The other day, I was writing on my laptop, when I received a message from someone calling themselves MRDR Face. I ignored it and continued working, but they continued to call. After the fifth time, I opened the message and saw myself. I was on the couch wearing a different outfit. The video was from a few days before. It was filmed from a corner in the doorway outside my living room. This was the only place they could've been watching me. I blocked the number and tried to figure out what to do. I looked around, but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, nothing that would prove there were any hidden cameras in my house.
The whole thing made me uneasy, so I left and went to the police station. They asked if I wanted to fill out a report, but thought that I had little to go on. I wasn't sure what to do, but they didn't seem to take the invasion of privacy too seriously. They told me that the most likely scenario was a friend messing with me. I tried to tell them that I don't know any friends that would want to set up a web cam in my apartment, but there seemed to be little they could do.
I thanked him for the help he provided and went home. I got a call. The phone number was from an 'Unknown Provider', but I answered. It was the exact conversation I had with the police officer. It played on a loop, before cutting out to the sound of nails scratching against metal. I continued to look around my apartment. Paranoia got the best of me, when I couldn't find my cat. My phone started beeping. I had a message sent via Skype. I went into the message and saw a live video of my cat looking for a way out of the refrigerator.
I ran to the kitchen and found the cat, startled but otherwise unaffected. He leapt from the refrigerator and off toward the other room. I could see myself on Skype. The camera was somewhere toward the back of the refrigerator. I thought that maybe I could show the police this video and end whatever was happening.
I heard what sounded like knocking on the door. I came to the living room. My television was on and someone was on the other side of the screen. He sat with my cat. The video must've been taken a few days before. The man on the other side of the screen wore all black, including a hard, black plastic mask and a button-up shirt with a bow-tie. The mask was shaped as a face... I was reminded of those death masks that cultures put on people moments before they die.
The man waved, while his other hand rubbed my cat’s stomach. My cat went right in his lap, until the man got on the ground and crawled toward the camera. The camera must've been located in my television. He didn't get up, but climbed over my coffee table, knocking over some magazines I'd left there, which I saw were still on the table at the moment. His face pushed real close to the camera, as he said "I see you". The laughter was the worst. He laughed so hard that I could hear the sound on his microphone cutting out, after his voice cracked and scraped, as he rolled over the floor.
The camera cut out to another moment, same angle, just him standing behind my couch. The next image was him behind the couch, but in mostly complete darkness, except for a light from the street, and me sleeping on the couch.
He crept closer and closer, staring over me at one moment and then sitting in front of me, between the couch and the coffee table. I pulled out my phone and tried to save a few of the images, even recording what I was seeing, but my phone froze. A voice cut over the images on the television and said, "Don’t do that". The screen of my phone returned, but it was loading. It wakes up with a few ringing bells, but this time, after these usual noises, I heard his voice in my phone repeating, "naughty" over and over.
My phone blacked out. The image of me standing in front of my television, real time, filled the screen. My every movement was being recorded. I followed the recording to where the camera had to be. I found it in a sliver. Really, it was the tiniest crack in the paneling on my wall and it hid in plain sight. If he never revealed this much I never would've found it. The sound of someone coughing to get my attention pulled me back into the living room. I was on the screen, but at a different angle. He'd set it somewhere in the corner of the room near the doorway. He set it again, each room, showing different angles, zooms, any possible perspective.
The last image he showed was him dressed in black in the middle of the day. The sun shined along my backyard patio. He had a box in one hand and a shovel in the other. He walked to the center of my back yard, dug a hole about two feet deep, put in the box and buried it. I went to the backyard and found someone's cat buried in the box. The cat had been crushed by someone's boot. It's insides were ripped out by a devastating impact.
I had my upstairs neighbors call the police.
Submitted May 11, 2017 at 12:30AM by Sin_Crow_7 http://ift.tt/2pxNOY4 nosleep
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