The life, of a gamer

As I sit here, typing these stories. Typing these words you’re reading, I’m being watched. No, don’t look behind you..he’s watching you too. since when? the moment you started reading, He doesn’t want to hurt us..just, don’t turn around. And we’ll be fine. well. You’ll be fine. by the time we get to the end of this story, its very unlikely I’ll still be alive, but, you, at least you’ll be alive to read the story of “him”. So. Here we go...remember..don’t look back..


 Small boy, playing with his red toy truck outside a oldstyle farm house, “Vroom Vroom” the boy giggled, “Tommy, come inside, its about to storm” The mother called for her son. He whined in protest “butt moommm, Its sunny out..” She gave him a look, he understood. quickly running inside with his toy. Mother locking the door behind him “Just play with your games and be a good boy” The mother said condescendingly to the son. all he did was nod, starting up his game and loading a game up. Super mario for the n64. oh he had so much fun with the game, his father got it for him. He’d play it for days, sometimes his father would play with him, but mother never payed to much attention to his “imagination”. He swore father was there, right next to him, in his green suit, with all those shiny badges, playing with him, Daddy would always pick luigi. For some reason, mommy would get upset when the boy would tell her things, that daddy told him to. One day mommy was on the bed, drinking her smelly juice. daddy told him to tell her, that he loved her very very much, and that he was always with her. but when he told her, She got upset. and started yelling at the boy..she would get upset and angry, and hit the boy, and tell him that daddy was gone..but..but daddy was right here...why couldn’t she..Sometimes mommy would bring over some of her special friends. They were nice to the boy for the most part. They’d bring him toys and fries from the diner down the road. but..mommy’s special friends would make daddy cry...Mommy started getting meaner..she told the boy if he didn’t stop the nonsense about daddy. she’d hurt him...the boy stayed quiet and nodded. daddy telling the boy that he’d be back..and vanished..for the next couple of years hte boy cried, and held the game console close to him at night. It was the last thing he had of daddy’s. one day, when the boy was a young adult ((15-16)) his daddy came back. proud of his son, his son had got nothing but A’s at school. he’d take consoles apart and fix them for money, and build cool little machines, later that day, the boy was in the kitchen talking to his daddy. Mother heard, walked downstairs, she had been drinking her special juice again. she stumbled and glared at her son. “who are you talking to?..” she said with a strict angry voice. the boy was afraid. he mumbled “d-dad..” she grabbed him by his jaw “Speak up!” he started shaking “d-dad” he spoke loud enough for her to hear. she gripped his jaw tighter “What did i tell you about that non-sense?! huh?!” she pushed his jaw forward, making him hit his head on the table “i-i’m sorry mom..” the father frowned, telling the boy what he had to do, but he didn’t want to. he didn’t want to hurt momma. she was all he had left..the father held the boys hand, with a re-asuring smile, telling him “you wont be alone. dad will always be here. right by your side son.” the boy teared up alittle, clenching his fist, swinging. hitting his mom in the eye “?!” she was stunned he hit her. she grabbed the nearest thing. picking up a knife. going to stab her son, “m-momma i’m sorry, p-please i-i wont do it again!” she charged at him. BANG...she fell to the ground..dead..father had shot her. the boy hid the body in the bedroom, putting her back on the bed, tucking her in. and locking the front door. He continued to live his life like normal, well, as normal as he could. then one day...the sherif came, saying that He wanted to give his mother something. the boy told sherif he’d have to come back some other time, but, apparently the boy had been acting funny, so the sheriff said he’d visit tomorrow, no questions asked. and would not take no as an answer. Father frowned, saying that the boy would be in big trouble for shooting his mother, the boy teared up after the sheriff left. saying he didn’t do it, but the dad insisted that it was the boys fault. he told the boy, he had only one option left..the father held the boys hand, and walked him upstairs. Humming the super mario opening theme music. “d-dad..” the boy mumbled as they walked up the steps “yes son?” the boy teared up more, crying “i-i love you daddy..i-i’m so sorry..” the dad nodded “I love you too son, but you have to take your punishment” they walked to the sons room. grabbing the N64 controller, and a chair



April 26, 1999, 7:30 am, In the Jamely household, We found a mother, 37 years old. shot and dead in the master bedroom, body looks like its been left there for around 3-4 years, in the other room, we found a 15 year old boy, hung from the ceiling by a cord, connected to a game console controller. a note on his body, the note said. “i cheated..and daddy hates cheaters”





Well...that was the story...did you follow the rule?..good..i knew you would, He hates cheaters..well, my job is done...goodbye…*in blood, at the bottom of the page is written, “ChEaTeR” the R is written backwards. like a 7 year old would.*