The Second Victim

Page 1

January 16th, 2019

Hello my dear sir. Congratulations. Soon the man who delivered this book to you will die. I should start off with an introduction, but I will refrain for today. Check back tomorrow and I shall tell you more about me. I have a secret I must tell you. Drakehills Hollow. It’s a prison. It also does exist, but not in your reality. It was a mistake that was built over 800 years ago. This is where I reside. I shall now tell you that you have fourteen days to live. Spend them wisely.

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January 17th, 2019

Oh I’m sure you are curious about me. My name is Eliot Riddle. I am eight years old in accordance to your world’s time. I also know about the sexual abuse you have inflicted upon Miss Walker. Such a sweet young thing isn’t she? Oh, don’t bother turning yourself in. I can’t tell anyone. My only form of communication is this book. However, it does need to be fed so you won’t die prematurely. You may have noticed the wonderful red stain on the cover of this book, it’s its previous handlers blood.

My book has to live on. If you don’t feed it, it will feed itself. and believe me sir, Mortimor is not gentle. You shall take good care of this book, any attempt to destroy it will shorten you a day. You cannot destroy Mortimor. You now have thirteen days left to live. In those thirteen days you must find a new handler for my book. If you don’t you will spend the rest of eternity in Drakehills Hollow. There you will get your own book that you must have passed on. I’m sure one sacrifice in order to save many and your dear soul is worth it. Is it not?

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January 18th, 2019

I see you attempted to rip the pages out of my dear Mortimor, and as a result your hand has fallen victim to rapidly growing and spontaneous gangrene. Oh dear me. Don’t you know not to damage other people’s possessions. You have eleven days left.

I’m sure by now you have realized that you must hand off the book. It’s bad news carrying such a thing around. Do you remember that drunk driver who killed your brother? Did you know that he is out on parole? Why, yes. Yes he is.

His address will appear to you in a dream tonight. Pass this book onto him within your last eleven days and my your soul be saved!

I shall also delightfully inform you that it has been one week since Mortimor landed in his first handler’s possession. Oh Poor Mr. Watson! He was a good man!

And you are not.

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January 19th, 2019

My, my, my. You’re much ballsier than I expected you to be my evil sir! You attempted to stab my precious pet, Mortimor! Why, you hurt his feelings! If this goes ten hours with no apology you will die immediately! Better hurry up and deliver my book!