This entire thing started when I went to my Aunt's house. She lives a few states away from me. I never really knew her- she and my dad weren't close. One day she called me up and asked if I wanted to come by and spend some time with her. I needed a break from school, so I took up her offer.
She turned out to be pretty cool- she liked the same music as me, read the same books as me, and watched the same shows as me. We even discussed how canon Destiel was.
It wasn't long until things started to get weird. And I mean weird. I noticed that she had an upside-down cross beside her bed. That frightened me. I'm not even religious and it still freaked me out. She always went in the shed out back. I never really bothered to go in there and check out what she was doing but I knew she would yell if I went near it. As a teenager, I thought I was probably a sex torture dungeon, but she ceased to have guys back there. I noticed she liked to talk to herself, and her hands were always twitching. I also soon realized that all of the food in the refrigerator was rotting. Spoiled milk, rotten eggs, molding meat, etc. I was disgusted.
I was ready to leave by Tuesday. This shit had turned out like the visit, and I'm not about that life. I finally understood why my dad never communicated with her- because she was batshit crazy.
I ended up telling her some bullshit lie about how I had exams coming up soon.
"Oh, stay another day, Ro," she said, "there's a craft fair tomorrow. Besides, I haven't taken you to that diner I was telling you about,"
I politely declined but noted how she was pinching herself. It was only her left hand. Always.
I packed my bags and got on the train back home. She kept pestering me to stay but I didn't want to. Why would I? She was creepy as fuck.
During the train ride, she called me at least sixteen times. I didn't answer any of the calls. If I forgot something, it didn't matter, I wasn't going back there. She was insane.
About twenty minutes ago a chick who worked here walked into my car and told me there was a call for me. It was my aunt. I told her I didn't know anyone.
Here's the real nightmare.
I called my dad to ask about her, and guess what he said?
He told me to get the hell away, because she had spent the last fourteen years in a mental ward. She killed her baby daughter by stabbing her because "the voices told her too".
I'm typing this now. She continues to text and call. I'm freaking out. I just don't know what to do...
Submitted October 25, 2015 at 06:40AM by bluechemicals http://ift.tt/1XqVfMz nosleep
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