Girl, Corrupted is an offbeat make-believe blog written by a lady named Monica, from New Jersey. She explains everything in her very first entry, just in case anybody takes her work seriously.
Okay, this is not a blog, see? This is merely an outlet for my storytelling and genius writing abilities.
That said, Girl Corrupted is a great way to kill time, as Monica spins her utterly surreal pseudo-fiction day by day. One of the earlier bits talks about her experience with Ron, a confused individual she found through an ad in the paper.
[The ad] listed a wide range of symptoms that could mean you are the victim of human experimentation. Some of the symptoms, such as sleepiness and irritability, were things that anyone might feel through the course of the day while others were diseases that people acquire and have nothing to do with being experimented on. Some were really funny, like being jolted awake in the middle of the night by beeping and clicking sounds.
Reminding yourself that none of this is true (although I suspect she was inspired by some weird ad she really did find in the paper) can become a rather distracting exercise, as she writes with the gusto of someone to whom it’s all really happening. And maybe it is, after a fashion. The problem is, you keep asking yourself if she’s just shitting you, and to what end.
I saw black boots stealthily coming down the decrepit stairs, followed by dark pants, and a black hooded sweatshirt. When the full form reached eye level to the window, it turned out to be a guy IN A FREAKING MICHAEL MYERS MASK.
I screamed.
He tilted his head as if puzzled by my reaction, because, you know, I could have smiled and waved.
It took me awhile but I finally learned to stopped dwelling on the fact that this was neither a journal nor straight fiction and trying to surmise which was which, and just let myself enjoy the experience. I think that’s how it was meant to be read in the first place.