text: "I suppose, well. Where should I begin?" Jeoffery asked. &#x200B; "From when this all began," &#x200B; "From what all began?" &#x200B; "This whole thing." &#x200B; "Well, if you really want me to go back that far. I suppose it all began a dark and foreboding night, when I was a child. The walls seemed almost illuminate in their extreme lack of lighting. A man, a warming man from across the hall called me saying on how he would love for me, a young child, to take part in some gruesome detail. I, despite my tiredness & reluctance, obliged & as I heard the tapping of what he perceived as his greatest work yet. It seemed almost hypnotic in the way it repeated. I can faintly remember how it hooked me, although everything else seemed to warn of some great tragedy, I drew closer & closer whilst the man drew his hand to greet me. With such a scene I tried, with all my might to resist but his hand snatched, and pulled me onto his lap. And that is when, I was hooked against my will. The tapping persisted, and with such an awfully tempting noise I knew ,that in the deepest of my hearts. Without any contempt. That this would be my calling. This calling would not be voluntary. But, would be instead of that seductive tapping. That special tapping only achieved by what my father did oh-so many years ago. So you see, why I am so demonic in this way. For satan has given me such an awful curse of the pure boiler room of hell. Many years from then to this day I have been unable to shake off that tapping. God have mercy on my sons, for I have felt such a hex on my family and nothing, except a smite from god himself can save us..." &#x200B; "Oh for fuck sake, just try to talk like a normal person." The Redditor replied with vigour &#x200B; "But that is my problem, I can't stop writing horror stuff," &#x200B; "Well if you keep on talking & writing in such a way you need to be ATLEAST good at it." &#x200B; "What do you mean." &#x200B; "Well such as, you could have said something a little less bloated, you literally said for that last paragraph just a few words really which were 'I cannot stop typing in horror and my children might do it too.' and that is it! God don't have mercy on your hex, have mercy on people listening to 90% of what you say! You'd essentially give an essay on why it is overcast if you were a bloody weather reporter." &#x200B; "It wasn't bloated, it was cool and edgy" &#x200B; "Oh yes, edgy. Give it a rest, if that was a sword you would basically have an iron rod with a wooden gripy thing at the bottom." &#x200B; "I don't like you, you... Vile man." &#x200B; "Hey, you are the person who started this Ask Me Anything post, you are asking for it." &#x200B; "Well..." He paused at his keyboard... "fuck you.