8 Afterword

Ah I died— Let's get serious now. I very well know that you already knew that the August 13 wasn't written by the kid. The handwriting greatly changed, didn't it? Just from that, you could already tell. Also, the way I described the events was different from how the kid writes. I may not have been a hundred percent accurate in telling the story, but that's just because I had only been assuming what the kid was thinking based on what he looked liked; based on his movements and expressions. Kid's thoughts are predictable, so I thought I aced it with this one.

Moreover, his previous prompts helped me understand his thought process. Actually, just stop and try to think of this logically. Would the kid be able to write any of those? No. After all, he's dead. He was eaten. There's no going back from that, I reckon. Anyways, I'll say it one last time: It wasn't the kid who wrote the August 13 prompt; somebody else did. Me. I hope that's clear.

So, how was it? How was the story? As a writer, I hope the reader loved it. I'm actually thrilled to make horror stories, especially like this one— ones based on real life events. You see, I haven't done more than fifty. This is my forty ninth, if I'm correct. It'd make me happy to have my fiftieth story as soon as possible and I actually want to write it now, so uh, press it.