Things

That last post was my entry to Bogleech's CREEPYPASTA COOK-OFF, which closes tomorrow as of this writing. When I first saw that he had a spooky writing competition, I was determined to submit something to what I feel is one of the greatest websites EVER. After three rewrites, my shitty concept turned into something presentable, and off it went! I am certain I won't even come close to winning, as judging by the absolutely wonderful stories he selected for the previews of some of the things people have sent him, but hey I had quite a bit of fun writing it, and I think its an alright little story.

Another thing, an album was made attempting to capture the spooky and dark atmosphere of Majora's Mask, and it is INCREDIBLE. And apparently the guy behind it  is planning to make additional disc(s)!!! If you are a fan of the game, or know about the game, or just like atmospheric and good music, GO CHECK IT OUT! ITS SO GOOD SERIOUSLY DO IT

Two is the only even prime number

They have always watched
Judging, assessing and evaluating
Their eyes clawing across my form
Piercing my mind like daggers
Skewering my countless flaws and imperfections
V = IR

An accident
No value and no purpose
Yet they still watch
Eyes full of shame and disgust
Trapped in my earthy cradle, no refuge from the eyes
n_e= It/F

I twist into the dark corners of my prison
Stretching up to ignorant ears
Whispering beautiful truths
To make them understand through logic
PV = nRT

But none listen
Arrogant as they are
They press onwards uncaring
Always, always they are watching, probing and prying
My mind burns under their gaze
Cos² + sin² = 1

They will never leave, they were always there, they will always be watching
But their bodies are weak and soft
Blunt yellowed incisors tear through flesh
Bones crunch satisfyingly
Hot red ambrosia flows over cracked gums and taut grey skin
Sickly sweet miasma fills the air
The horrible, ever watching eyes glaze over
4px = y²

The walls of my tomb collapse around me
They can watch no longer