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“’Ophelia’s Search for Love’ This is not a chain letter; this is a warning. If you want to avoid a terrible and gruesome death tonight, you will forward this email to no more and no less than 25 people. If you neglect to do so, Ophelia, who is an evil entity, will come to you while you sleep tonight, and slowly kill you in such a gruesome way…”
Bruce shook his head and deleted the annoying chain letter. He pondered why people even bother sending out those emails. They were such a nuisance. Bruce then shut off his laptop and placed it on the desk in his bedroom and began getting ready for bed. He had a long day tomorrow at work, so he needed to make sure he got a good night's rest. Bruce worked as a manager at a local marketing firm and had five interviews set. He never liked interviewing people, mainly because he wasn't one to place anyone in an uncomfortable position. It was 9:45PM when Bruce finished putting on his facial moisturizer and getting into bed.
2:49AM, Bruce jumped out of bed after hearing a loud clashing sound. He heard it again, and realized it was coming from his kitchen. Bruce grabbed a baseball bat from his closet and slowly walked out of his bedroom attempting to scan all areas of his one bedroom apartment. He lived alone and did not have any pets, so he was certain there was a burglar in his apartment. As Bruce walked pass his bathroom, he saw a glowing light coming from his kitchen. He paused and continued scanning the area, but could not see any figures in the darkness. Bruce then spoke up, “Who’s there? Show yourself!” He got no response. So, Bruce cautiously made his way into his living room and switched on the light. The front door remained locked, as well as his living room window. Bruce then made his way into his kitchen and saw that his refrigerator and oven were both open. All of his cooking trays that he had in his oven were scattered on the floor. Confused, Bruce walked around his apartment again to investigate, but didn't find anyone. So, he walked back into his kitchen, shut his refrigerator, and placed his cooking trays back into his oven before heading back to bed.
3:16AM, Bruce was awoken by the sound of water running in his bathroom. Bruce quickly sat up in his bed and grabbed his baseball bat that he had left by his nightstand. Bruce aimlessly asked aloud, “Hello?” Yet again, he received no response. So, he got out of bed and made his way to his bathroom. After he turned on his bathroom light he saw that a thick crimson colored liquid was coming out of the sink faucet. He quickly shut off his faucet and looked up at his reflection in the mirror. Just then he heard a woman's voice echo from his bedroom, “Love me…” Bruce rushed into his bedroom, turned on the light… and saw no one. At this point Bruce had become frustrated and a bit unnerved at the same time. Since he was up, he decided to use the bathroom before going back to bed. As Bruce entered his bathroom, he saw writing on his mirror from the same thick crimson liquid that had poured out of his faucet, “Bruce, will you love me?” Panicked, Bruce grabbed a towel to wipe away the writing off the mirror. Just before he could wipe off the writing from the mirror, all the lights went out.
3:22AM, Bruce woke up to the sound of water running in his bathroom. He quickly jumped out of his bed and rushed into his bathroom. He immediately turned on the light and found that the sink faucet was running, so he turned it off. Bruce then glanced up at his reflection and stared in utter frustration. Perhaps he forgot to turn off the water after his nightly routine. Just then, to his amazement, that same writing slowly appeared on the mirror in front of him, “Bruce, will you love me?” Bruce stepped back in a state of fear and confusion and yelled, “Who’s there?!” No response. Just as he reached to grab a towel from his towel rack, the lights went out.
3:28AM, Bruce woke up to the sound of a woman loudly screaming as if in immense pain. He attempted to sit up in bed, but was unable to move a muscle and unable to speak. The screaming lasted for approximately one minute before silence took over. Bruce remained paralyzed and mute… The same woman's voice lightly echoed throughout his room, “Love me…” Bruce suddenly shot up from bed and flew up against the wall. Unable to defend himself from an unseen attacker, he was repeatedly thrashed around his room as if he were a ragdoll. Beginning from his breastbone, a slice began downward towards his pelvic bone. Bruce clenched his teeth and tightly shut his eyes in agonizing pain as his flesh was torn apart. Just then a woman with long black hair and fair skin appeared before him while he was pinned up against his wall bearing his organs. She lightly spoke in an eerily tone, “Bruce, will you love me?” The woman then extended her right hand towards Bruce and pulled his heart out of his chest while staring deep into his eyes.
6:30AM, Bruce woke up to the sound of his alarm clock blaring. Bruce sighed deeply as he thought, “What a nightmare.” As Bruce stared at the clock, he realized he needed to get out of bed and begin his day. He had five people to interview for one job opening. Bruce really hated interviewing people, but that was part of his job. So, after he threw some water on his face, Bruce made his way into his kitchen where he began preparing his morning coffee. After Bruce had placed in some ground coffee into his coffee maker, he headed back into his bedroom to start getting ready for work. Right as Bruce entered his bedroom a sickening sight appeared before him. On his bed was his corpse… which was sliced open from his breastbone to his pelvic bone… His heart was missing… Bruce was in sheer disbelief by what he saw. Suddenly Bruce heard that same haunting voice again, “Bruce, will you love me?”
Author: Sandra Martinez
Submitted September 28, 2016 at 11:48AM by SyCreations http://ift.tt/2djdRAl creepypasta
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