i hate parties always have and always will this last party i went to is cemented that fact i was always the quiet kid in high school and not much changed when i entered college i kept to myself most of the time only interacting with others during group projects i would have been completely fine with being the quiet loner for all of college life too however my roommate couldn't help but stick her nose and where it didn't belong hey willow want to go to a party my roommate asked one night as i was reading a book
on my bed the nearby frats throwing a party tonight i looked at her with a deadpan gaze do you really need an answer to that question my roommate rolled her eyes yeah i figured that was coming still it wouldn't hurt to give it a try no thanks i'm good you have fun though uh-huh she paused for a moment before speaking again did i mention that they have free food we got into my roommate's car and arrived at the frat in under an hour hey free food is free food right a broke-ass college girl like me
wasn't going to pass on an easy meal that wasn't cup ramen like that the bouncer didn't even bother asking our names when he saw that we were girls and let us in right away the party was already underway inside people mostly girls missing a few crucial articles of clothing were getting wasted on whatever the hell was in those red paper cups my roommate went to get two full cops and handed one to me thanks i said as i looked at its contents to my surprise it wasn't the piss yellow beer i thought it'd be is
is this red wine there serving sure is said my roommate house delta psi omega is classy like that immediately after saying that she went to chug god knows how much of said wine through a hose while upside down where the hell the frat got their hands on a wooden wine keg i still have no idea i took one sip of the wine and my face scrunched up and discussed it was wine all right and i hated wine and all alcohol for that matter i ditched the cup of wine on a table when no one was
looking and went straight to the snacks table i may not like frats all that much but i gotta hand it to them they knew how to choose their party snacks within the hour i became the only sober person left in that frat house a pink drunken blush pervaded everyone else's faces for a moment i thought the party might not be so bad after all at the very least i'd get to see a bunch of frat boys and sorority girls making fools out of themselves but then came the guy in a robe i almost didn't notice
him at first in the chaos of the party he descended from the stairs of the frat house his long purple robe dragging behind him down the steps as he descended and he was wearing what looked like a ring of grapevine around his head like a crown while everyone else was drinking from red paper cups he had an honest-to-god goblet brimming with wine in his hand the weird guy raised the goblet in the air to greek life he shouted to greek life echoed everyone else at the party even those not part of the frat and to
dionysus the robed man continued and to dionysus my eyebrow raised at the name i recognized it from one of my ancient mythology courses if i remembered correctly dionysus was supposed to be the greek god of wine a little odd but i brushed it off i guess the frat must have taken the whole greek life thing pretty seriously someone started playing music and without any prompting the people in the party started to dance i kept to myself in a corner of the room while everyone else flailed their limbs around like in a drunken bliss the dance
went on for hours or at least felt like hours to me the disorganized dancing formed into a cohesive ring of people dancing next to each other hand in hand without a care in the world the dance all surrounded one person the guy in the purple robe who looked on approvingly the more i looked on the more uncomfortable i started to feel i always knew frats were kind of like cults but this was getting way too obvious i wanted to leave but didn't want to risk pushing through the drunk dancers and breaking the ring they'd formed
something about the looks of crazed ecstasy in their eyes told me that they wouldn't take too kindly to being interrupted i was literally saved by the bell when someone rang the doorbell pizza delivery yelled the pizza guy from the other side of the door every head in the room turned towards the door the stuporous joy on their faces warped into an insane rage a horde of college girl stormed to the door opened it and dragged the hapless delivery boy inside in a hundred other scenarios this would have been a dream come true for any guy
not this time though they pinned him onto the ground as he squirmed under them in a futile struggle he yelled at them to let him go but nobody was listening everyone's eyes were fixed on the man in the purple robe sparagmos he shouted repeated the drunk college students over and over again i watched in horror as they tore the delivery boy apart they tore him limb from limbs starting with his arms and legs before the robed man ripped off his head whilst the party-goers held back his torso the poor bastard screamed all the way right
up until his head was separated from his body i escaped the party through a back window in all the confusion and called the police when they got there the drunk party-goers were feasting on the dismembered body of the murdered delivery boy the robed man sat above them all on the top of the stairs tearing off and eating strips of flesh from the delivery head needless to say i'm never going to another frat party again hey guys i see many of you commenting on my videos that this channel deserves 1 million subscribers but i also see
the percent of people who watch my videos aren't actually subscribed to the channel so if you like the content want to support my channel and want to see this channel reach 1 million subscribers or maybe 500 000 subscribers then go ahead subscribe and hit the bell icon it's free and you can always change your mind later my twin brother and i became homeless at a young age our parents were abusive so we ran away from home when we were 13. they didn't even bother reporting us as missing i guess they must have been glad to
have us out of their hair trying to live on the streets was hard but it was still better than living with our parents besides we always had each other for a time we thought that was all we needed to survive no matter what problem came our way we thought the two of us could overcome it together whether it be starting a fire in a trash can to keep warm during the winter or scavenging the dumpsters behind restaurants for leftovers we did it all together i know it sounds like a miserable existence but despite all the
hardships we faced we were able to find some semblance of happiness and content in each other's company we were a family that is until the day we met the cult that would ruin both of our lives our first exposure to them came from one of their recruiters to this day i remember how out of place those people looked strolling around the dirty piss-stained alleyways where homeless people slept they were all dressed in fine well-fitted suits that were just asking for trouble in that part of town their wealthy appearance would have made them prime targets for
muggers had they not been traveling in a sizeable group at the time i found it strange that a bunch of people who were all clearly rich enough to afford loitering anywhere else would even choose to be in this part of the city my brother and i huddled close to each other under a shared tattered blanket we were trying to make ourselves as small and unnoticeable as possible so the people would ignore us as they passed the last time a non-homeless person noticed us in the alleyway they beat the [ __ ] out of us for
fun and we didn't feel like going through all of that again one of them approached us and my brother immediately put himself between me and the suited man although we were twins he often played the role of a protective brother to me even at the cost of himself getting hurt to our surprise the suited man didn't act aggressive he just stopped in front of us with a gentle smile on his clean shaven face are you kids doing all right he asked as if talking to an old friend we're doing fine thanks my brother said just
trying to get by the suited man tilted his head to look at me does she feel the same i hid behind my brother and averted my eyes the man just let out a small laugh shy one isn't she he said as calm as ever look can you tell us what it is you want from us my brother asked growing even more defensive we don't exactly have much to give and it doesn't look like you need anything from us either oh we don't want anything from you the man assured us in fact we have something to
offer you and what might that be my brother asked though he sounded skeptical of the stranger's charity everything you don't have now clean clothes a roof over your head and some food to fill your bellies with my stomach let out an involuntary growl that i hoped the man didn't hear it had been weeks since we had a proper meal that didn't come out of the trash can the mere mention of food reminded my body of its own desperation yeah forgive me for doubting you but why on earth would you do that my brother asked what's
in it for you we're not selling our bodies to you if that's what you're getting at oh heavens no the suited man sound genuinely surprised at the insinuation all we want is to spread the word of our religion that's all you just have to come with us to our church and listen to our sermons we'll give you food to eat new clothes to wear and a comfortable bed to sleep on for as long as you're there and of course if you don't like it there then you're free to leave at any time we'll get to
sleep in a bed i asked speaking up for the first time since the suited man approached us of course the suited man said you'll be well taken care of in the house of our god i looked at my brother with pleading eyes the hopeful look on my face must have broken down his wall of doubt about the suited man's offer our situation couldn't get any worse anyways and besides it wasn't strange for a church to offer free charity to the homeless right the two of us followed the suited man whose name we learned was gabriel
to a large church tucked in an obscure corner of the city it didn't look all that different from a regular church not that i've been to many churches in my life the only weird thing about it was how the cross at the very top of the church seemed to have a large eye carved in the middle of it a nice older lady who wore the same strange cross around her neck greeted us at the church entrance she handed us some new clothes and led us to the church bathroom to change the clothes they gave us
were weird to say the least the pants were normal but the top was a long ankle-length purple robe with the eye-bearing cross emblazoned over the heart literal beggars like us couldn't be choosers though so my brother and i both changed into them and took a seat in the church pew alongside dozens of other people dressed in the exact same purple robe a man started distributing sandwiches and bottles of water to everyone seen it my brother and i were so hungry that we gobbled up our sandwiches in seconds not even bothering to register its taste the
man distributing the food chuckled you two look like you could use seconds he said before handing us both an extra sandwich so far everything was great my brother and i were ecstatic at finally finding people who seem to care about us but then the sermon started a man behind the church podium began speaking about how mortal minds were unable to handle divine wisdom and that it is our duty as human beings to strive to see the world the way that god does as much as possible he explained that the church's name was the temple of
the third eye and that they were dedicated to letting people see the world through god's eyes through their teachings and rituals the more he spoke the more i felt like he wasn't talking about any god i'd ever heard of that didn't matter though even if i didn't believe them they were the only ones to ever give me the time of day aside from my brother the least i could do was listen to what they had to say after the sermon was over we were all escorted by the preacher to a building attached to the church
where hundreds of beds lay he told us that for as long as we were part of the church and attended the sermons we could sleep there and be fed by them three times a day it all seemed too good to be true and it was my brother and i got into a fight for the first and only time in our lives later that night he wanted us to leave called the church a dangerous cult that would only spell trouble down the line he was right but i didn't want to listen i told him that even
if he was right i would rather stay there where it's safe and warm instead of going back to live on the streets again my brother left the church before night fell the members of the church didn't stop him instead they comforted me and assured me that they would take care of me for as long as i stayed there i felt like i was being welcomed to a new family one that could care and provide for me in the cold and uncaring world years passed as i grew into an adult under the temple of the third
eye's care i became more and more involved in the dark side hiding underneath its charitable exterior even when they started putting me to backbreaking labor to earn my keep in the church i only saw it as me paying the back for everything they'd done for me as a hungry homeless kid in that time i've lied for them stolen from them and in the end i killed for them a journalist had been reported snooping around the church one time too many and the higher-ups at the temple of the third eye were getting worried they decided that
their best course of action would be to silence him permanently my indoctrinated mind felt honored to be asked to defend the faith when i was chosen for the task by my seniors i would only later learn their true reason for choosing me when it was much too late i was given the reporter's address and told the wait to kill him there it was a crappy studio apartment in the rough part of town that even the police tended to ignore human life was cheap there so my seniors were hoping that the authorities would chalk his murder
up to a burglary gone wrong or a gang hit gone right i broke into the apartment through the back window with a hammer and waited for him next to the front door when i heard the doorknob rattle an hour later i held my hammer up to prepare to strike the reporter opened the door and stepped inside our eyes met for a split second and surprise flooded his face and he opened his mouth to speak but i brought the hammer down on his head before he could say anything i felt his skull shatter upon impact with
a sickening crack blood spurted off the top of his head and trickled down his shocked face his eyes rolled into the back of his skull before he crumpled to the floor lifeless my job was done and my heart was pounding i wanted to leave right away but something about him was still bothering me unable to shake the uneasy feeling growing inside me i closed the door to the apartment and took my time flipping his body over to examine his face upon closer inspection i realized with a mix of horror and regret what it was that
bothered me about him i knew his face he had the same exact face as mine underneath the stubbles of his beard the man wasn't just a random journalist looking for a big story he was my twin brother the same one i'd abandoned all those years ago for the cult that took over my life my seniors at the temple of the third eye knew my brother would never hurt me if he recognized me so they sent me to kill him knowing he wouldn't retaliate they overestimated my loyalty however i immediately turned myself into the police from
my brother's murder and cooperated with them to expose the temple of the third eye i hope i was able to help in bringing that cold down for good now i'm serving my sentence in prison for killing my brother and will be for a long time i betrayed the only family i ever had for a place to sleep and food to eat here in prison that's exactly what i get and it's more than i deserve i grew up in a doomsday cult however i didn't realize that's what it was until much later since i was born
and raised there i just assumed that all the messed up stuff i saw growing up was the way things were supposed to be whether it be the beatings we'd be subjected to for not doing our chores well enough or the way our teachers would demonize the world outside our little community i thought it was all normal because that's what my parents and elders told me kids tend to take things at face value like that we called ourselves the last family because that's what we thought we would become every sunday the entire town would gather at
the church to listen to our leader father christopher preach about how we chosen few will be the ones to inherit the earth after god has destroyed every civilization on the planet well i called the place of town but in reality it was a little more than a survival compound in the middle of the arizona desert there the cult could hide from the outside world and prepare for the end of the world they thought was coming i never questioned them they were my elders after all i thought that they probably knew more about how the world
worked than i did i kept that mind frame all the way up to the day that i left it wasn't me who decided to leave though i was about 11 years old when this all happened it started with a sermon at the church held by our leader father christopher himself the usual last family sermon was already a fire in brimstone's speech meant to instill fear in its devout listeners but this one was even more full of vitriol than usual at first father christopher shouted the scripture at us in the dramatic way we'd come to expect
from him but near the end of his impassioned speech his voice grew calm and took on a grim tone that scared his flock more than the over rage and zeal of his usual sermon my faithful children he said in a low voice that caused a somber atmosphere to pervade every pew of the church it is with a heavy heart that i tell you all that the end is upon us not of the world though i know that will come soon as well no what i speak of is the end of us and our way of
life of the last family and its faithful members not at the hands of god but of men an uneasy silence fell upon the church nobody wanted to say anything or rather nobody could we all knew father christopher was quick to punish anyone who interrupted him during a sermon so we kept our mouths shut and our questions to ourselves it felt like an eternity before father christopher finally broke the silence the unwitting servants of the devil may come to take us away from our home any day now their earthly leaders have deemed us to be a
threat to their tyrannical authority over men's souls they could not possibly understand that we are merely trying to protect the soul of humanity from the end of days they shall be forced to die a thousand deaths in the pit of fire while we die only once and be welcomed by the lord's embrace father christopher dismissed us early that day but only the children the adults had to stay behind for the rest of the sermon despite the foreboding tone of the sermon i remember feeling glad to have more free time that time over exaggeration wasn't new
to father christopher anyways he must have predicted the exact date of doomsday that obviously didn't happen like three times before already given his track record i thought the sermon was just another case of him making mountains out of mole hills again and brussed it off i said goodbye to my older brother jacob who was old enough to be considered an adult by the last family standards and went out to play with the other kids who were also eager to make use of their new found free time later that night i was awoken from my sleep
by someone shaking me i opened my blurry eyes and saw my brother standing over me with the look of silent panic on his face jacob i asked still tired from all the playing i did that day what's wrong is father christopher calling us to him again i didn't hear any announcement don't worry about him sis jacob said in a soft voice i'm gonna need you to do everything i say okay i'm sure you have a lot of questions but you have to trust me right now can you do that uh sure i said growing concerned
is is everything all right everything will be all right jacob assured me now keep your voice down and follow me also try not to make any noise jacob held me by the hand and led me out of the communal sleeping area i shared with over a dozen other kids in the compound i couldn't see very well in the pitch darkness but jacob didn't seem to have any trouble guiding me i guess he must have allowed his eyes to adjust to the dark already he opened the door and eased it closed behind us as if he
were handling dynamite careful to not make any excess noise with the way he moved no sooner had he closed the door we saw the beams of multiple flashlights approaching us from the direction of the church [ __ ] jacob cursed under his breath before lowering his back to me hurry hop on my back i was confused but did as i was told and kept quiet i could feel his heart beating out of his chest as he carried me on his back through the compound like a thief in the night i'm sure my own heart must
have been racing as well jacob only let me down once we reach the border of our compound marked by a tall barbed wire fence he pushed aside a tall bush on the fence revealing a large gap in the wire wide enough to fit a person through he squeezed himself through to the other side before turning to look at me follow me jacob said in a hushed whisper hurry at that i hesitated up until that very moment the compound had been my whole world and everyone there had warned me about the outside world just taking a
step beyond that fence felt like stepping into the lion's den i thought god might strike me down where i stood the moment i set foot on the other side please sis jacob pleaded i don't want to leave you here it was the desperate look in my brother's eyes that finally got me to follow him he led me to a truck parked just outside the compound the high ranking members who could come and go as they pleased often used it to do supply runs outside the compound i don't know how jacob got his hands on its
keys but at that point i didn't bother to ask he drove us far away from the compound at full speed i watched through the back window of the car as everything i've ever known grew smaller and smaller before disappearing in the distance we eventually made it to what i would later learn was called a hotel my brother rented us a room and told me to wait in it with the door locked until he got back from the police station i didn't waste any time playing around all the new things i'd never seen before in the
hotel room among those things were the television i pressed the biggest button on the tv and jumped back when the screen lit up with moving pictures i would have been delighted at the new discovery if it wasn't for what these moving pictures showed me the channel was tuned to the news in which the reporter was covering a massacre complete with live footage at a place i recognized it was the compound i just left my old home they showed the communal sleeping area where i myself was asleep only a few hours before the kids on the
beds people i knew and grew up with lay lifeless in sheets stained by their own blood their expressions were frozen in a silent eternal scream blood poured from large slits on their throats at the foot of their beds with the bodies of the adults their parents and guardians of the kids the adults all had knives sticking out of their chests with their cold dead hands still gripping the handle the reporter explained that the adult members of the last family that smothered and slit the throats of their children before taking their own lives with the very
same knives they had all decided that it was better to die with their children than be separated from them once the authorities came to inspect the compound all except one to this day i can't thank my brother enough for bringing me away from that cult i intend to make the best out of this new life he's given me
