The Hunchback nosleep

Sometimes when scrolling thorough the /nosleep feed I find myself asking what the single most terrifying thing I have experienced in my life that I can share with these fine people. Honestly, I can't think of any one particular moment but a series of moments that string together despite seeming unrelated. Now I don't talk about these things often just because they're not something I find suitable for first encounters or even casual conversation. It just so happens that the readers of this community aren't in it for the value of conversation but the sharing of otherwise horrifying personal experience. I will start when I first started experiencing these strange occurrences that I briefly touched on in the aforementioned paragraph. I was about 9 years old, this was around 1998 or so, it was summer in Ohio, and the temperature is what I would now call average with a sweltering 98 degrees Fahrenheit. My house had no central air so it was always damn hot in our house, night and day, which made it all the more strange that I would find myself waking up at the top of the stairs in a cold sweat. When I woke up I remember staring down to the bottom of the steps into what I could describe as the darkest I have ever seen our house. There was no noise to be heard anywhere. No crickets. No wind. Nothing. Which was also weird as we lived right next to a heavily wooded area. I guess I should also briefly add that I had never previously had any issues with sleep walking. As a child I figured there had to be a reason that I had walked to the stairs in the middle of the night and trying as hard as I could the only thing I could think of was that maybe I was hungry. However, I did not want to traverse my rickety step to the first floor due to having the unnerving feeling that I was being watched. I quickly ignored this because I had in fact grown hungry. The feeling of dread started to evelop me as I made it further down the stairs. I tried to shrug off this feeling but it was truly overwhelming. I got to the last few steps and hurried quickly to the bottom and across the adjoining kitchen to the nearest light switch. This is actually one time I wish I would have just left the lights off... At first I didn't see anything because my eyes were still adjusting to the differences in light. After I had finally normalized I noticed something was very off about my house. There was blood EVERYWHERE on the floor. Some in splotches and some in streaks. Honestly, It looked as if someone had just been murdered. Before I jumped to any conclusions though I checked my mother's room which attached to the kitchen to make sure it wasn't her blood I was seeing. She was fine. Fast asleep. Sawing logs like Paul Bunyon. I started across the kitchen to investigate further in to the mystery blood. That's when I heard it. It was a raspy sound labored sort of breathing sound emanating from our living room. Oh crap! Thought to myself, Am I about to be next? The closer I got to the living room the louder and more frenzied the breathing started to sound. I got to the edge of the of the living room. The breathing was louder than ever. Sounding something like a very extreme asthma attack. Huuuuuuuungh ahhhhh, huuuuuuuungh ahhhh. So loud. It sounded lie it was my own brain. I reached for the light switch and flipped on the light. The breathing stopped. Suddenly the sound in my house went from just breathing to crickets, and wind chimes, and a breeze. You know, normal world sort of sounds. I turned around and saw that the blood was gone and everything seemed to be as normal as it was prior to me going to sleep that night. I looked at the clock on the microwave and it was flashing 12:00 just like if there had been a power surge of some sort. I didn't remember any lighting of any sort so I chocked it up to just being a hazard of living in a 100 year old house. I walked back into the kitchen and gleefully obtained a snack from the refrigerator then started back upstairs. As I did so I found myself smelling the foulest of odors. If you can imagine what low tide or rotting fish smells like, this was worse. It only got more pungent as I traveled more and more up the steps. I heard my brother stir in his room but only briefly so I don't know if he ever smelled this hideous aroma. I made it to second floor and before I turned the corner of so I could head in the direction of my bedroom, I heard it again. That horrible breathing sound. Which was now accompanied by the overwhelming smell of rot and death. I was too scared to round the corner and try to catch a glimpse of what it was that was generating the sound. I was also too tired to just sit there at the top of the stairs and wait for morning. Especially since I had no clue how long it was until that point. I had come to a point of literal mental paralysis because of my young brain's lack of problem solving skills. I had to do it. If it was some sort of intruder I needed to be brave and scare them out of my house. Or die. The was the other option. Either way I think that rest would come to me at some point. I stood up and took in a deep breath, trying my hardest not to vomit. I rounded the corner and began sprinting toward mt bedroom. I made it about halfway across our rec room before I stopped dead in my tracks. I looked up and saw what appeared to be a man standing in nothing but his underwear. He was standing very strangely with his knees cocked inward and his head slumped forward but looking up so as to give the effect of his back being hunched. I stumbled around the room quietly hoping that who or what ever this was hadn't yet detected my presence. I found a small toy flashlight shaped like a basset hound on the floor of our rec room and took a couple of steps away from the hunchback... When I turned on the flashlight I had two simultaneous feelings. 1. The feeling that I had made a terrible mistake and 2. The feeling of my death being imminent. I shined the flashlight at the hunch back and saw that everything from his ears up were missing. Just like if someone had eaten the business end of a firearm, leaving an open cavity of teeth and flesh that was oozing blood onto the floor. Upon further inspection it also appeared as if he was holding some sort of unidentifiable sharpened object in his left hand. He started to lift his left hand. I took a step back before realizing that he was lifting his hand to his stomach, which I somehow felt even more reserved about being present for. He began slicing his belly downward straight down the middle and I watched as his intestines, small and large, fell to hang just about the carpet. That was then the teeth started to grow. Slowly...but quick enough to know that my young life was in danger. The open wound of his belly had begun to open and close as if it were an independent being breathing separate from what it was attached to. It heaved itself at me with such speed I had a hard time reacting fast enough. I had barely missed being grabbed by this hideous creature but I could see my bedroom from where I stood and the route was clear. I ran to my room and locked the door. It wasn't long after that that the beast started to try and get to me. I just sat and cried. I cried for hours as the banging on my door continued well into the early morning. I finally made it to sleep at some point but awoke to my brother looming angrily over me and my mother asking why my door had been locked. I didn't have the heart or the articulation at that point to describe to them what I had witnessed so I told them I just had a nightmare and left it at that. Just as a reminder before I conclude my story. I want you to remember that this was only the start of a lifetime of horrifying encounters with inexplicable things such as the above. I will be updating soon. Thanks for reading. 

Submitted June 02, 2016 at 02:04AM by MuchAdultVeryWow http://ift.tt/1t24uJG nosleep