Statement of Eliyah Gayheart, regarding her discoveries made during charging her phone. Original statement given June 3rd, 2024. Written recording by Berta, head archivist of the yuripeanunion neocities site.
I'm a student. Most of the statements open up with some job description and shed some light into their workings, like the one about garbage disposal and teeth. I'm sure everyone have been a high school student, and maybe even remembers it. It couldn't have changed that much. Just now I'm playing various card games in my mobile phone during classes.
You see, I always had this deep guilt within me. Debt is the concept that we are guilty for existing; and I got that instilled deep within me. Every cent my parents spent on me, I felt like it was a waste, a burden. It's finally improving but things like this don't change over time. So by this way I never really got myself a phone. Whenever my late brother or my mom got a new phone, I just started using that. Combine that with the typical batteries of Apple products and well, I always needed to recharge my fucking phone.
I found ways, though. On mondays I'd use the usb port in compsci; on tuesday I had a PE class I didn't go to so I just charged my phone while sitting in a beanbag; on wednesday I just did it at history class, since the teacher didn't really care what we were doing; on thursdays I could choose between charging in history or in PE; and on friday I had french class. I also found a powerbank in my drawer once.
With that being said, all of these need cables. And well, they tend to malfunction, break and twist and the likes. Most often the decay is very gradual. I had one charger that was wrapped together with yellow and green electrical tape. It was surprisingly good for charging for a month or two, and now it only charges from a very specific angle. There was one my dad got me, some third party cable. I wasn't really happy using it considering it only charged up to 73% and sometimes it would just refuse to work.
My latest charger just twisted in a way it couldn't do anything. So my current one, the one this statement is about, is really long, about two meters. It just gets and tangles everywhere, it's kind of harder to use than my previous ones. But I guess this will be useful?
And ever since, it's like... it tells me to do things. To strangle people. I shrugged it off as first. I daydreamed about the death of others sometimes, so this wasn't exactly new or overwhelming to me. It came to be, though. The more I used it, the less I could think about things I normally do, or even feel other things than rage. I amounted it to other causes and moved on.
Until one day, I fell over on my chair. This happened to me once, I remember it hurting really bad. And it did, especially with the wires all over my neck. It just started to tighten around my neck slowly, and I don't know why but I felt, I knew that I could just escape it. Project it onto something else. I grabbed it firmly, but leaving the functons intact, and pulled it off of me. I could've just sold it. These things go for 20, 25 euros; that's like a sixteenth. I had other plans, though.
I tracked down my physics teachers location. He talked about where he lived, he was in the registry and I was also able to find his social media. I had a score to settle with this bastard. I'm not one for vigilantism, but I'm also not against killing nazis. You know, you learn to endure a lot of things, but that doesn't mean you forget they happened. I listened to all the bigotries you could imagine at the front desk, while white boys were just laughing and going on with their lives. I can't blame myself. I doubt you could.
I found an electric pole I could use for cover. I carefully watched his routine; and then one day, while I knew he was about to go out, I tied the wires before the door. I wasn't sure if it needed my help, so I just stood at the opposite end of his terrible, leftover from state capitalism house. I heard some choking sounds, but I went to check. And I felt it again. I just stomped down on him and temporarily relieved him of his suffering, only to bludgeon him with the metal end. It felt so, so good. Kind of like finishing your semester.
Statement ends.
While this statement doesn't imply, Eliyah was actually on antipsychiatrics medication for a while. Her hospital documents don't suggest she was actually psychotic or otherwise unable to comprehend reality, so there's that.
And a 66 year old physics teacher who matched the criteria was reported dead in his own home, but the cause of death was burning injuries and no one was questioned.
Well, in the end, I'm not sure any paranormal phenomena was actually involved. The coroner's report does present some abnormalities, like blunt injuries, but it wasn't really pursued in the end. Especially with the academic setting, this all could be a joke to waste our resources yet again.
Recording ends.