Happy Birthday, Jeremy nosleep

It was Jeremy's birthday yesterday. I told him I'd post. He seemed very happy to know I'd talk about him on here. While I'm here, I need to post about the nightmare in my bedroom. Here's a layout of my house. Imagine a door, walking in you are in the living room. There is a futon on the wall to the left and a 24" television on the other wall to the right. Just as well to the right is a kitchen. Straight ahead is the hallway with four doors; one on the left, and three on the right. The door on the left is my bedroom. The first door on the right is the bathroom. The second door on the right is the empty space where Jeremy sleeps. The third door is the closet where my wall is. I haven't been able to walk into my bedroom lately. The door always stays shut. I think my bedroom may be haunted.

I'm not crazy. My power is out because I don't have a job so I can't pay for it. I have windows but for some reason it is always dark out. It is pitch black. When I open the door to my room, it is even blacker than outside my windows. No whispers or anything but I insist it's haunted. Help me solve this problem. Still, this post isn't about me. Its about Jeremy. He wouldn't be happy to hear I'm hogging the spotlight. Jeremy is my dog, my best friend. We laugh together, cry together, I even put my fingers in his eye holes sometimes. He loves it. "Stop, it tickles!" he'll say. Jeremy has been ticklish for 16 years now. Tickling was his only entertainment growing up. He was always tied up because he was aggressive. Still, I love Jeremy. Is that weird? I'm sorry Jeremy if you're reading this. This is weird. I'm not crazy. I'm not. I've barricaded myself into this house for 6 years now. I'm avoiding the dark yelling figures. The scream from time to time. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" they'll ask. I want to be alone with Jeremy, that is all. They are jealous of Jeremy and want him for themselves. Secretly, I stole Jeremy from a mall in the pet store. They want him back. He is mine. Does that make me selfish? No. Yes. Maybe. I'm not sure. Maybe I should share Jeremy with everyone. Maybe the dark yelling figures are kind and gentle. Maybe they aren't. Am I pondering on this too much? Maybe a little. It makes me seem crazy. I'm not crazy. Ignore the dark yelling figures. Ever since I was locked in here, I've run out of food in the refrigerator. Jeremy was very independent. He would eat his arm. "It's fine." he'd say. Jeremy is so brave, courageous, captivating. His long, luscious hair. Beautifully blonde, like mine. Jeremy ate himself 'til he was full. Jeremy doesn't eat now. He also looks whiter now. I avoid petting him because the hair on his head is falling off. I'd take him to the vet but the dark yelling figures are out there. I have a wall. It doesn't seem like much but you have never had a wall. My wall is the best smelling wall I've ever had. The smell, the aroma; It brings a new atmosphere to the room. The room is brighter, I feel lighter, I feel like I can touch the sky. I love my wall. It is the best kind of high. I bet you wish you had a wall. It's ok though. It makes you slightly insane. It's an unenjoyable feeling. I'm not crazy, though. I sleep on the futon. I wake up hearing the dark yelling figures. "Her parents miss her." they say. I ignore them. They are demons from hell and I don't accept those things in my Christian home. I proceed to use the bathroom. The bathroom is where I pee, poo, and throw up blood. Pooing is my least favorite of the activities. It's not because every time I go, I cry myself to sleep. It's because I miss Jeremy. That makes me seem clingy. I'm not. I'm not crazy. Unlike Jeremy, I have to eat food. I have a cat. Her name is Mosophica. She had babies two years ago. They were all asleep. Mosophica didn't seem too well, though. I took out my 6' fish tank and filled it with water (when I still had water). I put Mosophica in there. She woke up swinging left to right. She was afraid of heights I just knew it. So I pushed her against the bottom of the tank so she knew it wasn't that far down. She calmed down and went back to sleep. The kittens never woke up. Mosophica never woke up. It must be a curse the dark yelling figures have placed on my household. From time to time, a critter will run out of the body of one of my sleeping beauties. I'm so hungry. This is all I have. I eat them. They taste so disgusting. I wash it down with some of Mosophica's water. The water is so brown and hairy. I would change it but the water has been shut off. Jeremy, the dark yelling figures are still out there. They talk louder and louder as I type this. They are asking me difficult questions only a professional would know. "Where is she?" "Where is Jessica located?" "She's only 16!' "Do you know what you did? Her parents are worried sick." Who's Jessica? Am I crazy? No. I'm not crazy. Jeremy, we must ignore the voices out there. Keep God in your heart and pray for them to be gone. Pray they find Jessica. That'll make them leave. Think of the happy times. Remember the memories; when you talked about your parents, colored a princess, put glitter in your brothers hair. Oh boy, I can imagine how angry he was. Most of all, remember the best day, my favorite day of all time, March 2nd, 2000. Happy Birthday, Jeremy! 

Submitted March 04, 2016 at 09:24AM by SnooInParentheses http://ift.tt/1UDsRqO nosleep