The Store next door- Temurs obsession 1(part 3)

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              You ever loved something that you wish you didn't have to let it go?
              Was that thing unreachable? Or was it within your grasp?
              Would you do anything for it?
              Would you even k-

              That same thought again. Always that thought. I had to shake my head to
              get rid of it. What is it that I am most loved in with?
                                                  That's a secret.
              A week from now, two stores was going to open. Priceless was the name of the
              first store I laid my eyes on. The building was unique. A saint with his head chopped
              and as a replacement, a skull took over his head. The building itself was black, but this
              saint was colorized, even the gush of its blood was too realistic. At first glance, I completely
              ignored the meaning of the saint, but as I passed by and kept getting entranced by it, I 
              ended up finding more peculiarities with this saint. First off, although the body was covered
              by a plain robe, and the head only showed up to the forehead and down, it was thought that
              the saint was male, but in actuality, its a female body. There were shadows and colorization
              that proved this around the chest area. Second off, the skull was male. Although it 
              LOOKED like it was reattach by the neck, it was actually taking control of the body.
              It was oddly peculiar detail, and my occult senses were tingling, so I decided to do some
              research.
                     
              Ah, I forgot about the second store didn't I? Well its called Jeffreys Mattress, it was a simple
              mattress store, everything from copperware to HDTV. I'm going  to be honest, I wasn't 
              interested.

              Despite all my search on the internet related for that saint, I couldn't find anything. The
              web pages that did contain some sort of infos were not properly working, everytime
              I entered, it just magically disappeared. No URL, no anything. I decided instead
              to broaden my search to anything possible and I started with the word priceless.
                   Yeah yeah, laugh all you want. I think looking at the definition changed my
              mind of the store, "So valuable that you wouldn't exchange it for anything" was 
              the gist of it. It was ironic as a store name, from what I saw through the glass door,
              there was countless of items there that seemed to hold some value to the owner
              as he smiled and feather dusted them.
              After that, I searched anything related to optical illusions. True enough it was pointless
              and I didn't find anything at all to what I wanted. At this point my head was getting
              filled with pointless information. . . that is until I got a message on one of my social
              media sites.
                                                       "What value does your life has?"
              . . .hah . . . is this spam? Why did it appear on my inbox? Most of these end up under
              the spam folder. The writer was an odd one as well, it read. . . Daniel Emeri . . . which is
              if I remember correctly, the name of Elizas grandpa, and even has Elizas last name.
             I responded him with all honesty, "None" and 10 seconds later a new response came.
                                                       "Continue searching, and only pain will appear"
                     Was that a threat, I thought? Well either way I am not planning on stopping
                     so I wrote "I won't stop, even if I'm subject to pain worst than purgatory" and
                     after sending it, another message appeared.
                 This one didn't contain any words, just images. Around 40 to be exact.
                 At first I looked through them and didn't find anything peculiar, so I had to type and ask
                 "why did you send me these, I have the best anti-virus. Just letting ya know if you had
                  any ulterior motives."
                  His response was "Wrong answer."
                  So these pictures contain something wrong with them, I had to assume. Honestly
                  already speaking to Elizas supposedly dead grandpa was already giving me the creeps
                  but also inspired my occult self to continue pressing on the matter. If these pictures did 
                  look normal, then there must be something wrong with them if I got the wrong answer.
                  It could be possible they were tampered with, but no matter how much I tried with
                  photoshop, none of the photo editing I did seemed to have fixed anything.
                  Although I told him that there was nothing wrong, all he wrote back was "wrong answer".
                  
                  I believed 3 days later was when I figured out how to find the answer. The time 
                  he talked to me was when I was researching optical illusions, so I had that as a 
                  basis to continue to find the answer. I went to a print shop and I asked if they could
                 print this using paper that was specific to these illusions. Luckily they were in store
                 and I ended up wasting 300 dollars on doing 40 copies.
                    "Give it some time to sink in." The clerk said as he handed them to me.
                         "Alright" I replied. "Can I take them home this instant?"
                     "You could, just maintain them just as they are alright" he said, giving me a stern look.
                  
                   Well I took them back with me and as I entered my home I laid them on the kitchen 
                    and took a bath. As I was drying myself I heard some footsteps downstairs, since the 
                    bath was on the second floor. I carefully dressed myself and slowly went downstairs.
                   The hall near the living room was the kitchen, and as I took a peak on the open frame 
                   that was available, there I saw something resembling a human, but that wasn't.
                                        The dark figure turned and looked my way, and the last thing I saw
                                was that my body was ripped in half in the frame of less than a second.

                            "If these pictures are priceless to you, come and get them back in the place
                             that all this started from"  were the last words I could hear as I was fading
                             consciousness.
                                     My life was well lived I thought but as if someone wanted to make this
                                 all be a dream, I ended up waking up from my kitchen desk with my laptop
                                 on the table. The images that Daniel gave me were deleted, as if Daniel
                                 never existed in the first place. There was a message written in the directory
                                 along with another link. 
                                               It read "We found you, T[]M[]R" and the link seemed to have clicked 
                                  itself.
                              I jumped back from my seat, screaming and wailing as loud as I could.
                              The directory took me to a site with a single large image embedded into 
                               the site. A shadowy figure with no body or origin laid there just behind where
                              I was sitting, his claws was deep in my skull and my eyes were gouging out,
                              The neck was ripped off from my body, showing what I believed to be the neck
                              and spinal bone.  My body had a new head, one which creeped me out the most.
                              It was the female skull from that near Priceless.
                     Just when I was gaining my composure, the image started playing on its own. The figure
                     took my head and. . . put it on his lifeless body, moving and ripping out what few skin
                     I had. My ears were torn and he kept clawing my cheeks and widening my nose as he 
                     tried to put on my head as if it were a helmet. The skeletal head and my body started
                     to move and my intestines were being ripped out, a screaming high pitch female voice
                     pierced my ears, and as if each syllable was dragged, the word "Unneeded, give me 
                     what I need" echoed through my head and made me go back to my knees, trying to 
                    cover my ears but the sound felt like it was coming from inside my head. As this
                    wasn't enough, the shadowy figure finally managed to attack my head to his body
                    and was laughing, "HAHAHAHAHAHA, I [][][][] T [][][]R, I [][][][] FOUND Y[]U."
                      I wanted all this to stop
                             Stop
                             STop
                             STOp
                             STOP!!!!! JUST FUCKING STOP ALREADY!!!!
                    The words screamed from my mouth seemed to have echoed for a long time throughout
                     the house. The figures stopped for a second, acting as if they were surprise. Then 
                    they both gave an eerie laugh for a few minutes, and suddenly. . . it all stopped.

                    As I stoop up in relief slowly, the figure using my head twisted his head and in a flash
                    he expanded from my screen and covered the whole room with his darkness, and he opened
                    those lifeless eyes and mouth near me and screeched as he tried taking a bite out of me.
                      I was terrified. I even more than pissed myself, I completed shitted myself and it was 
                     even a miracle I did not faint, maybe that's how it wanted it to be.
                   He quickly disappeared in another flash and both the link and the message were 
                   nowhere to be found. I didn't want to be relieved anymore. 
                   I just stayed there. Motionless. 
                                             And then another message appeared.
               
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