2 years. That's how long I've been a long distance relationship with Tom. His full name is Tom Sanders. He's my world. Every single night before we slept he wrote me a long text message on why and how much he loves me. I would wake up again to more beautiful messages by him.

I met Tom on a site called Omegle. I was bored one night and decided to video chat with people in the, "Pikachu" interest. I loved Pikachu. He was the fifth person I had talked to on there. He wore a Pikachu shirt that night which caught my attention. Or maybe it was his blue eyes that attracted me. They were so blue! Anyways, we talked for hours and I got his Skype that day. We fell asleep together after talking for hours. We clicked. I felt so much trust for him. He was my everything after that day. Our relationship happened fast but we clicked and that's something I've never had with anyone...

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2015. March 3rd
Tom was coming to visit me to today. After two years he can finally see me. He lived in a place called, Czech. Some place in Europe. I lived in America.

Tom's flight should be here in 20 minutes. I was here at the airport with my oldest sister, Abigail, as we waited for him. After 35 minutes of waiting...I finally saw him.

I ran into him for a hug, he was so much better looking off screen. We hugged for half an hour. We talked and ate something from Subway as we waited for his luggage. Talking to him in person was amazing. My heart went off like a million fireworks at once. I couldn't stop staring at his beautiful blue eyes. They were magnets! Constantly pulling me more and more into him. Each second I fell in love with him all over again. These next few weeks were going to be absolutely blissful...

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First night with Tom was amazing, however, he had this strange bathroom problem. He would get up to use the bathroom every 30 minutes. I don't think that was normal. He told me for him it was normal. After cuddling, snuggling, and making out...etc we went to bed around 2am.

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Second night, I walk into the bathroom to see Tom reading a book. I thought it was okay...until I found out that's the reason he kept going to the bathroom. He didn't have to shit or pee, he was reading!

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Third night. Tom doesn't stop talking about death and afterlife. I'm freaked out. He talks about that damn book. About how we owe our lives to something called, the long face. Silly right? He says we must obey his orders. This was too much shit for me and I asked him to never talk about it again...

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Forth night.

This is...so hard for me to talk about. I woke up to him standing over me with a knife. He started to cry like a baby. I couldn't see him well but I heard his whimpers. I felt liquid from the knife dripping onto my forehead. That's when I felt the pain in my stomach. He had stabbed me. It was covered, but I felt the cold blood running down the bandage now.

"I didn't want this." He said. His words were long and filled with sadness.

Tom got up to turn on the lights, and when he did...my God. When he turned on the lights the bodies of my parents and sister hung upside down on the wall. Big lumps of hot glue and nails and knives held them into ceiling. How did he manage to do this while I was asleep.
Their eyes were ripped out. Their tongues were glued until it hardened and stuck out their mouths. Their heads were purple and swollen. It was horrible.

"What did you do!" I screamed.

He looked at me. His lips pressed so tight together his eyes bulged. Tom looks behind him and let out a gasping sound.

"The long face..." He says.

Tom looks at me and smiles. He starts walking closer to me and I'm too scared to move. His arms reach for me, pulling me in for a hug. Behind him I see something. A quick flash of light.

Tom raises the knife above me. He then plunged it into his neck. The blood pours down his neck and he starts to gurgle rapidly. I try to get my mind to together enough to get the hell out of there.

I quickly called the cops.

***
My parents death was a tragic. Tom's death was...I can't even say. My heart is so broken.

I had to stay with my aunt in a different state. After being with her for four months I got a package in the mail. The package was from...Tom Sanders.

Weird. How?

I opened it. It was the book. The book he read when he was with me. The Long Face.
I read the God damn book. Maybe I could see what he was thinking when he murdered my parents.
As I read this book. I felt a strange pull towards it. I comprehended everything in it. Oh my God the book was so addictive. When I got to the end it strangely said, keep reading.

There was no more to read. Whenever I didn't read the book for ten minutes, I felt a pull towards it again. I found myself reading it over and over and over again. Whenever I left it home to go out, I started seeing things. Weird things. Long ovals that resembled that of eyes, then underneath it was an oval shape. Almost like a mouth.

It was like... A long face. The only time it would go away if I read the book. Once I didn't read the book for an hour and everything I looked at, rather it was a car, computer, or tree; everything had a long face!

I was addictive. I read the book maybe 170 times. I was tired. I couldn't sleep. I was loosing my mind.

One night I slept at my friend's house. The book was at my aunt's which was an hour away from where I was.
The long face was everywhere. Looking more and more sinister. The ovals no longer were just ovals they turned into real eyes. The oval mouth turned into a real mouth. A mouth with many sharp teeth and moths for a tongue.

It came to me in my sleep with now a body. A body made of hands, feet, animal skins, insects, and teeth.

The strange creature stood over me and whispered to me, "read."

I told it, I couldn't.

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I got arrested for murdering my best friend, her grandma, and father. I don't remember why I did it exactly. I didn't have the intention go do it. However, when I got to jail, there was a book waiting for me in my cell. I broke the glass mirror and slit my throat with a huge piece of glass.

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Even the death of myself couldn't end this. Make sure you never read a book called...The Long Face.