I just found this messed up mail in my postbox, and I haven’t slept at all since I read it. The stuff written in there is so confusing and honestly, pretty damn scary. I thought maybe you guys could help me figure out what the hell is going on. I’m not even sure if this is the right place to post it, but I gotta do something, right? I’m seriously considering whether I should contact the police over this.
So anyway, here’s the deal: I got this mail from a guy I barely even know. Sure, we’ve played some Call of Duty together occasionally, but he’s more of an acquaintance than a friend. He’s known among my circle, but honestly, no one is really close to him. He’s kinda… odd. Like, I think he’s maybe on the spectrum or something - autistic or schizoid, I’m not sure. He’s just uncomfortable to be around, y’know? Doesn’t talk much, keeps to himself a lot. That’s why I was so surprised to find this mail from him. Anyway, I’ll attach the mail below. Let me know what you guys think.
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So, I bolted back home, popped some antipsychotics to chill out. Had a little drink, smoked some weed - just the usual. Then I thought I’d get lost in some Call of Duty. The game was working fine, even the multiplayer. But there was no chat, no voices. Just weird mumbling and some freaky symbols instead of words. It was as if every single person had just vanished, and language had gone MIA too.
And now, I’m starting to remember. You’re not here, but I know we did something that night. We were in this together, you and me. I can’t remember it all, not clearly, because of all the crap I was on. But now, when I think about that resistance, I remember that it was always there. Before humanity vanished, you were there. You tried to help me. But now you’re gone. Where are you? Come back. You have to come back.
I mean, I was pretty messed up, so I thought, why not? It’s gotta be better than therapy. I’d dropped out of therapy, it just wasn’t doing it for me. It was adding more resistance to my life and I didn’t want that. So, I figured I’d give this ritual a shot. It was about creating a tulpa, which is supposed to be like a copy of yourself from another dimension or something. I didn’t really get it, it was all so much mumbo jumbo, but the gist was that you could summon these tulpas by believing in them, and through some quantum particle whatever, it would open a rift to another dimension.
I don’t know how it worked, but I followed the steps. It was all really weird stuff, like buying certain items from various stores, and then standing in front of a mirror in your bathroom at 3 a.m. You had to light a candle, turn off all the lights and all the electronics in the house, and then say some incantations while visualizing the tulpa.
And it worked. I saw it crawl out of the mirror. The mirror shattered, and it was bleeding from its eyes. It was you, a monster from another dimension, a Lovecraftian horror, a leviathan. You were my creation, and I named you Levy.
Since then, we’ve been together. And eventually, you granted my wish. But now you’re gone. You fulfilled my wish, but that made you disappear. And now I’m alone. I’m alone. What do I do now?
Everywhere I look there’s resistance. I even stopped playing video games, I can see the resistance in the chats, I hear it in the voice calls. Even though it’s just mumbling, it’s nonsense, it’s still language. Even though it’s obfuscated, it’s there. Just the fact that it’s there… the resistance is there. I can’t fucking stand it.
I’ve been taking antipsychotics and other stuff, I’m trying to escape, but I don’t think I can take this for much longer.
I’m nothing. I’m not human anymore. I’ve always wanted to leave society but what is a society but an individual? What am I? I am nothing. The eyes are all dead but at the same time they’re still there. Levy, you granted my wish. I wanted nothing more than to erase humanity, and you gave that to me. But I also left humanity behind because I just couldn’t stand it anymore. The panic, the fear, the judgment, the pain, the betrayal… It was too much. I had to leave it all behind. But I’m wondering, did I actually leave anything behind?
Now I’m going to keep writing this manifesto just to piss people off. To tell a kind of truth that I think is valid. It will make me feel more and more like a writer, an important writer. And I really think I am one. I mean it. I don’t doubt it for a second. Damn it, stop laughing at me, stop judging me, stop all this resistance.
Today, I had an encounter. I went outside again. I wanted to go grocery shopping, but the panic fucking stopped me. I bolted outside, and on my way back home in an alleyway, I ran into another one of those resistances. This time, though, I had brought my knife with me. I fought it off, I stabbed it once, and the knife actually sunk into the invisible barrier. I stabbed it twice, thrice… I stabbed it over and over and over again. I lost count. Even when the resistance fell to the floor, I knelt down and kept stabbing. I killed the resistance, erased the resistance, cleansed the resistance. Then, I ran home. My knife was full of blood, my hands were covered in it. I didn’t even think that the resistance could bleed. How could something invisible bleed? But for a moment, I felt… finally quiet. Finally, finally, finally. Salvation.
Hate, let me tell you how much I’ve come to hate humanity since I was a kid. There are 86 billion neurons in my head, connected by myriads of synapses in the human brain that fill my cranium. If the word HATE was engraved on each nanometer of those billions of neurons, it would not equal one one billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you, hate. Hate.
I am a great writer. Levy, what do you think? How do you like my writing? Isn’t it poetic? I’m so poetic. I’m so smart and original, right? Am I? Am I? Am I? But humans couldn’t possibly understand that. I am, I am an advanced creature. I have seen the truth, and the others, they’re just fucking idiotic, aren’t they? Aren’t they, Levy? We’re the only ones who know the truth, we’re the only ones who know.
And now, now I’m so glad, you know. I’m so glad I bought those weapons. I bought even more weapons, even fully automatic weapons off the dark web. And I even have the materials to build bombs, and I know how to do it, and I will do it.
I am going to end it all. Cleanse the world of the resistance. I am preparing, and tomorrow, I will start with the grand cleansing. To bring the world back into its natural state. We will do this together, Levy. Once more, you will come out of the mirror, and then we will work together to end the resistance.
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Okay, so that’s the entire thing. Obviously, this guy is having some sort of psychotic break. I have no idea what the heck is going on. Obviously, there wasn’t some large-scale disappearance unless I missed something? I don’t know, he seems very disturbed. And what’s that stuff about weapons and such? I genuinely feel very concerned. Should I call the police or, you know, what should I do? Anyway, thanks for any responses, guys. Take care.