Dear Friend,
I am writing to express my concern for my boss and friend Dr. Jekyll. I have worked for him for nearly 20 years now. Something is terribly wrong with him, and I just can't put my finger on it! i see less and less of him. He has always been such a great boss. He gave me Friday nights off to go play pool with my cousin Vinney. He has always been kind to my family and even gave my niece Beverley tickets to a Green Day Concert for her Birthday.
For the past months I have hardly seen him. He used to watch Wheel of Fortune everyday, but about a year ago he stopped. He spends his days in his laboratory. Sometimes I hear strange noises coming from there. I wonder what is going on! I dare not ask, I tried once and he told me it was none of my concern. I always take his breakfast into his room and the newspaper. One day he would not remove his blanket from his face, as if he were hiding. Now he does not allow me to enter his room.
Lately there have been rumours of a mad man. They say his name is Mr. Hyde. I am afraid that he might have some negative influence of my dear friend Dr. Jekyll. I find no other alternative than to speak to Mr. Utterson. He is a good friend of Dr. Jekyll. I hope he can help me figure out what is happening to the Doctor. I hope everything is all right. I have a sick feeling in my stomach someting is terribly wrong. I must get some pepto-bismal.
Most Sincerely,
Mr. Poole
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Wrong Place at the Wrong Time
Dear Diary,
Oh my goodness! I can not believe what happened to me tonight after taking the children to their Fergie concert. I am writing this all down in hope that one day I will be able to figure out why I was the person that had to witness such a horrific act of violence. I was walking down a dark alley on my way to the limo that was to take me back to the estate. All of a sudden I heard a cry for help. I quickly hid behind the a pile of garbage outside of the McDonald's. Boy, that did not smell too good. Right now I still have the smell of french fries on my clothing. Anyway back to what I saw...I slowly peeked over the top of the garbage. There were two men. I think one was famous because I swear I have seen him on TV before. Now that I think about it, the man was Sir Danvers Carew, a very important member of Parliament. The other man was definitely bigger than Carew. He looked familiar to me as well, but as of right now my mind is drawing a blank. It was at this exact moment that I witnessed something I wish no other human being would have to see. The giant man pulled a large baseball bat out of his baggy jeans. He took the bat and vigorously beat Carew to death. I gasped loudly, and the giant turned around. Thankfully he did not notice I was there because he was distracted by the raccoons that were rummaging through the garbage. I waited a few seconds and popped my head out again. The giant was gone. I quickly sprinted the rest of the way to the limo, and did not say a single word to anyone. Now I am left wondering what to do. Please help me. All I know was that I was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Sincerely,
A confused and shocked servant girl
Oh my goodness! I can not believe what happened to me tonight after taking the children to their Fergie concert. I am writing this all down in hope that one day I will be able to figure out why I was the person that had to witness such a horrific act of violence. I was walking down a dark alley on my way to the limo that was to take me back to the estate. All of a sudden I heard a cry for help. I quickly hid behind the a pile of garbage outside of the McDonald's. Boy, that did not smell too good. Right now I still have the smell of french fries on my clothing. Anyway back to what I saw...I slowly peeked over the top of the garbage. There were two men. I think one was famous because I swear I have seen him on TV before. Now that I think about it, the man was Sir Danvers Carew, a very important member of Parliament. The other man was definitely bigger than Carew. He looked familiar to me as well, but as of right now my mind is drawing a blank. It was at this exact moment that I witnessed something I wish no other human being would have to see. The giant man pulled a large baseball bat out of his baggy jeans. He took the bat and vigorously beat Carew to death. I gasped loudly, and the giant turned around. Thankfully he did not notice I was there because he was distracted by the raccoons that were rummaging through the garbage. I waited a few seconds and popped my head out again. The giant was gone. I quickly sprinted the rest of the way to the limo, and did not say a single word to anyone. Now I am left wondering what to do. Please help me. All I know was that I was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Sincerely,
A confused and shocked servant girl
Friday, July 27, 2007
I can't bear it any longer......
Dear Friends and Family,
The guilt is just too much to keep consumed with in me. It was believed by my friends and loved ones that I passed away. That the simple sight of seeing Dr. Jekyll transform into Mr. Hyde deteriorated my health, and self being. In reality, I write to you from my seat in Sunnyside Institution to tell you, obviously, that I am alive. Although not mentally well, I am alive.
For so long, I didn't believe in the supernatural. I believed that what you see is what you get. Materialistic science was my game, and I was true to it. Then....I saw him. With my own eyes, my friend, Dr Jekyll transformed himself into this hideous creature, that I just couldn't bear to even look at. I just couldn't believe it. All of my experiments, my thoughts and beliefs were proven wrong in a moments time. How could this be?
It was then that I had to leave. I just couldn't believe that I lived in a world where supernatural events occurred in such gruesome ways. I would just rather not know, and eventually I wouldn't believe. So I used a corpse to elude you to believe that I has passed, and all the while I was running and leaving the past behind. I found my way to a new town and a new home. But as much as I tried, I just couldn't erase from my mind what had happened. Years went by, and one day, I just couldn't take it anymore; I set out to discover my own phenomenons.
I wanted to live long enough to be able to tell my story to the future generations of a science let world. So I concocted a potion in which prevented me from aging. Against all I believed in for so many years, I did it. Because of it, I am here today to tell you of this story. My day certainly is coming, as I ran out of the potion just last year. But now, I can die in peace knowing that my story will be known, and the truth is now free.
Sincerely and Without Regret,
Dr. Hastie Lanyon
The guilt is just too much to keep consumed with in me. It was believed by my friends and loved ones that I passed away. That the simple sight of seeing Dr. Jekyll transform into Mr. Hyde deteriorated my health, and self being. In reality, I write to you from my seat in Sunnyside Institution to tell you, obviously, that I am alive. Although not mentally well, I am alive.
For so long, I didn't believe in the supernatural. I believed that what you see is what you get. Materialistic science was my game, and I was true to it. Then....I saw him. With my own eyes, my friend, Dr Jekyll transformed himself into this hideous creature, that I just couldn't bear to even look at. I just couldn't believe it. All of my experiments, my thoughts and beliefs were proven wrong in a moments time. How could this be?
It was then that I had to leave. I just couldn't believe that I lived in a world where supernatural events occurred in such gruesome ways. I would just rather not know, and eventually I wouldn't believe. So I used a corpse to elude you to believe that I has passed, and all the while I was running and leaving the past behind. I found my way to a new town and a new home. But as much as I tried, I just couldn't erase from my mind what had happened. Years went by, and one day, I just couldn't take it anymore; I set out to discover my own phenomenons.
I wanted to live long enough to be able to tell my story to the future generations of a science let world. So I concocted a potion in which prevented me from aging. Against all I believed in for so many years, I did it. Because of it, I am here today to tell you of this story. My day certainly is coming, as I ran out of the potion just last year. But now, I can die in peace knowing that my story will be known, and the truth is now free.
Sincerely and Without Regret,
Dr. Hastie Lanyon
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
To whom it may concern,
If you are reading this, my life has come to an end. It all started when I was watching Entertainment Television, and saw that Paris Hilton was going to jail. That's when I thought, that if I could purify the good in people, I could rid them of any evil doings. I came up with a potion, but because those PETA people have been complaining about my experimentation on animals, I decided to test it out on myself. I transformed into this hideous and pure evil creature, Mr. Hyde. Through him, I have hurt and killed many people. As the transformations occurred more often than a Jude Law movie I made the horrible conclusion that Hyde was going to take over my life, and I would be nothing more than a memory. He lives inside me, inside my soul. I decided the only way to end it was to take away his life source. The reason I am writing all of this is so no one will make the same mistake again. So that one day someone will write a musical, or maybe even a movie about my experimentation. This way, no one will forget what happened to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
I am at peace now,
Dr. Henry Jekyll
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Jekyll and Hyde revisited
A letter from Mr. Gabriel John Utterson:
Since we have last met, I must say my life has taken a dreadful turn for the worse. After reading the letters of my good friend Dr. Jekyll I was determined to prove that ones alter ego need not be evil. In a very unintelligent move from myself I have concocted a potion similar to the potion responsible for turning Dr. Jekyll into Mr. Hyde.
I assumed that as I was going into this experiment with the knowledge of the latter my experiment should turn out more favorably. Unfortunately this is not the case. I am not saying I have turned into a hideous disfigured villain as Mr. Hyde had been, but into something all the more disturbing. I have become a reality television star. At night I am taken by the overwhelming desire to stab others in the back and to spread misinformation to the youth of America.
This is a great frustration to me as I am a noble, esteemed attorney by day and a foul-mouthed, gin swilling frat boy by night. If you happen upon my dark side's show – The Unreal World – please turn away as it is too disturbing and disgusting a situation to watch.
Pray for me in the hopes I may someday be freed from this world of depravity and brought back to the honest, caring and charitable world of the law.
With deepest love and sorrow,
Yours,
Mr. Gabriel John Utterson, Esq.
Since we have last met, I must say my life has taken a dreadful turn for the worse. After reading the letters of my good friend Dr. Jekyll I was determined to prove that ones alter ego need not be evil. In a very unintelligent move from myself I have concocted a potion similar to the potion responsible for turning Dr. Jekyll into Mr. Hyde.
I assumed that as I was going into this experiment with the knowledge of the latter my experiment should turn out more favorably. Unfortunately this is not the case. I am not saying I have turned into a hideous disfigured villain as Mr. Hyde had been, but into something all the more disturbing. I have become a reality television star. At night I am taken by the overwhelming desire to stab others in the back and to spread misinformation to the youth of America.
This is a great frustration to me as I am a noble, esteemed attorney by day and a foul-mouthed, gin swilling frat boy by night. If you happen upon my dark side's show – The Unreal World – please turn away as it is too disturbing and disgusting a situation to watch.
Pray for me in the hopes I may someday be freed from this world of depravity and brought back to the honest, caring and charitable world of the law.
With deepest love and sorrow,
Yours,
Mr. Gabriel John Utterson, Esq.
Dear Brit Lit II Class at LCCC,
You read my final letter in the book, you know, the one where I confess all and then take my own life.
Well, just as I was to take my life, I had a metamorphose and left England. I concocted up that "body" to throw everybody off... yet here I am again; and, I've a new confession to make.
I've lived in a fine manner for these many years, on potions that have kept my "problem" under control AND kept me as youthful as from where I last left you.
But, short on my "special salt" once again, I'm afraid I've come back in a quite nasty form, that of the bloody... shall I even speak his name... Voldemort!!!
This Harry Potter series you read now is just my newest incarnation.
When Harry learns that there is a bit of Voldemort in everybody, he is told that it is only important as to what you act on, not so much what may be inside.
BUT, little does that J.K.Rowling realize that the evil she alludes to is me. I am back. I will try to control my urge from "the dark side," but I've tried before, and, well, you know the rest.
If you are reading this "epistolary form" letter, then I have likely lost control once again.
PLEASE... tell me here on this blog, where I may be subversively hiding as modern evil. If I know, then maybe I can do something about it.
BTY: I was reading some Romantic literature, and came across Shelley's, "The Devil's Walk." Seems Shelley didn't even realize that his "Devil" was really just me incognito. Same idea, different genre. Oh well.
Devil's Gratitude to You All,
Henry Jekyll
You read my final letter in the book, you know, the one where I confess all and then take my own life.
Well, just as I was to take my life, I had a metamorphose and left England. I concocted up that "body" to throw everybody off... yet here I am again; and, I've a new confession to make.
I've lived in a fine manner for these many years, on potions that have kept my "problem" under control AND kept me as youthful as from where I last left you.
But, short on my "special salt" once again, I'm afraid I've come back in a quite nasty form, that of the bloody... shall I even speak his name... Voldemort!!!
This Harry Potter series you read now is just my newest incarnation.
When Harry learns that there is a bit of Voldemort in everybody, he is told that it is only important as to what you act on, not so much what may be inside.
BUT, little does that J.K.Rowling realize that the evil she alludes to is me. I am back. I will try to control my urge from "the dark side," but I've tried before, and, well, you know the rest.
If you are reading this "epistolary form" letter, then I have likely lost control once again.
PLEASE... tell me here on this blog, where I may be subversively hiding as modern evil. If I know, then maybe I can do something about it.
BTY: I was reading some Romantic literature, and came across Shelley's, "The Devil's Walk." Seems Shelley didn't even realize that his "Devil" was really just me incognito. Same idea, different genre. Oh well.
Devil's Gratitude to You All,
Henry Jekyll
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