I have been thinking this to myself for the past few days. I have been thinking a lot about what is happening to me, and trying to make sense of it. I have been having a hard time living. I have been reading too much nosleep. Forgive me for rambling.
I love being scared. I play scary video games. I watch scary movies. I imagine things in the dark to scare me when my roommates are not home. These things give me a rush, which is why I was so drawn to nosleep about a year ago. It was my introduction to Reddit and the reason I made an account. I also had my own story to tell. I still love reading these stories, but I think I am paying for it now.
Being scared does not describe how I have been feeling. Imagine instead the feeling of knowing you are guaranteed at least one terrifying or strange encounter every few days, with no pattern in regard to when and where it will happen. The level of anticipation this brings you becomes a part of you, living in your gut and making your spine ache with tension like some awful parasite. I will list some of the events I have experienced chronologically:
Saturday, November 8 My roommates and I discover scratch marks on the inside of their bathroom door that start at about chest height. They arc to the right and continue all the way to the ground. Also, several of our light bulbs have gone out at once. These include two in the kitchen and the two that illuminate our front door. Prior to our front door bulbs going out, we noticed a significant amount of dead bugs in the area and that our door has become filthy.
Sunday, November 9 I have brunch with friends at a place downtown (I live in a large city in the northwest). The server was so cheerful that you would think her face rested in a smile. Her eyes did not complete her expression, nor did they convey the happiness in her voice. Those were blank. Lifeless. We made eye contact each time I looked at her. She asked me and another friend where we bought our unintentionally matching hats, as she wanted one for her boyfriend. She stared at me while both of us gave our replies. I made eye contact with her again and broke into a cold sweat. I became nauseous. I heard whispers of words I could not understand. Definitely not English, their cadence was panicky sadness and anger. The water she brought me began tasting like rust.
Wednesday, November 12 I wake up at 4:00am having fallen asleep some time around 9:00pm the previous night. Almost instantly, I notice two things that should not be happening. The door to my room and my closet are standing wide open, and I can hear the rhythmic suctiony sounds of someone repeatedly opening and closing the refrigerator. These are gentle motions. They are enough for me to hear agonal breathing. Peering around the corner, I can discern one of my roommates in the slow strobe. She is convulsing with each random gasp. I say her name and she shuts the fridge door hard. Everything stops and all in front of me is black. The anticipation in me made the silence roar. I sat and listened to it for several minutes, deciding whether to make my way to the nearest light switch that would require me to walk six feet toward the event I just witnessed. I noticed my right foot lurch forward. My body made the decision for me, likely out of pure survival instinct. When the light flicked on, she was still at the fridge. She turned toward me slowly and said in a monotone voice, "I said everything." She then walked into her room and closed the door behind her.
Submitted November 15, 2014 at 09:24PM by hoodieweatherforever http://ift.tt/1wEpBf1 nosleep
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