Curse of the Christmas Carol
Holidays are annoying. Everybody knows this to be true but when then the music comes into the picture we all go a little nuts. Some of us more then a little crazy. The whole month of December is flooded with what seems like the same six songs, one of them is Frosty the Snowman, and we all know how that one came about. But the rest of the songs too, are cursed. I believe they are cursed anyways. Every year around this time the rates of suicide are up and nobody seems to know why. Some people blame the long periods of darkness, some people blame the cold. Me. I blame the music.
The curse is that of epic terror, and the worst part is this music is everywhere. There is no escaping it. We are all victims of their forced cheer. Now I will tell you of my curse experience. If you really want to hear it. Most people don't want to, others don't believe me and everyone thinks I am insane and by this point I most likely I am. It always starts just after Thanksgiving. I hear those bells start ringing and my brain starts to twitch with the familiar noises. But resistance is easy enough at first, yes. It always is easy to resist.
I don't know when it starts exactly. Do you know when it starts, if you do. Let me know. Anyways Sometimes I'll be sitting at home minding my own business then the tune from jingle bells will start playing in my head, for no reason at all! Sometimes I can fight it off. Sometimes I have to play the whole song over, and over in my head until I feel like tearing out my eyes with what ever is nearby hoping the pain will be enough to kill the sound. It usually stops just before I convince myself to actually do it. It torments me.
You hear of the suicides. Sure. The normal ones with the pills, and the guns and whatever. But you never hear of the ones that somehow get strangled with their own Christmas tree lights as the tree accidentally falls on them. None of the weird ones ever seem to show up, and they never will. Perfectly fine people just destroying themselves from nowhere in the oddest ways are never blamed on the music. But, if you can call that mindless chanting of forced cheer music then you are a stronger then I am.
The curse is spread throughout the country, you know it. you hear it. You can hear it now. Silver bells anyone? Yeah. The maniac beat will drill itself in to your mind and drive you so insane you'll want to use those one horse open sleds to ride through the streets killing all those mindless groups of singers that think they are doing a public service to random people who have suffered too much. Oh, sorry. I got carried away. But really that's how it is in the world. When something is so annoying you want to skin yourself alive at it's very mention the happy people of the world think its their duty to make you happy with all the madness that is driving you insane and it makes you want to kill them all, then yourself.
What is it that makes these things so terribly annoying. I blame the curse. I blame the curse, don't you. If you listen to these things too long, you'll lose your mind! You'll see things like bells rolling across the ceiling, the faint sound of the infamous silent night, that isn't ever really silent at all. And how about those twelve days of Christmas, twelve days, seriously?! Why not just make it thirty one? Is there a more cursed song then this? Have you ever walked in a winter wonderland before, go ahead. Give it a shot see how it goes for you, see if you last that long. Did you know that most people who kill themselves do so by walking in the sub zero temperatures? Yeah, wonderland. Right.
I don't even understand why it's so force. Oh, excuse me. I have to stop the bleeding. I got the twelve days of Christmas stuck in my head and I can't seem to make it stop. I wish I could, but I can't. Its a mindless crusade through my mind. I am miserable. I thought slicing my skin open with a rusty blade would help, it's too bad I didn't actually have a rusty blade. Just a clean one. It did the same thing.
Of course, right now everybody I know is dead in my house, somebody had the nerve to turn on the Christmas noise and I couldn't let them suffer too, could I. I am not so much of an inhuman monster to make them listen and suffer through this noise. So I killed them all. I should be give n a medal, don't you think. I think so. All that is left is to end it with me, but I cant help but think how many other people are out there who will kill themselves by exposure to the curse. So I decided to liberate my whole block of people! I am a hero. I will not let the curse make anyone else kill themselves. Instead, I save them from their eternal torment by ending their lives the merciful way!
I don't truly remember how many people I actually liberated from the madness of their existence. I could hear all those carols going through their mind, over and over. I could see their madness that was never ending and I had no choice but to save them. Only I truly understand the curse of the fake songs. Don't you hear the devil in them, I do. I can see it effecting you too. You like to listen to those horrid and slimy songs that seep into your mind constantly and there is nothing you can do about it. Day in, day out you have to suffer endlessly. I know how you feel. I am like you. We are the same you and I. But really, you can count on me to save you. Yes, you can. I promise. I will liberate you from the insane curse that lives in the darkness of every person's mind. I can do this, I will do this and I am the only one who can do this. Inf act. You don't know how to do this. Your mind is so corrupted by illusions of morality that you think self termination is the only way to go. Well the curse it confuses you. It tricks you. I know better. I can see through it.
Do you need my help. I know you need my help and I know you want my help because helping people break the curse is what I do best. You will never again be bothered by the madness of the indescribable Christmas carols. They claim peace, but they only speak of destruction, terror, blood and greed..not to mention they lie about everything. Every word is a lie that bleeds into your soul and you know its not true, none of it is. They preach of ghosts and magic and things coming to life and returning! Do you understand the horror of it all now, how can you not see the curse in action. Its forced upon you! The masters of greed use it to drive people to the edge and cause misery wide spread.
The only way I know how to stop the misery is by destroying those infected by the curse the most. Mostly the children are effected the greatest. They believe the curse, can't you tell. Don't you understand how this works? They start as kids and some of them don't even make it to the next stage of their life because they meet their ends at their own hands and everyone around them is stricken with the grief of unimaginable results. I am going to prevent this by killing them first! It makes perfect sense.
I keep almost giving in to the curse. I know it has me. I know it wants me to give in and spread its misery in the best way it knows how, but I refuse to do this, but I don't know how long I can keep this up. I have to keep fighting it, but the closer it gets to Christmas everyday, is one day I can feel my mind slipping into the depths of insanity. I won't allow myself to go there though. The songs are evil, they must be destroyed before they destroy us!
Santa Claus may not be coming to your town, but I am coming to visit very soon and I hope you are well and not infected by the curse. But if you are and depression that feeling of insanity is over taking you, I will save you from the curse of the Christmas Carols.
I am the only one who can.
Holidays are annoying. Everybody knows this to be true but when then the music comes into the picture we all go a little nuts. Some of us more then a little crazy. The whole month of December is flooded with what seems like the same six songs, one of them is Frosty the Snowman, and we all know how that one came about. But the rest of the songs too, are cursed. I believe they are cursed anyways. Every year around this time the rates of suicide are up and nobody seems to know why. Some people blame the long periods of darkness, some people blame the cold. Me. I blame the music.
The curse is that of epic terror, and the worst part is this music is everywhere. There is no escaping it. We are all victims of their forced cheer. Now I will tell you of my curse experience. If you really want to hear it. Most people don't want to, others don't believe me and everyone thinks I am insane and by this point I most likely I am. It always starts just after Thanksgiving. I hear those bells start ringing and my brain starts to twitch with the familiar noises. But resistance is easy enough at first, yes. It always is easy to resist.
I don't know when it starts exactly. Do you know when it starts, if you do. Let me know. Anyways Sometimes I'll be sitting at home minding my own business then the tune from jingle bells will start playing in my head, for no reason at all! Sometimes I can fight it off. Sometimes I have to play the whole song over, and over in my head until I feel like tearing out my eyes with what ever is nearby hoping the pain will be enough to kill the sound. It usually stops just before I convince myself to actually do it. It torments me.
You hear of the suicides. Sure. The normal ones with the pills, and the guns and whatever. But you never hear of the ones that somehow get strangled with their own Christmas tree lights as the tree accidentally falls on them. None of the weird ones ever seem to show up, and they never will. Perfectly fine people just destroying themselves from nowhere in the oddest ways are never blamed on the music. But, if you can call that mindless chanting of forced cheer music then you are a stronger then I am.
The curse is spread throughout the country, you know it. you hear it. You can hear it now. Silver bells anyone? Yeah. The maniac beat will drill itself in to your mind and drive you so insane you'll want to use those one horse open sleds to ride through the streets killing all those mindless groups of singers that think they are doing a public service to random people who have suffered too much. Oh, sorry. I got carried away. But really that's how it is in the world. When something is so annoying you want to skin yourself alive at it's very mention the happy people of the world think its their duty to make you happy with all the madness that is driving you insane and it makes you want to kill them all, then yourself.
What is it that makes these things so terribly annoying. I blame the curse. I blame the curse, don't you. If you listen to these things too long, you'll lose your mind! You'll see things like bells rolling across the ceiling, the faint sound of the infamous silent night, that isn't ever really silent at all. And how about those twelve days of Christmas, twelve days, seriously?! Why not just make it thirty one? Is there a more cursed song then this? Have you ever walked in a winter wonderland before, go ahead. Give it a shot see how it goes for you, see if you last that long. Did you know that most people who kill themselves do so by walking in the sub zero temperatures? Yeah, wonderland. Right.
I don't even understand why it's so force. Oh, excuse me. I have to stop the bleeding. I got the twelve days of Christmas stuck in my head and I can't seem to make it stop. I wish I could, but I can't. Its a mindless crusade through my mind. I am miserable. I thought slicing my skin open with a rusty blade would help, it's too bad I didn't actually have a rusty blade. Just a clean one. It did the same thing.
Of course, right now everybody I know is dead in my house, somebody had the nerve to turn on the Christmas noise and I couldn't let them suffer too, could I. I am not so much of an inhuman monster to make them listen and suffer through this noise. So I killed them all. I should be give n a medal, don't you think. I think so. All that is left is to end it with me, but I cant help but think how many other people are out there who will kill themselves by exposure to the curse. So I decided to liberate my whole block of people! I am a hero. I will not let the curse make anyone else kill themselves. Instead, I save them from their eternal torment by ending their lives the merciful way!
I don't truly remember how many people I actually liberated from the madness of their existence. I could hear all those carols going through their mind, over and over. I could see their madness that was never ending and I had no choice but to save them. Only I truly understand the curse of the fake songs. Don't you hear the devil in them, I do. I can see it effecting you too. You like to listen to those horrid and slimy songs that seep into your mind constantly and there is nothing you can do about it. Day in, day out you have to suffer endlessly. I know how you feel. I am like you. We are the same you and I. But really, you can count on me to save you. Yes, you can. I promise. I will liberate you from the insane curse that lives in the darkness of every person's mind. I can do this, I will do this and I am the only one who can do this. Inf act. You don't know how to do this. Your mind is so corrupted by illusions of morality that you think self termination is the only way to go. Well the curse it confuses you. It tricks you. I know better. I can see through it.
Do you need my help. I know you need my help and I know you want my help because helping people break the curse is what I do best. You will never again be bothered by the madness of the indescribable Christmas carols. They claim peace, but they only speak of destruction, terror, blood and greed..not to mention they lie about everything. Every word is a lie that bleeds into your soul and you know its not true, none of it is. They preach of ghosts and magic and things coming to life and returning! Do you understand the horror of it all now, how can you not see the curse in action. Its forced upon you! The masters of greed use it to drive people to the edge and cause misery wide spread.
The only way I know how to stop the misery is by destroying those infected by the curse the most. Mostly the children are effected the greatest. They believe the curse, can't you tell. Don't you understand how this works? They start as kids and some of them don't even make it to the next stage of their life because they meet their ends at their own hands and everyone around them is stricken with the grief of unimaginable results. I am going to prevent this by killing them first! It makes perfect sense.
I keep almost giving in to the curse. I know it has me. I know it wants me to give in and spread its misery in the best way it knows how, but I refuse to do this, but I don't know how long I can keep this up. I have to keep fighting it, but the closer it gets to Christmas everyday, is one day I can feel my mind slipping into the depths of insanity. I won't allow myself to go there though. The songs are evil, they must be destroyed before they destroy us!
Santa Claus may not be coming to your town, but I am coming to visit very soon and I hope you are well and not infected by the curse. But if you are and depression that feeling of insanity is over taking you, I will save you from the curse of the Christmas Carols.
I am the only one who can.