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Max the cannibal and his phobia, creative story creative story :D [The following is a written version of Max Adams EXACT confession, with accurate punctuation and
Submitted by masood111111 on October 8, 2007
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creative story
:D
[[The following is a written version of Max Adams EXACT confession, with accurate punctuation and precise full stops, commas and etc. in specific places, according to the tape V30072 from state police.
Some areas are claimed to be false. This is all was said from Max before his release, this is confidential and has been disapproved by the court and should be shown to no one.]]
"Phobia? I don't have a phobia. I might be a bit afraid but not phobic about it. I admit I might go a bit crazy sometimes; scream a bit here, hurt someone there, stab people here, eat peoples ear lobes there, but doesn't everybody? They say I have a mental disorder, mental condition or whatever you call it. But they say the fear' I have increases my savageness', as they say.
Maybe something is wrong with me, I do enjoy the company of the family grieving for their loved ones that I supposedly killed and then supposedly hid the body, Ha! What a joke. I especially love the company of the mothers, oh how sweet their tears would taste..
The doctors say that I had this mental condition since I was born but it needed to be triggered some how. Even if they found out I had this condition the same day I was born, them doctors still couldn't say how it would be triggered. I was a good boy. Always acted In the same polite manner but I've always had this fascination about the dead; how they couldn't move, how their skin was pale, how they were cold and many more fascinating things. I used to walk around graveyards after school and by the age of 14 I'd memorized all the graveyards in and around the city like the back of my hand. And talking to a few graveceepers I got my hands on scheduled funerals so I could attend. But it was weird to see everyone sad and to see some kid that nobody knows staring down at the casket, smiling, as if I was happy that the person was dead
but the funny thing...
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