Don't feel like sleeping? Great, neither do I...
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A couple of months ago my friend’s cousin (a single mother) had gotten a new cellphone. After a long day of work, she placed her phone down on the counter and started watching T.V. when her son came to her and asked if he could play with her new phone. She told him to not call anyone or mess with text messages and he agreed to do so. At around 11:20pm when she was getting tired, she decided to tuck her son in and go to bed herself. She proceeded to his room to see that he wasn’t there. She went to her room to find him sleeping on her bed with the phone in his hand. Browsing through her phone, she noticed only minor changes such as a new background, banner, etc. and headed towards the picture section. She began deleting the pictures he took when she came across the last one taken by someone else above him. It shows the left half of what seems to be an elderly woman’s face.
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This picture was taken on a mobile phone and the little girl you see crying refused to go into the group as she said the little boy was scaring her. Thinking very little of her tantrum, the little girl’s mom (who took the picture) later discovered what the little girl was crying about. Look closely at about knee level, between the 2nd and 3rd girl in from the left. That, I suspect, is the reason the little girl was crying.
See it?
See it?
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I’ve been lying down for hours now. It’s 5:35 A.M. and there’s not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I’m in the same room with my parents. They keeps looking at me, and I can’t help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There’s the strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear.
Here’s the thing. The second I make any hint that I’m not asleep anymore, I’m completely fucked. I will die and there’s nobody around to save me. I’ve been trying to think of a way out but the only idea I have is to rush for the door and run outside the front door and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It’s risky, but if I stay here, I’ll surely die. He’s waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.
You’re probably wondering what’s going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes.
About three hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check on the noise before realizing I had to use the restroom. Instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could’ve gotten myself killed right then from my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. I got very worried and ran back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the pussy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that it was just some really vivid dream or something.
But I heard my bedroom door open. Like the terrified child I was, I peeked from under my blankets to see what was going on. I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room. It was not human, I can tell you that. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with it’s back slouched as it dragged my parents. But this thing was much smarter than any caveman. It was aware of what it was doing.
It propped my dad up on the edge of the bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. it then started rubbing it’s hands upon the walls, staining them with blood and then drew a circle with the devil’s pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece. To finish it off, it scribbled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness.
It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.
The scariest thing is now, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness since then and I can read the message on the wall. I don’t want to look at it, because it’s terrifying to think about. But I feel I need to see it, before I’m killed.
I peek at the creature’s masterpiece.
”I know you’re awake.”
Here’s the thing. The second I make any hint that I’m not asleep anymore, I’m completely fucked. I will die and there’s nobody around to save me. I’ve been trying to think of a way out but the only idea I have is to rush for the door and run outside the front door and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It’s risky, but if I stay here, I’ll surely die. He’s waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.
You’re probably wondering what’s going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes.
About three hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check on the noise before realizing I had to use the restroom. Instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could’ve gotten myself killed right then from my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. I got very worried and ran back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the pussy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that it was just some really vivid dream or something.
But I heard my bedroom door open. Like the terrified child I was, I peeked from under my blankets to see what was going on. I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room. It was not human, I can tell you that. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with it’s back slouched as it dragged my parents. But this thing was much smarter than any caveman. It was aware of what it was doing.
It propped my dad up on the edge of the bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. it then started rubbing it’s hands upon the walls, staining them with blood and then drew a circle with the devil’s pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece. To finish it off, it scribbled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness.
It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.
The scariest thing is now, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness since then and I can read the message on the wall. I don’t want to look at it, because it’s terrifying to think about. But I feel I need to see it, before I’m killed.
I peek at the creature’s masterpiece.
”I know you’re awake.”
Out!
