Nosleep, my name’s Steven. I’m relatively new here. I’ve lurked on reddit for quite some time, and would oft venture to NoSleep to add a little excitement to my dark nights. However, now, instead of for entertainment, I come for help. Well, I’m not even sure you can help. I come for a listening ear. My mother is missing, and so are six hours of my day. I’ve already gone to the cops, but what they’re calling a “blackout” has me under suspicion. I’m staying with my dad right now, as he’d moved out a few years back, after they had divorced. I’m typing this out for you, nosleep, as I can only assume this is the single place where people won’t think I’m crazy.
This is my second year away from home for college. This time of year is nice. Us college students get a nice break from the stress of classes, and coursework. I was looking forward to my holiday break with my family. My school is approximately six hours away from my mom’s house. I left my apartment around seven in the morning. I wanted to get the long drive out of the way. While I drove, I’d give my mom updates. I’d let her know every fifty miles or so. When I got off the freeway, I could feel something strange. I don’t want to sound like I’m crazy, but, I swear… As soon as I came off that offramp, I felt like I was being followed. I’d keep checking my mirrors, and there’d be no one. Out of the corner of my eyes, it would feel like everyone was watching me. I grabbed my phone to text my mom, letting her know I was close. I had a picture message from her. There was no text attached to the image, and, honestly, I’m not sure what it’s a picture of. I’m not even sure how to describe it.
I was about five minutes from home, and that picture had me concerned. I went ahead and called my mom, as opposed to texting her. It rang a few times, and, finally, just before I thought she wouldn’t answer, she did, “Please tell me you aren’t already here. I’m taking a dump.” I couldn’t help but laugh. That particular answer diffused just about all of the tension. That “watched” feeling all but disappeared. I asked what the fuck the deal was with the picture. “What picture?” I shrugged it off as some glitch, and told her I’d show her later. I let her know how close I was, and she started ranting about something Buster, her dog, did this morning. Apparently, he’d been staring at the wall, barking his little heart out.
By the time she finally finished her story about Buster, with all the unnecessary details mothers often fill their stories with, I was almost there. As I started attempting to hang up, with all the, “Yeah, Mom,” and the, “Okay, Mom,” I turned the corner onto the cul de sac, on which my mother’s house was the end of the street. As soon as my mom’s house came into view, a sound blared into my ear from my phone, that I can only describe as akin to all of the separate dial-up sounds, laid over one another. I obviously threw the phone away from my ear, and just as quickly as the sound began, it ended.
The first sign that something was off, when I’d arrived, was that her car wasn’t in the driveway. She does have a garage, but it’s so filled with her junk, that she’s never been able to fit her car in it. At the time, I dismissed it, thinking that maybe my mom finally cleaned out the garage. I pulled up, and, as I was collecting my things, my phone, my keys, my wallet, before heading in, I checked my watch. 12:30pm. I got here sooner than I’d expected. I heard what sounded like two men having a conversation while walking down the street. I turned my head up, to see who it was, but the voices disappeared as soon as my eyes turned to the sidewalk. That cold, watched feeling rushed back, tenfold. I looked around the entire neighborhood, hoping to see someone. Even if they were watching me, it would at least make me feel less crazy.
I got out of the car and hurried to the front door. I opened it with ease, as it was unlocked. Now, it’s not strange at all that the door would be unlocked. She lives… Or… Lived? I don’t know… It was a nice neighborhood. We’d leave the door unlocked, because we knew we had nothing to worry about. The strange thing about the door, was that the handle was ice cold. Sure, a door handle might get cold during winter, but she lives in California, and it was 80 degrees outside, when I got there. I opened the door, and a slow, crawling cold breeze made its way out of the house.
I walked in. It was empty. Completely empty. Buster didn’t greet me at the door. The furniture was gone. It was dead silent. I called out, “Mom? Buster?” I waited a few moments, hoping for a response. The only thing I heard was a quick, sudden thud from one of the upstairs bedrooms. I went to the kitchen to grab a knife before going upstairs. There were no knives. There was nothing. Not even her refrigerator. All of the cabinet doors were wide open, revealing empty cabinets. I heard another thud, this time from a different room. I ran to the base of the stairs, broke off one of the support beams of the banister, and ran upstairs with my impromptu weapon. I went to the door to the room from which I heard the thud last, my mom’s room. At the door, I called out, “Hello? Anyone in there?”
I waited. No response. I called out again, “Hello? I’m calling the police!” I pulled my phone out, and went to dial 911, but my phone was off. I held the power button to turn it on. Nothing. I heard another thud, and, this time, I didn’t hesitate. I kicked open the door, and got ready to kill whatever was in there… But the room was just as empty as the others. The walk-in closet door was open, showing that the closet was just as empty as the rest of the house. I took a moment to gather my thoughts. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Then, I heard the front door slam shut. I ran out of the bedroom, and to the balcony overlooking the family room and the front door. I didn’t see anything. I sprinted down the stairs, and opened the front door, hoping to catch whoever I’d thought I’d heard running away.
I saw nothing. However, I heard something. That same sound, the one I heard on the phone. The overlapping dialup sounds. This time, however, it felt like they were coming from inside of my head. It was deafeningly loud, and, for a moment, I dropped to my knees, overcome by the pain in my ears. Again, just as quickly as the sounds started, they ended. However, upon getting outside, I noticed something had changed. It was dark out. The moon was shining. I checked my watch. 7:00 p.m. I was only in the house for five, maybe ten minutes. How the fuck did I lose six hours?
I pulled out my phone, to try to turn it on again. It was already on, and had already dialed 911, and it was already ringing. The 911 dispatcher was kind and very helpful, and there were no hitches in the process. The cops were there almost immediately, and they walked through the house, but found nothing. When I recounted my events to them, the fact that I lost six hours obviously came up, and Richards, one of the cops, a short, fat man, started keeping his eye on me, even when attempting to appear as though he wasn’t. We went to the station, and filled out all the necessary paperwork. They sent me on my way, with a 24 hour escort, more to keep an eye on me, than to protect me.
I called my dad, and told him what happened, and he was more than willing to let me crash at his place. That’s where I am now, and I’m writing this to you. I can’t help but feel like they missed something when they went through the house. There has to be something. What do I do? I have nowhere else to go. Nosleep, give me something.
Updates to come.
Submitted December 11, 2014 at 01:17PM by somethingoddnosleep http://ift.tt/1z9IYk0 nosleep
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