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  • - [Narrator] They say there's no proof.

  • That you're crazy for believing.

  • But monsters

  • are real. (dramatic music)

  • The following was posted to a crime forum

  • dedicated to unsolved murders.

  • The case in question revolved around a massacre that took

  • place in a bar in 2015, in which various members of an

  • organized crime syndicate were brutally murdered

  • at the hands of Aponi.

  • Names and locations have been changed

  • to protect the survivors.

  • Out of respect for the dead, the events remain unchanged.

  • These gangster, or thugs, had moved their base

  • of operations into our neighborhood,

  • and began hitting local businesses up

  • for protection money.

  • Protection from what?

  • The only thing we needed protection from was them.

  • All of our regular patrons had been chased away

  • by these wannabe tough guys, trying to make

  • a name for themselves.

  • They had turned the bar my wife Delilah and I owned

  • into their own official clubhouse.

  • Needless to say, the brought a lot of

  • unwanted attraction to our bar.

  • Drug trafficking, gun running, illegal miniso products

  • being moved by the ton.

  • All of this was planned at the bar I shared

  • with my wife Delilah.

  • Delilah was headstrong and never wanted to give in

  • to these thugs.

  • I always had to keep her calm when things

  • got heated between them.

  • But then one night, I was out sick.

  • I guess Delilah had confronted the thugs

  • about the endless bar tab they were running.

  • From there, things turned horrible.

  • The thugs roughed Delilah up with the back of

  • a crowbar, and she landed in the hospital with

  • five broken ribs, cracked clavicle bone,

  • and severe intracranial hemorrhaging.

  • The beating had left her comatose

  • and the doctors didn't know if she would pull through.

  • To make it up to me, the thugs only took

  • an eight-percent cut that month instead

  • of their usual 10.

  • The business was struggling.

  • No customers, Delilah's medical bills piling up.

  • There was no way out.

  • Every single night I was subject to ridicule from these

  • thugs while they used my bar to deal drugs, weapons,

  • plan robberies, and terrorize our

  • once peaceful neighborhood.

  • Then Aponi came into my life.

  • At first, I thought she was a crazy woman

  • that was into Japanese cosplay a bit too much.

  • She looked like a witch coming out of an anime convention

  • but when she saw me, she simply asked me,

  • "What do you seek?"

  • I drunkenly said, "Revenge for Delilah."

  • The night Aponi reigned it was just,

  • it was like any other night.

  • All the thugs were gathered at the bar.

  • It was getting near closing time,

  • which normally meant that I'd be pouring drinks

  • for the low lives for another three hours but,

  • this wasn't gonna be a normal night.

  • Aponi was coming.

  • Soon those thugs would pay for what they'd done

  • to my wife and I.

  • I noticed her standing against the wall

  • before anyone else did.

  • She watched their faces, she listened to their

  • lewd jokes, she decided which one of them would

  • be her first victim.

  • The buzz of the bar slowly fell to a silence

  • as the human pieces of filth began to notice

  • they were not alone.

  • She was an intimidating presence.

  • Tall and dark, with eyes like coal and skin like granite.

  • But she still wore the same get up from our first meeting.

  • One of them, a burly man with a scar down

  • the side of his face, was the first to say something.

  • "Looks like we got ourselves a weeb from

  • "the anime convention."

  • Before he could finish Aponi had darted across the room

  • and snapped his neck like a twig.

  • Everyone in the bar including myself could not

  • believe what happened before us.

  • Aponi then looked at all the thugs sitting

  • in my bar and said, "I am Delilah's revenge."

  • The others stood from their seats,

  • shock painted across their ugly mugs.

  • She darted again once more in the blink of an eye,

  • and now she had snatched one of the men by

  • the throat and had lifted him off the ground.

  • She had crushed his neck like a soda can and

  • dropped his body to the floor.

  • The other thugs pulled their knives and guns.

  • I ducked behind the bar and prayed if the men

  • started shooting, I wouldn't catch a stray bullet.

  • Aponi remained still, then waved her hands

  • as she spoke in tongues.

  • The thugs tried to shoot her,

  • but the bullets wouldn't fire.

  • Every gun was jammed. (Aponi laughs)

  • Aponi smiled.

  • She smirked arrogantly.

  • One of the men must have realize how screwed they were

  • because he made a break for the door.

  • He yanked frantically at the handle

  • but it wouldn't budge.

  • The other men stood quietly as they watched

  • their compatriot tug and jerk at the door.

  • Aponi threw a hand for the direction

  • on the man at the door and it caused the man

  • at the door to violently cough.

  • Then we saw what Aponi had done:

  • blood spurt through every opening in his face.

  • His eyelids, his ears, his nose, and mouth.

  • The bar ran red with his blood.

  • "It's locked."

  • When she said that, she snuck a glance at me.

  • We made eye contact for just the slightest of moments

  • but that was all that I needed to know

  • what she intended to do.

  • Aponi was not in my bar that night just to

  • scare away some thugs.

  • She was there to satisfy her blood lust,

  • one that would not be quenched until every single

  • one of those men were dead.

  • She tore through three of the gangsters,

  • dismembering them limb from limb before anyone

  • could realize what had happened.

  • Legs, arms, and heads detached from their torsos,

  • hit the ground with a thud, blood pooled around the

  • floor of the bar in deep crimson puddles.

  • There was about five me left and they circled her,

  • ready to kill.

  • Aponi just smiled.

  • She had canted a mystic spell with a snap

  • of her fingers.

  • The sickening sound of bones cracking began

  • to fill the air as five of the men all

  • fell to the ground and started to scream.

  • Aponi's snap was breaking the men bone by bone

  • as she continued to snap,

  • and with each snap, the thugs bones would splinter

  • and snap along with her.

  • First it was the legs, then their arms, then their necks.

  • I watched them cry and beg for mercy

  • as their limbs contorted in horrific, unnatural ways.

  • It was a sight to see, five men being folded

  • into clambered human origami, and with Aponi at

  • the center of all of it.

  • "This is for Delilah," Aponi said,

  • and then she clapped her hands together.

  • And with the thrust of her hands clapping together,

  • each of the men's heads were flattened

  • by the invisible mystic force of Aponi.

  • I couldn't believe what I had seen.

  • The thugs all dead at the hands of what

  • I thought was a crazy woman.

  • Aponi walked up to me, offered me her hand,

  • and I took it.

  • She helped me up.

  • She saw that I was shaking from complete shock,

  • she smiled.

  • But this smile wasn't sinister like the one

  • she was flashing the gangsters.

  • It was an understanding smile.

  • She whispered in my ear, "Delilah will be just fine."

  • And like that she walked out of my life

  • as quickly as she came into it.

  • I'm currently writing this as I sit next to Delilah,