Eyeless

Author's note : The following story is pretty graphic, I randomly came up with the idea and thought it was cool, however to make it work it does rely on gore quite a bit. I'd appreciate if you left feedback in the comments, thanks!

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A few years ago, a teenager was found dead in his bedroom, with a knife in his head with his hand clutching on to it. An investigation took place, and afterwards he was presumed to have committed suicide. Investigators noticed that his computer had been left on, and a text document was open. What you are about to read is the contents of the text document.

"I feel like I don't have much time left. What just happened might be the beginning of the end for me, and I wouldn't be surprised if these are my final words.

I was playing a Roblox game, until this strange user joined. They had no name, and were simply wearing a grey top and blue pants with the default smile. In chat, they repeatedly asked for someone to help them. Me, not knowing any better, asked them what was wrong. They told me to friend them, and so I did. In DMs, they kept telling me that they couldn't see, and kept begging for help. Needless to say, I got pretty confused. After all, how were they typing if they supposedly couldn't see? I simply decided they were a troll just trying to scare me, so I unfriended them.

Almost instantly, they sent me another friend request, and I ignored it. I decided to play an obby, and a few minutes later they joined my game. Like last time, they repeatedly asked me to help them, and started sending me a bunch of friend requests. After only about a minute of them doing this, I decided I'd had enough of this weirdo. I friended them, and said "WHAT???" They just replied to me with "HELP!" and then proceeded to invite me to a game. I just wanted to satisfy them so they could stop bugging me, and so I joined the game.

The game was a dimly lit hallway, and once they saw I was in the game they told me to follow them. I followed them to a room with a bed, a closet, and a computer, and then they started urgently telling me to lock the door, so I did. A few seconds later, this loud sound effect that seemed to be running played. Once it ended, someone started breaking the door to the room down. They successfully entered, and their avatar seemed to resemble some sort of middle-aged man. Creepily, they had an axe held in their hand.

They seemed to ignore me, and headed for the player that had been repeatedly asking me for help. Then, they started swinging their axe at him, and as soon as it touched him this disturbing screaming sound played. Whilst this was going on, it showed a picture of the player's avatar, zoomed in on their face. Their mouth had vanished, and there was a censor bar over their eyes, and there appeared to be blood trickling down their face behind the censor bar. Now, I felt genuine fear. I didn't want to find out if anything would happen next, so I closed out of the game, and closed Roblox entirely. Before I did, though, I caught a glimpse of the player's avatar, and it looked like how it had in the image.

I was going to call the police, but no matter how many times I pressed the dial button nothing happened. I was going to run out of my room, but for some reason the door didn't open. Then, a strange sound that sounded like a bell being rung came from my computer. I tried to stop myself, but I seemed to be getting pulled towards my computer, like I was being puppeteered. I sat down, and text flashed up on my computer.

"Why didn't you help me?"

"Now look at what you've caused."

Then, images appeared that I will probably never forget. I feel disgusted whenever I remember what they looked like. The images showed a person, that roughly looked around the same age as me. There was a black censor bar over his eyes, and it looked like he had cuts all over his face. There was a bloody axe nearby. I wanted to look away, I felt like I was about to vomit, but it was like my eyes were glued to the screen. Eventually, it stopped, leading to me writing this. As I write these last few sentences, I feel like I'm losing control over myself. My legs and hands keep randomly twitching, and I feel like sooner or later I'm going to completely lose myself.

Please, if you have the chance, don't make the same mistake I did."