Previously on Nevermore
I lay on the couch watching T.V. in the living room with my girlfriend. I haven't told her about the shower incident. With three different jobs, she doesn't need any more to worry about.
I lay awake in bed that night, trying to figure out what to do about this, when a couple ideas crossed my mind. 1: I could deal with this myself, and she wouldn't ever know, or 2: I could call in someone that could deal with it.
I decided to try and deal with it myself, and if that didn't work, I would have to tell her and call in someone who could deal with it. But I had no idea where to start.
I got up in the attic and found a few old cameras lying around. Before I went to bed, I set them up. I put one in every spot where I had had an incident so far: in the bathroom, the hallway, and the living room. I lay awake in the room until six in the morning, then I went and collected the cameras.
She made breakfast while I tried to pretend everything was fine. I barely ate any of it. I put the rest in the refrigerator. My appetite was low because I had barely slept in the past two days. I drank three cups of coffee, trying my best to wake up. I reviewed the cameras later on. I reviewed the one in the hallway. It showed a few small things, such as: a door slowly closing by itself, a bed matress being layed on when no one is there, stuff like that.
The one in the bathroom showed the shower curtain opening up by itself and the sink started running on it's own. But the one in the living room showed the most activity. In fact, the couch cushions had been thrown completely off the couch, the light had turned on and off on it's own, and books were laying open on the floor. I had to get it all cleaned up before my girlfriend woke up so she wouldn't find out. She went off to work while I had to call in sick to deal with this. I tried to come up with a remedy to get rid of this, but nothing.
I'm thinking about telling her, because she needs to know and it may be better with her helping me. But at the same time I don't want to put any more stress on her. I can't figure out whether I should or not.
I was contenplating this, when I heard a knock at the door. I went to open the door. Nothing was there. I slammed it. I was starting to get angry. I sat down and rationalized. I decided that's what whatever this thing was wanted: to make me miserable. I still had the decision on whether or not I should tell my girlfriend. I don't know. I layed on the couch trying to decide.
Continued in Episode 3. Thanks for reading. This story can also be found in r/creepypasta
Submitted January 19, 2018 at 05:42AM by sompthing_else http://ift.tt/2DlpSmq nosleep
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