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Podcast Hauntings Part I
Hey, [REDACTED],
Hey! Hope life is treating you well! Saw on social media you've avoided Covid too -- just got my antibodies checked again! We should hang out soon?
Look, I get it. We haven't talked in like...fifteen years. And I know what happened that night was But we didn't have a falling out, right? It was more of a drifting apart, yay college, heh. Friends until the day we die... that's what we always said that night, right? I mean if you called me tomorrow....no, okay. I probably wouldn't have even listened to the voicemail for weeks. So I have no right to be writing this email, asking you for help. (Is this even still your email? Mine hasn't changed in fifteen years.)
I think I need help. I think it might be supernaturally related. It's...christ it's now almost 2 3 AM, so bear with me if I'm a little weird in the words. I haven't slept a full night in weeks. I know people say that, but I am talking spurts of half hours. It's -- well that's not important.
So, I am still a writer! I write audio dramas now for a living. Well, I say a living. I write them for money, but I have to still.... it doesn't matter. I make money at it, so I can say I am professional right? I hope you're still doing some writing too! Did you keep that demon dictionary? I know we said we'd get rid of it but
Anyways, remember how we used to go to all those author signings, and they would talk about characters coming to life, taking control of the story through the author. It was always so metaphorical, blah blah, and like that's really cool! But I never really once believed an author was being held at knife point over a story from a character. They didn't....actually come to life.
[REDACTED], I swear I have no other way to say this. I think I am being haunted by the characters in this audio fiction I'm working on.
It's a cool show, life in a weird small town. Reminds me of that show your dad used to love - Twin Peaks? Get a lot of vibes from that show in so much media these days. Don't ask me how many times I've watched Gravity Falls. Anyways, I've been working on this podcast for four months now, and it's going pretty great! Got some good traction, amazing sponsors lined up -- even got a few guest voice actors that would make teenage us scream in delight! It's a wonderful mixture of horror and comedy -- I am loving working on it. My first solo written episode airs soon!
But... at some point the voices started. I could hear them everywhere, constantly coming from behind me. Then it was the dreams.
And now I'm CERTAIN I've seen one of them. I don't know how else to explain it. They.... I mean they aren't... I'm going to have to explain this to you in person.
The last person I tried to get to help me said i was overreacting this isn't scary enough to keep me from sleeping my trauma wasn't enough for them
This isn't me just hallucinating from a lack of sleep. If I sleep for longer than a couple of hours, I risk dying. I've come too close to death so many times now. The bruises oh God and that time I woke up feeling a hand on my throat? The comments that week
I need your help. Can you call? I know it's been years. But I don't know who else to trust with this kind of secret. You're the only other person who remembers what happen that night. I don't think it's related, but... I don't know who else to turn to at this point who won't instantly try to talk me into a 72 hour hold.
I hope you still check this email. If you do, give me a call at 404-44x-xxxx
-Mel
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Nia
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In Solitudine et in Tenebris
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SPOILERS :: THE LEFT RIGHT GAME
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Yall I am in shambles. My friend convinced me to listen to the Creepcast cover of The Left Right Game, a 10 part r/nosleep work.
I just got to the part of the group exiting Jubilation, and my stomach hurts. I've sat through the horrors of Borrosca, the angst of Penpal, and the dark story of 1999. The mental image of Ace getting dragged out of the car by the two towmen, for whatever reason, is what broke me. Throughout the whole narration, as plain as it was, made my stomach churn, and my guts flip. I haven't had that sickly feeling since watching that movie "9". It's an hour after the fact, and I still feel nauseous. Thank you Randohorn on twitter.com for convincing me to listen to it, it's so worth it.
#the left right game#creepcast#r/nosleep#no sleep#im in shambles#please go listen to it#Its so worth it
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Why did we, as a society, shift from creepypasta to true crime?
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Have you read or listened to any No Sleep Reddit Horror stories? If so, what's your favorite? :) Btw I love Left in Lincoln so much. It's so eerie and beautifully written :)
Tysm and great question! It's been a long time.
Here's one that stuck with me: Balloons, and its other chapters. Balloons is like a prequel to Footsteps which came first. But Balloons recounts a very "what could go wrong" kindergarten class project involving attaching a Polaroid and note to a balloon and letting it go. The whole story was deliciously creepy.
I also remember getting into one about a doppelganger but there are so many of those and i don't recall enough to narrow it down. I think it involved some texts about calling out of work. Honestly the whole doppelganger concept creeps me out so much, I love it. Reading the Wikipedia page for doppelgangers is enough to send a chill down my spine LMAO.
I'm so picky that I think I lost patience starting so many that I couldn't get or stay into. But I also think my ability to suspend disbelief has improved a lot over the years so maybe I'll take another gander one day. Recommendations welcome.
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people who narrate scary stories on the internet always have the sexiest voices and for what
they’re literally talking about a demonic being massacring a family of four but i’m just horny
#this post is about#mr nightmare#david near#dr nosleep#or#dr no sleep#whichever spelling#feel free to add on
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I'm Never Going to Summer Camp Again
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Last school year we had a new kid, let's call her Tiffany or Tiff for short. She definitely reeked of R & R (Rich 'Rents) which made sense because I go to a private school on scholarship. Any who, we became friends pretty fast. She hated the other kids in our grade, especially because they tried to suck up to her the second she walked into class. Apparently, she was draped in the best designer, some before they were released to the public. Everyone wanted to be her friend and there were rumors her parents were celebrities or something.
Tiff transferred in near the end of the school year which was odd and she never explained to me why. I didn't care too much if I'm being honest. She invited me over for dinner one night and I was excited because she told me all about her dogs and cats! It was a fun night of cuddles, pets and the most delicious pizza I have ever had the honor of eating. They make it in their yard on a grill/smoker whatever. It held all of the finest ingredients and danced in my mouth all the way down to my stuffed belly.
Her parents asked her if she was excited for summer camp and she shrugged, leaning her head on her hand, "I thought it'd be cool if I could stay here with Bella for the summer..."
They looked at each other and sighed. Simultaneously they perked up and faced us, you could almost see the image of a lightbulb hovering above their heads. "Why doesn't Bella go with you? Wouldn't that be fun?"
She sits up straight and asks me, "Would you want to? Would your mom let you?"
I look down at my lap and fiddle with my fingers, "I don't think we could afford it. I'm sorry."
I never was a clingy person, nor did I care about having friends or not, but I suddenly felt a wave of separation anxiety at the thought of not seeing Tiff during the summer. I hope she wouldn't find a new best friend and forget all about me next year, or worse; transfer schools again.
I flinch when her parents laugh together. Her Mom cradling a glass of wine with her other hand over her chest, "Oh nonsense! If your Mom is okay with it then we wouldn't mind taking care of that for you!"
I perk up, but sink back down after thinking about it for a moment, "My Mom would never accept that... She hates when people try to help us with money."
Her Mom does that thing people do when they are reacting to something they think is sweet and pitiful, making her look like one of those fish with upside down looking mouths. Tiff's Dad speaks up, "Well, we do get a discount now that Layla works there! We can talk to her ourselves if you'd like!"
I turn my head to the side and Tiff understood my confusion, "Layla's my big sister. She's a camp counselor there, but she's totally lame now."
We giggle and her Mom rolls her eyes then playfully back hands her Dad on his shoulder when he begins to chuckle too. "Well that settles it! We can talk to your Mom when we drop you off later!"
I was surprised when my Mom said yes, but I didn't dare question it either. Camp was supposed to start a week after the school year but I was packed way before then. When her parents come to pick me up, my Mom ran through the long list of things I already triple checked that I packed. We gave each other a tight, long hug. This is the first time I have ever been away from home for longer than a night, let alone three hours away from each other. I'm not one who normally gets nervous, but this is new for me. I'm so used to being able to run to my Mom whenever I was in trouble or worried about something. What if I hated camp? I couldn't immediately go back home even if I wanted to! I mean, I know if it was an emergency she would drop everything and find a way to come and get me. The good thing is Tiff's parents said they have great cell phone reception so if I'm feeling homesick I can call her whenever I want.
When we arrived at camp, all of my anxieties fell away. It was beautiful! There were 100 kids of different ages gathered in an organized crowd and a straight line of 12 adults, one being Layla who was pointed out by Tiff.
There were 10 cabins, a mess hall, a lake, and a huge boathouse all that surround the gorgeous center of the campgrounds. It reminds me of the quads I would see on my college visits, but less artificial.
The grass was mowed recently, but was left with a couple of inches which complimented the bushes, trees and flowers in bloom. There were a few boulders that one could easily climb and sit on with a friend, and there was one in particular that stood out amongst the rest. I don't even know if it qualifies as a boulder, or if you would call it a mini cliff. It was in the shape of an upside down scalene triangle. It doesn't look naturally shaped that way, but it feels as if it has existed here longer than anything else.
When I would inch closer to it, an eerie feeling crawled along my arms and spine giving me goosebumps. I didn't think too much of it at first, but I always fastened my pace whenever I walked by it.
Towards the end of our time at camp, we were getting ready to have a final celebration. There was going to be a performance given by each cabin; some dance numbers, singing and one cabin even wrote their own little play to perform. I didn't want to leave! Everyone was so nice and fun, we did all sorts of cool things but I knew I'd be back one day. Hell, this made me want to become being a camp counselor. That was until, the day of the performances. The last day at camp.
I found out that we would be performing under the creepy boulder, as an odd stage of sorts. I thought maybe since the boulder slanted up at an angle it helped block the sun or something. When I asked why, nobody knew. Tiff said it's just what they always have done.
The counselors laid out a bunch of picnic blankets for us to sit on, separating us by cabins and organizing it in order of performance. There were two rows, and each group would get up starting from the first set of blankets on the left to the right.
The energy was off somehow, I couldn't figure out why. I couldn't enjoy myself through the performances, I faked my applause and smile. My heart rate spiked a bit more after every performance. Ours was the last to go on; our cabin had been practicing a dance but I was awfully embarrassed to dance in front of a crowd, so I exaggerated how bad my period cramps were so they wouldn't force me to participate.
When our cabin was done, a woman took the 'stage' and her booming but melodic voice slid into my ears, temporarily drowning out the uneasiness that has grown in the pit of my stomach. At first, I assumed she was a camp counselor but the longer I looked at her I couldn't place her at all in my memories.
"Wow those were some amazing and creative performances! Let's give it up for each other and ourselves! Now, the moment we all have been waiting for! A tradition we have been maintaining for almost 170 years! The Treasure Hunt!"
Everyone around me cheered and I gave Tiff a confused look, but she just kept staring straight ahead. I gently nudged her with my elbow and she didn't budge. I thought it was weird but brushed it off as her trying not to be rude while the lady was talking... which in hindsight, was a first.
"Now you all know the rules and you all know the stakes! All around the campgrounds are 111 hidden bars of gold! You will have to look high and low, sometimes even deep! Whoever takes one will get to bring it home with them and whoever doesn't..... welll let's hope that isn't you!"
She laughs and everyone joins her, but all of their laughs are the same... and every single one of them is laughing, at the same exact intervals. The monotone choir filling me with apprehension towards this treasure hunt. I nudge Tiff again and she doesn't budge, just continues to laugh. I wave my hand in front of her face and nothing! I wish I ran as far as I could, but I didn't know then what I know now.
"Alright Campers! On my count! 10!"
I jump as the choir shouts in unison,
"9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! TAKE IT ALL!"
Within milliseconds everyone, including the counselors, collectively shoots up and runs in every single direction. I'm glued to the ground and am frozen in shock at the events that follow.
Maybe a dozen kids stay close by and dig into the ground with their arms, eyes expressionless but the rest of their face is scrunched as they ferociously heave dirt out with occasional grunts. My eyebrows arch in confusion and concern, some of them are digging so fast they constantly fling dirt in their own face and yet they remain unfazed. Focused.
I look back at the 'stage' and the lady is still there, standing in the same exact spot, unbothered. She halfheartedly observes with a neutral expression on her face.
I finally gain the strength to stand, and I turn around and see a few kids had climbed on top of the cabins. One of them is jumping up and down, holding what I assumed is one of the 'gold bars'. In what felt like slow motion, I reached my hand forward and yelled "WATCH OUT" as I am forced to observe only the first act of viciousness of the afternoon. Behind him a girl shoves her shoulder hard into his back and he stumbles close to the ledge. The gold bar falls from his hands and something compels me towards it.
Without realizing, I am sprinting in the direction of the cabin and I pick up the bar. Once it's in my hands, time stops for a moment. It's not warm or cool. The texture is like flour, but when I remove one hand, there is no dust, powder or excess of any kind on my fingers. It's a single solid piece of gold.
My worry snaps me out of the time trap when I feel a hard thump echo in the ground below me. I slowly turn and see the boy laying on the ground, groaning in pain. It wasn't a deadly fall, but he definitely broke his ankle. He's laying on his stomach and his foot has twisted in a 180 motion as the toe of his shoe points at the sky.
All of a sudden, I feel it. I feel the collective hunger within me; it's not greed... no it's, it's like an urgency. I don't want to hold this bar... I need to. The girl jumps off of the roof, rolls on the ground into an upright position and stares through me. I hold the bar like a football in my left arm, and I hold up my right arm in front of me, bending 90 degrees at the elbow horizontally as I slam the side of my forearm into her neck. She gasps and steps to the side holding where I took her breath. I run without giving her a second thought.
I run towards the boulder. There are maybe 20 kids sitting down, scattered amongst the blankets. Once I reach my cabin's blanket, I recognize the familiarity of the current seating arrangement. Everyone is sitting back to where they originally were seated, some of them with dirt stuck to their arms and faces. Some with random cuts and developing knots. Out of instinct I didn't have before, I lift up my legs in a half jump and land hard on my ass. It hurts, but the anxiousness has completely disappeared.
I look around back to the grass and there are only a few kids still digging and two kids wrestling over a bar. Wait, no. One of them is a counselor. They both end up back on their feet and in one swift motion she kicks the kid square in his chest. When he falls backwards, she scoops the bar and sprints back to her cabin's blanket.
I glance back to the kid and watch him start to dig another hole, until a bar soars through the air landing in front of him. Unflinchingly, he immediately grabs it and zips over to his cabin's blanket. I look in the direction of which the bar came from and there are a few kids who have now separated, continuing the search for a gold bar.
A sense of calm has taken over my mind and body, I don't even register Tiff sitting back down next to me. She doesn't acknowledge me and faces forwards towards the 'stage'.
Kids and counselors zoom in sporadically until almost everyone is back in their seat. Out of the corner of my eye I see a woman limping towards us. It's Layla. I thought she might've broken her foot, but there is a kid clinging to her leg. She's clutching the bar tight and every few steps tries to shake him off but he won't budge. Once she gets close enough that I think she's going to make it, he opens his mouth wide and chomps deeply into the side of her calf. Her blood cloaks his braces, lips, chin and runs down to her foot. He lets go once she drops the bar out of pain. He snatches it up and races to his spot, not even bothering to wipe the blood off his mouth.
The lady on the stage bellows an apology,
"I'm sorry, but that was the last gold bar. Congratulations to everyone that has successfully taken one! You should be very proud of yourselves! As for you, Layla is it? I'm afraid we can't help you... you will be missed."
My fear roars back into my stomach. What the fuck is she talking about. Layla collapses onto her knees, sobbing. The lady gives us a final statement,
"Alrighty, well I'm afraid that's the end of today's festivities! Thank you for sharing some of your lovely summer with us, we hope to see you again next year! Grab your bags from your cabins and make your way towards the parking lot, your families are waiting for you there. Take care now!"
Tiff snaps back to life and looks at me, smiling,
"Did you like it here? I know it's kind of lame and childish, but I had a lot more fun since you came along!"
My jaw drops and I am too stunned to speak, all I can muster is the smallest of nods. She gives me a confused look with a small smile. She giggles and pulls me into a side hug,
"Thank you for making me feel like I am not alone. You're my best friend."
My bottom lip becomes dry because I lost all function in my face, I gain enough strength to squeak out,
"Uh huh."
She let's go of me and runs to the cabin. I reluctantly follow after her and we walk to the parking lot in silence. When we get there we see her parents are already there and they're talking to Layla. At once, they hug her tightly and ignore the bleeding on her leg. Her mom opens her eyes, pulls back and grins at us when we walk up,
"Hey girls! How was camp?"
Before she can reply, Layla walks away like a zombie back to camp. Tiff rolls her eyes and hides a smile,
"I guess it was good, thank you for letting me bring Bella!"
"Of course! We love Bella! I'm glad you two had a good time! Hey Bella, did she tell you this is where her father and I met?!"
"Ughh Mom, I don't want to hear this again!"
"What? I just wanted to tell Bella the story, she hadn't heard it yet! C'mon now it's a funny story!"
Tiff grunts, rolls her eyes and grabs my bag. Her Dad then steps forward and grabs our stuff and throws it into the already open trunk. He slams it shut, places his hands on his hips and smiles. He arches his back, reaches one arm over his head towards the opposite side and then after a few seconds he repeats with the opposite arm.
"Alright my fair ladies, let's get this long road trip moving! Bella, I know your Mom misses you a ton, let's get you back A S A P!"
Layla walks back by us with a bag towards what I assume is her car. She opens the door and carelessly tosses her bag in.
Tiff covers her eyes with her hands,
"God Dad, you're so embarrassing! Let's go."
She moves to the car, but I can't take my eyes off of Layla. I can't shake off everything that has just happened. Why the fuck are they all acting so casual? Layla opens the driver's door and slides in. She turns on the car, resting her hands on the wheel and stares through the window.
"Bella, you coming?"
After a few seconds, I walk to the opposite side of the car and hop in without saying a word. Her Dad turns on the radio and starts singing along to a song he clearly doesn't know the words to, making her Mom laugh and clap. He reverses slowly then gears into drive. He starts to turn but before he can move forward, Layla's car screeches and cuts in front of us. She swerves to the right and maybe 100 feet later she crashes into a tree.
I can't blink, I can't breathe, I have loss control of my regular bodily functions. The only relief I get is the thought of her parents finally addressing whatever the fuck this is! But, to my dismay, they continue to sing along to the radio and drive carefully unperturbed.
As we drive by, I stare at Layla's destroyed vehicle. Her head crashed through the front window, colliding with the tree. The glass shards sticking out of her sides, bleeding profusely. She twitches a few times, and I can't take my eyes off of her. I turn and look through the back window and watch her go limp. Her Dad turns up the radio even louder.
(below is the ending I added to fit r/nosleep's guidelines)
When I got home I collapsed into my mom's arms crying and I tried to tell her what happened. She called Tiff's parents and they said that Tiff was an only child, there is no Layla and insisted I was sleep deprived because I was homesick. We looked it up online and there were no results for the suicide, a car crash at a camp or a Treasure Hunt tradition at the camp.
I know what I saw was real, I know Layla was real. My mom believes me but didn't believe the story. She was confused when I pointed out the discount her parents said they had because Layla worked there and she looked at me concerned,
"What discount? They told me parents donate money so there are a few beds dedicated for kids who normally wouldn't be able to attend."
Still, doubt creeps into my mind sometimes but I know what happened. I will never ever go to a summer camp again. Tiff tried to call me a few times but I didn't pick up. When the school year started she wasn't there. I still don't know if that's a good or bad thing and it keeps me up at night even now.
Thank you for reading ! Hope you enjoyed ! If you want to support my writing you can buy me a human beverage ! Find me on my reddit for more short stories or my response to writing prompts on this page !
Stay unidentified & friendly 👽🖖 ~ E.T.
#tw violence#tw brief description of sui(ide#nosleep#short story#no sleep#r/nosleep#my writing#tumblr writers#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing prompt#writing prompts#horror#tumblr writing community#writblr#writerscommunity#creative writing#dark fiction#thriller#short horror story
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The Lady Of Stories and her dear friend Beau
[ID: A digital drawing of the Lady of Stories and Beau sitting at the base of a tree with a bottle of bourbon between them (as is their ritual). The Lady is telling a story, gesturing with one hand and holding her glass in the other. Her crown of branches is blooming with points of light. She wears a simple green button-up and worn jeans. On her right wrist, is a bracelet made of the Beasts’s teeth. Beau sits to her right, eyes closed, and actually smiling. He wears goth makeup, his jeans are torn at the knee, and his nails are painted black. His teeth are sharp, and he’s holding his cup. Sunlight filters down through the trees over them. End ID]
#goat valley campgrounds#how to survive camping#no sleep#nosleep podcast#beau#the lady of stories#the man with the skull cup#NO ONE LOOK AT ME IM EMOTIONAL ABOUT THEM. OK#turtledove draws
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The Pancake Family memes part 1
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I’ve barely seen any art for the story about “Patti Pepperoni’s Playhouse,” on the nosleep subreddit, so I decided to try and contribute! This story is by u/disco-dingus, and I had lots of fun drawing Patti based off the description that was given! And it’s even featuring a little Jason Voorhees doll, since today is ALSO Friday the 13th! Have a nice Friday, everybody
#patti pepperoni’s playhouse#patti pepperoni#my art#artists on tumblr#digitalart#procreate#fanart#clowncore#kidcore#clown aesthetic#creepypasta#no sleep#r/nosleep#nosleep subreddit#nostalgiacore#retro art#retro cartoons#vintage aesthetic#vintage cartoon#vintage art#cringetober#cringetober 2023
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sont hold me accountable for a thing because if the meds my mom is bringing don't work I might actually start going crazy
#this is the beginning of a nosleep reddit post#no bc it's incredible bc since I feel so shit I can't sleep I don't drink much because THE FUCKING TASTE OF THE WATER KS BAD (???)#and food is growing increasingly unpleasant to think of#there is one thing I want to eat and it's better whne my mom makes it so I'm jsut#dying. on my oxucj
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broke: the russian sleep experiment
woke: the arkansas experiment
#creepypasta#nosleep#i know the russian sleep experiment is a classic but the arkansas experiment is genuinely creepy
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DIVE
I’m rapidly plunging towards the earth and, on impact, wake up with a start. The cold wind on my face reminds me that I’m still entangled with the skydiver who knocked me out moments ago, spiraling together to the ground.
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These are the rules of my house. My father found them in a butter container when we first moved in, and three years later we are all still following them.
important context: I live in the summerhouse of my family home, it is essentially my bedroom, I love every second of it.
1. Never leave the house after midnight, if you must, do not make a sound, especially no singing, music, humming, jingling of keys, or talking.
2. Never forget to lock up. The shed may be open, shut it, and don't look inside.
3. Lights will flicker when you turn them off, do not leave the room until the flickering has stopped.
4. If you see a person in the corner of your eye, look at it directly in the eyes, and wait until it disappears.
5. If you see a man hanging in the living room, leave, shut the door, lock up, and go for a walk. He should be gone when you get back.
6. Never leave a candle burning, not even for a second while you use the bathroom. If it can burn, it will.
7. When you get halfway up the garden, look at the moon, if it's full or waxing, you're safe, anything else, refer to rule 8.
8. If anything goes wrong, run to the summerhouse, lock the door (without jingling the keys, they hate that noise), and close all blinds, put a film on, and watch its entirety.
9. Fall asleep with a video on, it will be switched off at the plug by morning, ignore this, that means you pleased them.
10. The fridge is never to be turned on nor opened, either will attract them. Refer to rule 8, if you can.
11. If there is a light on in the house, go inside and turn it off, refer to rule 3.
12. You will need to drink during the night, your throat will be scratchy and dry, only carbonated beverages are to be drank after 12.
13. Any open containers will become dangerous after 11pm, ensure all lids are firmly screwed on.
14. Moths and spiders will appear around 1am, catch and release every single one, do not fall asleep until you do this.
15. Take the pills with your name on it, make sure your name is spelt correctly, if it is not, throw them over your left shoulder.
16. You may see graffiti on the sides of the house, the hooded figure drawing it is not friendly, and it must not see you under any circumstance. If it does, climb underneath the storage unit and close your eyes, if you're lucky, it won't remember where you were.
17. If you wake up between 2-4am, do not open your eyes. Do not open your eyes. If you fell asleep with a nightmask on, do not trust it.
18. If you feel nauseous, light a candle, if it goes out on its own, go back to sleep.
19. If the bin is full, start a new one. If the place is not clean it will attract them.
20. Do not eat anything in this room, it will taste like mold, and it will make you bedridden for upwards of a week, rendering you unable to complete these rules.
21. There have been 3 suicides, 2 murders and 5 deaths in this house, and the previous tenants do not recall ever living here. Document all rules and all sightings, and pray the next tenants listen.
A few months ago, I made a mistake. I broke rule 17. I always set an alarm for 7am, to make sure that I don't open my eyes before then, but this fateful night I had convinced myself that I simply snoozed my alarm and I opened my eyes.
My breath quickly became shallow and labored, I couldn't breathe, I remember thinking that this is the end, I screwed up, I broke a rule, this is it. My eyes adjusted to the darkness to find a bucket on my chest. It was filling with an off-green colored fluid, dripping in from somewhere. The dripping slowed nearly to a stop, and my eyes adjusted to a semi-normal level of vision.
I glance up at the ceiling, and my eyes become glued to the creature. A mass of dead flies, moths, and spiders. The ooze dripping from its protruding hipbone, directly into the bucket. It crudely resembles a young child, with no facial features, but what appears to be a complete skeleton.
I blink hard, hoping that this was just another one of those figures you can stare at until they disappear. It was not. It lunged at me and picked up its bucket. I could finally breathe. It picks up an amount of the sludge, and applies it like a moisturizer on its body, regenerating the areas where its skeleton was on show. It's legs were stuck to the ceiling, its upper body hanging upside down from the ceiling. I needed to get rid of it. It was toying with me, and has regenerative abilities.
There was no way I could possibly outsmart it. I shut my eyes as tightly as possible as it replaced its bucket on my chest, and I hear that nauseating dripping noise again. As my chest grows heavier I somehow fall asleep.
I'm not religious, but the day after I thanked every God I could think of. I had woken up, and I was seemingly unharmed, other than a cracked rib. I told my parents and they smiled, "They must like you" my dad said, nonchalantly. I didn't feel lucky, I didn't feel much at all. Of course I was grateful, anyone would be, but why didn't they kill me? Why did they choose to save me? Am I more valuable alive to them? I don't think I'll ever find out. I'm hoping to move out soon.
The previous tenants have been sectioned under the mental health act recently, apparently suffering from paranoia, they sent us a cease and desist order after we asked them how long they lived here. According to the landlord's bank, all of their checks never existed, there is no evidence they ever were here, even though they left family photos in a box in the attic, and the landlord still has the money. My parents act like this is normal, they don't seem concerned at all. My brother seems unbothered. There's something off with them. I hope my summerhouse keeps me sane,
edit: This next part was written in the original post, apparently by me, a commenter alerted me to it, so big kudos to them, but what the hell?
but I can't help but feel this is the only good way to live. Maybe I should join them in the house. Maybe you should join us too. The house knows best. They know best.
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