly began to fade away. The video ended after two and a half hours and finally lost all of its battery life during this ending scene.
The next morning, Brandon was found skinned and quartered as his organs were in the freezer and his skin used to wrap them up like tin foil. Ryan was found with his intestines wrapped around his body, especially around his neck, while being upside down like a bat, due to nails puncturing his feet to the ceiling. Mux had several hundred holes in a variety of sizes dotting across his body, seeming as if he was stabbed through the front and whatever had penetrated him had also came put of the back of his body. It laid in the middle of the hallway right where the two last survivors had sat criss-cross. Jamison’s body was found sitting on the gaming chair in the PS3 room, looking as if he wasn’t injured at all. That is until you cut him open and realize that he has absolutely no internal organs except his muscles and skin along with the skeletal system. Adam was found hanging by a noose in the computer room with slit wrists. Duncan’s body has yet to be found and left no trace of evidence that he was even in his room that night. The shotgun was found in prime condition and the window had been broken shattered.
Many ignorant people believe that Adam was the killer for his death looked quite suicidal, but only those who have dug for the truth know somewhat of what happened. I have spoken with a few other researchers of this crime, and have found out that every one that had this video in their possession had had the same problems of distribution as I. In fact, we are all having trouble finding pieces of evidence over the internet that physically existed not too long ago. It seems as if slowly and slowly all the evidence of the crime has withered away. And it is only a matter of time before its completely gone. This report is to give out the truth before it becomes lost forever. Also, the question at the beginning; What steps would you take to find the love of your life? This story, whether you believe it is true or not, has shown me what man would do for love. From innocent beginnings to a dark and corrupted ending, I have seen that love can go far, much farther than we can possibly imagine. The final question is… Do you believe this is a love story?
