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**Contains multiple grammatical errors! I write these for fun so I don't really stress proper punctuation and grammar too much. If that kinda thing bothers you then I'm sorry but there are tons of other Journals on this site!! :D**



It was just after midnight on September 16th, 1968 and I was walking home from the gas station down the road from my house with two candy bars and a soda in hand. I had been drinking Whiskey quite heavily about a half hour earlier with the Austin brothers behind their house. Needless to say I was still very intoxicated. As I walked down the side of the unlit road I noticed three men following not very far behind me. Eventually, one of the men yelled and motioned for me to come towards them saying that his son was very ill and that they had been lost and wandering the back roads for quite some time. Against my better judgment I reluctantly turned around and stumbled towards the men trying to regain my composure as I neared them. When I met up with them they seemed very kind and talkative but I had a massive stomachache and wanted nothing more than to just get home and lay down. When I gave them the directions they asked for and tried to excuse myself all of the men grabbed and overpowered me. They drug me off into the woods by the road and laid me in a small clearing on my stomach with my arms and legs spread out. One of the men (Who I would later come to know as Warren) laid on top of me and lifted my head as I struggled to get free. After my struggling subsided and turned to sobbing and begging for my life he then began whispering to me about how I was chosen for something very special. Warren explained that I had two choices, either join him and his children and live forever, or die, right there in the woods that night. Me being nothing more than a terror-stricken teenager who had a paralyzing fear brought on by the thought of dying... I chose eternal life. When I had made my choice Warren twisted my head and bit my neck. I could feel his teeth sinking into my flesh for what felt like days, and the feeling of warm blood running down and around to the front of my neck was sickening. Even though I didn't know it then, that was the last time that I'd ever find anything about blood disgusting again... When he was finally done he flipped my nearly lifeless body over so that I was lying on my back. At this point I was terribly weak and slipping in and out of consciousness. He then sat on the ground next to me, gently lifting my head and resting it on his lap with an odd amount of care for a man who just tore into me and began to feed me a large amount of his own blood from a self-inflicted wound on his forearm. I remember him talking whilst he was preforming the act... I'm not sure what he was saying, or if it was even directed at myself or the other two who were present... All I know is I couldn't focus on anything else in that moment if I had tried. His blood consumed me completely, the taste, the feeling, the peace I experienced in that moment could have drown out a symphony playing directly in my ear. Once Warren was done feeding me he stood up, and him, and his two other children who were present, watched as I turned. I remember the remainder of the blood slowly slipping down my throat gave me a dwindling sense of euphoria, but it didn't last long at all... When the blood finally reached my stomach I began to have intense hallucinations of people close to me such as my Mother, Father, and best friend Dean. After about what I can only guess was fifteen minutes, the hallucinations ceased, and I began to feel a series of sharp pains in my heart and stomach. It didn't take long for this pain to grow so intense that I began to thrash about wildly for a short time until I slipped into unconsciousness.

-Olan B