My obsescost me my life

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I am a lonely and weird individual, who doesn’t have many friends. I was 19 at the time of this story and am still a raging lesbian.

I was on the Internet, doing whatever one day, when I got an ad for tinder. Being the stupidly depressed girl that I was, I thought to myself “Oh well, what could go wrong?” And clicked on the ad. I was bullied for being a bit of a weird anime-art freak. I saw a girl called Angelica, who looked pretty and shared some of my interests. I clicked on the little heart symbol and started messaging eachother. I knew that if I was immediately like “Oh hey we have things in common, let’s go out!” She would get creeped out, but, to my pleasant surprise, she asked where I lived and if we could go out. I said yes and we arranged a time and place.

The next day, we went to a little café down town. We hit it off and started blabbing about whatever. I was having a great time. I found out that she had a good interest in serial killers. It wasn’t just a normal interest though, she would talk about how amazing and cool they were. I was fine with this though, as I myself had some strange quirks. After dinner we both went to my place for coffee, chatting, anime.

This went on for another five weeks, out relationship slowly moving forward, until one night Angelica invited me to a party with a few of her friends. I was slightly uncomfortable with being around people I didn’t know, so I brought a friend with me.

I was having a great time, dancing, drinking with Angelica. I was kinda drunk, but not completely out of my head.

After a long while, we went back to my place. I’ll leave you with only this information:

  1. She was definitely the more dominant in the relationship.
  2. She was loving and nothing was off about anything.
  3. Her teeth were sharp.

I woke up the next day, a note on my bedside table and an aching head. I read the note, which I still have to this day and it read:

“I quite enjoyed last night. We should do it again.


I chuckled, got up and took a shower. I started washing my back when my fingers hit my colllarbone. A sudden sting rang through my skin. I was more curious than worried. After my shower, I took a look at it in the mirror.

I saw a wound. A deep red bitemark, seemingly made by an animal. I thought back to the previous night. I was shocked, but nothing more. I got dressed, and dabbed a bit of disinfectant on the wound. It stung, filling the tiny craters in my shoulder. I won’t say that I did not enjoy our time together. In fact, I can say that I miss her still.

A month into this endeavour, I received a text from a man who apparently didn’t want me to be with Angelica. I’ll call him Chris. Chris said that she was dangerous. I showed my girlfriend and she told me that he was a Jelous ex.

A year later and I had been receiving texts almost every day. I always showed Angelica and she would grow angrier each time.

One night, I woke up to a shadow of a person blocking the light of the hallway. I opened my eyes and told Angelica to get back on bed with me. It was met with silence. I tried again. The reply I got was bone chilling.

“Oh, so now you want me?” She said.

I was confused as I saw tears streaming down her face.

I’m sorry. I-I have to save you. Save usThat bastard is trying to steal you from me! I-I’ll save us both. We can be together forever! . . . All it takes is death . . . ”

. . .

. . .


Those were the last words I ever heard.


She went to hell.





I went to nothingness.


I miss her.


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