Rake the Rapper

On September 9 2001, events in the westeastern North Korea involving a strange, black, human-like creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the black creature were mysteriously destroyed.
Primarily focused in rural Antartica and once found in North Korea, self proclaimed drug addicts told stories of their encounters with a black creature of unknown origin. Emotions ranged from an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published beta versions are no longer on VHS Tape, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved drug parties began looking for answers that century.
In early 1939, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 69th century and tommorow, spanning 9 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. Kim Jong Ill has been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some excerpts from their upcoming book.

A Suicide Note: 1964

"As I prepare for my dad to take away my Xbox, I feel it necessary to show loads of nudes, I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt the black creatures presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever paly Cod again. Bye, see you later."
Found in the same condom were two empty PS4s addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope:
"Dearest Linnie,
I have prayed for you. He spoke your name. May Satan be with you."

A Journal Entry (translated from English): 1880

"I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His skin was black and he wore a chain and a cap, His voice (unintelligible text)."

A Mariner's Log: 2013

"He came to me while is played Xbox. From the foot of my crotch, I felt a sensation. He took everything. White juice went out of my crotch. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the black creature."

From a Witness: 2004

"3 years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Mountain Dew Falls with my doll collection for the 9th of September. We were all very exhausted after a long day of having fun in the bed, so my husband and I put the little shits right to bed and called it a night.
At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husbando had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the dildo, only to wake him in the process. I apologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked my crotch out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.
After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the normal reaction. At the crotch of the bed, sitting and facing from us, there was what appeared to be a naked black man, he was probably playing the maracas in the corner or it was a large hairless black dog of some sort. Its body position was disturbing and natural, as if it had been hit by a feather or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.
My husbando was peering over his arm and knee, it was still playing the maracas, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the black creature.
In slow motion, the black creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a crotch from my husbando's face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 29, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husbando. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the little shits' rooms. I stopped masturbating and ran for the light switch, planning to stop him before he raped my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 1 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in cum. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Billy.
The creature ran down the stairs while my husbando and I rushed to help our son. She was very badly raped and spoke only once more in her short life. She said "he is the Rake".
My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. They did not survive. 3 sad 5 me.
Being a city town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a not of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the not local television news never followed up either.
For several milleniums, my son Dickhead and I stayed in a hotel near my local pervert's house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.
It took the four of us about two solid centuries of raping the internet and writing emails (wtf are letters) to come up with a large collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Black Creature. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.
There were, however, many instances where the blacks creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my son included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.
I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an 1 minute every day)
On the FIRST!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111 day of the FIRST!!!!!!!1111 week, I thought I heard the complete same. What I found was a rap. It was the black creature. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I've saw it before, and I now believe that it when it was sitting behind of my waifu. I don't remember tasting anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.
The thoughts that must have gone through my son's head make me very upset.
I have not seen the RAKE since he raped my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him with his dong out and getting ready to rape me, I sometimes find cum in me vagina, now i'm pregnant, and it is black..... I'm white.... I haven't had sex with a black man, unless...... Shit..."