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Scary stories?

itsIndyitsIndy Member Posts: 229 ✭✭✭
So halloween is coming up so i thought we could do some scary stories?

I'll start:
Day 314. Internet is still down.
test

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  • KhalidPlaysKhalidPlays Member Posts: 618 ✭✭✭
  • itsIndyitsIndy Member Posts: 229 ✭✭✭

    Halloween is in 4 months

    I said it's coming up u fuk. Not it's tomorrow u fuk
    test
  • 555555 Member Posts: 36 ✭✭
    My story (By the way, sorry for my bad english) :

    It's a little boy who play some games in his bedroom, he was alone in his house. Everything was alright but suddenly, the door opens and he see red eyes down the hall. He was scared, but he decided to go to see what it is. But, when he gets closer to the red eyes, they suddenly disappear...

    He came back to his bedroom, telling himself it was his own imagination. But the lights suddenly shut off, so he was telling himself: "Oh, uhm. Well it's not my imagination, I see!".

    He was really (but really) scared, because no-one was in the house to help him. He has put his phone's light, then he went again in the hall, where he saw the red eyes just before.

    Just after passing the door, it suddenly closed behind him. He tried to open the door to get in his bedroom because he was too scared, but the door was locked. He heard a voice just behind him, he turned around closely, and saw a creepy creature with red eyes. He was very close to him.

    The creature said with a deep voice: "You are here..."

    Yeah It's already the end, my imagination went out, but I'll probably do a second part, who knows?! :D
    Satan is my bro
  • itsIndyitsIndy Member Posts: 229 ✭✭✭
    rest in spaghetti GG
    test
  • 555555 Member Posts: 36 ✭✭
    itsIndy said:

    rest in spaghetti GG

    thanks :D
    Satan is my bro
  • BrainstormBrainstorm Member Posts: 10,387 ✭✭✭✭
    edited June 23
    Thursday, June 3, 2017
    10:03 AM
    I just woke up, checked the fridge, and when I reached for the milk carton and looked inside... I was stunned... I dropped the milk carton while surprised... but no milk came out... there was a hole at the bottom of the carton and all the milk leaked out!
    10:32 AM
    Checking my wallet, I had no money! And I was to get my paycheck in 18 days! I shouldn't have invested my money in the sales...

    11:20 AM
    This is bad.. I spent almost a lifetime trying to waste time playing video games and eating milk-less cookies... I realized I only spent around 50 minutes! I rolled into a ball and shut all the lights...

    2:00 PM
    I think I went mad, I locked up the house doors and windows and reinforced them with iron for some reason, and destroyed the keys... I started hearing sounds of creeking and screeching...

    2:20 PM
    Every once in a while, I hear something saying "We are waiting for you... join us... be with us... we only want to play..." in a high-frequency, screechy voice... suddenly, the lights go off...

    2:30 PM
    I spent 10 minutes calling for help, nothing, in the dark, I tried to open my phone but it seems to be out of battery, the television went out too... I close my eyes for a second and open them to find lots of empty milk cartons surrounding me... a big cookie is rolling towards me, as dry as the driest desert in the world... shouting at me "WHERE IS MY MILK? GIVE ME MY F U C K I N G M I L K!", he grabs my throat and sticks an empty milk carton into my mouth... "S U C K M Y E M P T Y C A R T O N S!"
    He disappears, but his eyes are still floating about and looking at me

    8:30 PM
    The cookie's eyes are still staring at me... like... like they are looking for something...
    I decided to be brave and went outside my room's door... I go outside into the hall way and find a stream of red flowing down from the walls... I stick my finger into the stream and then put it in front of my mouth, take my tongue out to taste it... "cherry milk, a fucking disgrace of anything that can be mixed with a cow product... it's the worst thing that can be mixed with milk... unless..."

    All of a sudden, I stare in front of me... I drop to the ground... I can't feel my legs anymore, a stream of yellow-white milk flows upon me... oh no... my worst nightmare.. it can't be... WHY DOES THIS EVEN EXIST, THIS KIND OF MILK IS TOO FUCKED UP TO EXIST....

    It gets closer and reaches its hands against me... I cant believe that I am standing in front of a monster made of s--- ----


    to be continued, because seriously, I'm bored
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  • 555555 Member Posts: 36 ✭✭

    Thursday, June 3, 2017
    10:03 AM
    I just woke up, checked the fridge, and when I reached for the milk carton and looked inside... I was stunned... I dropped the milk carton while surprised... but no milk came out... there was a hole at the bottom of the carton and all the milk leaked out!
    10:32 AM
    Checking my wallet, I had no money! And I was to get my paycheck in 18 days! I shouldn't have invested my money in the sales...

    11:20 AM
    This is bad.. I spent almost a lifetime trying to waste time playing video games and eating milk-less cookies... I realized I only spent around 50 minutes! I rolled into a ball and shut all the lights...

    2:00 PM
    I think I went mad, I locked up the house doors and windows and reinforced them with iron for some reason, and destroyed the keys... I started hearing sounds of creeking and screeching...

    2:20 PM
    Every once in a while, I hear something saying "We are waiting for you... join us... be with us... we only want to play..." in a high-frequency, screechy voice... suddenly, the lights go off...

    2:30 PM
    I spent 10 minutes calling for help, nothing, in the dark, I tried to open my phone but it seems to be out of battery, the television went out too... I close my eyes for a second and open them to find lots of empty milk cartons surrounding me... a big cookie is rolling towards me, as dry as the driest desert in the world... shouting at me "WHERE IS MY MILK? GIVE ME MY F U C K I N G M I L K!", he grabs my throat and sticks an empty milk carton into my mouth... "S U C K M Y E M P T Y C A R T O N S!"
    He disappears, but his eyes are still floating about and looking at me

    8:30 PM
    The cookie's eyes are still staring at me... like... like they are looking for something...
    I decided to be brave and went outside my room's door... I go outside into the hall way and find a stream of red flowing down from the walls... I stick my finger into the stream and then put it in front of my mouth, take my tongue out to taste it... "cherry milk, a fucking disgrace of anything that can be mixed with a cow product... it's the worst thing that can be mixed with milk... unless..."

    All of a sudden, I stare in front of me... I drop to the ground... I can't feel my legs anymore, a stream of yellow-white milk flows upon me... oh no... my worst nightmare.. it can't be... WHY DOES THIS EVEN EXIST, THIS KIND OF MILK IS TOO FUCKED UP TO EXIST....

    It gets closer and reaches its hands against me... I cant believe that I am standing in front of a monster made of s--- ----


    to be continued, because seriously, I'm bored

    Very cool!
    (BTW IM STARTING PART 2 OF MY STORY :D)
    Satan is my bro
  • ¤RunninginReverse¤¤RunninginReverse¤ Member, Friendly Posts: 15,450 ✭✭✭✭✭
    I might create one based around @Brainstorm 's Dashnet City "Voidwalker" counterpart I talked to him about a bit in PMs, The Narrator.
  • 555555 Member Posts: 36 ✭✭
    edited June 23
    PART 2:

    The boy was slowly waking up in a small dark room with only a little lamp next to him. He saw that he was stuck on a chair full of blood. Scared, he decided to shake his body to manage to get out of this chair, but unfortunately, he didn't managed to escape.

    He suddenly hears someone laughing, and he was sure that "he" was coming to the room. The door was slowly opening, then the boy saw that it was the horrific creature of before, but this time, the creature was full of blood, and he was disfigured. He had a machete full of blood too, and with a small part of a head at the bottom of it. The boy, scared, said: "Why did you kidnapped me?! What do you want from me?! Please don't hurt me!!" He started crying.

    The creature was smiling, then he said: "Let me tell you a little secret, my child..." He gets near to the ear of the boy, then he said with his most deepest voice he could have:

    "I killed your parents."

    PART 3 COMING SOON... (Yeah it was short, but my imagination is dead)
    Satan is my bro
  • ManiklasManiklas Member Posts: 2,101 ✭✭✭
    edited August 29
    Some people might recognize this, I have no idea how popular it is, but I heard it in a podcast sometime ages ago.

    PSYCHOSIS

    Sunday

    I’m not sure why I’m writing this down on paper and not on my computer. I guess I’ve just noticed some odd things. It’s not that I don’t trust the computer… I just… need to organize my thoughts. I need to get down all the details somewhere objective, somewhere I know that what I write can’t be deleted or… changed… not that that’s happened. It’s just… everything blurs together here, and the fog of memory lends a strange cast to things…
    I’m starting to feel cramped in this small apartment. Maybe that’s the problem. I just had to go and choose the cheapest apartment, the only one in the basement. The lack of windows down here makes day and night seem to slip by seamlessly. I haven’t been out in a few days because I’ve been working on this programming project so intensively. I suppose I just wanted to get it done. Hours of sitting and staring at a monitor can make anyone feel strange, I know, but I don’t think that’s it.
    I’m not sure when I first started to feel like something was odd. I can’t even define what it is. Maybe I just haven’t talked to anyone in awhile. That’s the first thing that crept up on me. Everyone I normally talk to online while I program has been idle, or they’ve simply not logged on at all. My instant messages go unanswered. The last e-mail I got from anybody was a friend saying he’d talk to me when he got back from the store, and that was yesterday. I’d call with my cell phone, but reception’s terrible down here. Yeah, that’s it. I just need to call someone. I’m going to go outside.


    Well, that didn’t work so well. As the tingle of fear fades, I’m feeling a little ridiculous for being scared at all. I looked in the mirror before I went out, but I didn’t shave the two-day stubble I’ve grown. I figured I was just going out for a quick cell phone call. I did change my shirt, though, because it was lunchtime, and I guessed that I’d run into at least one person I knew. That didn’t end up happening. I wish it did.
    When I went out, I opened the door to my small apartment slowly. A small feeling of apprehension had somehow already lodged itself in me, for some indefinable reason. I chalked it up to having not spoken to anyone but myself for a day or two. I peered down the dingy grey hallway, made dingier by the fact that it was a basement hallway. On one end, a large metal door led to the building’s furnace room. It was locked, of course. Two dreary soda machines stood by it; I bought a soda from one the first day I moved in, but it had a two year old expiration date. I’m fairly sure nobody knows those machines are even down here, or my cheap landlady just doesn’t care to get them restocked.
    I closed my door softly, and walked the other direction, taking care not to make a sound. I have no idea why I chose to do that, but it was fun giving in to the strange impulse not to break the droning hum of the soda machines, at least for the moment. I got to the stairwell, and took the stairs up to the building’s front door. I looked through the heavy door’s small square window, and received quite the shock: it was definitely not lunchtime. City-gloom hung over the dark street outside, and the traffic lights at the intersection in the distance blinked yellow. Dim clouds, purple and black from the glow of the city, hung overhead. Nothing moved, save the few sidewalk trees that shifted in the wind. I remember shivering, though I wasn’t cold. Maybe it was the wind outside. I could vaguely hear it through the heavy metal door, and I knew it was that unique kind of late-night wind, the kind that was constant, cold, and quiet, save for the rhythmic music it made as it passed through countless unseen tree leaves.
    I decided not to go outside.
    Instead, I lifted my cell phone to the door’s little window, and checked the signal meter. The bars filled up the meter, and I smiled. Time to hear someone else’s voice, I remember thinking, relieved. It was such a strange thing, to be afraid of nothing. I shook my head, laughing at myself silently. I hit speed-dial for my best friend Amy’s number, and held the phone up to my ear. It rang once… but then it stopped. Nothing happened. I listened to silence for a good twenty seconds, then hung up. I frowned, and looked at the signal meter again – still full. I went to dial her number again, but then my phone rang in my hand, startling me. I put it up to my ear.
    “Hello?” I asked, immediately fighting down a small shock at hearing the first spoken voice in days, even if it was my own. I had gotten used to the droning hum of the building’s inner workings, my computer, and the soda machines in the hallway. There was no response to my greeting at first, but then, finally, a voice came.
    “Hey,” said a clear male voice, obviously of college age, like me. “Who’s this?”
    “John,” I replied, confused.
    “Oh, sorry, wrong number,” he replied, then hung up.
    I lowered the phone slowly and leaned against the thick brick wall of the stairwell. That was strange. I looked at my received calls list, but the number was unfamiliar. Before I could think on it further, the phone rang loudly, shocking me yet again. This time, I looked at the caller before I answered. It was another unfamiliar number. This time, I held the phone up to my ear, but said nothing. I heard nothing but the general background noise of a phone. Then, a familiar voice broke my tension.
    “John?” was the single word, in Amy’s voice.
    I breathed a sigh of relief.
    “Hey, it’s you,” I replied.
    “Who else would it be?” she responded. “Oh, the number. I’m at a party on Seventh Street, and my phone died just as you called me. This is someone else’s phone, obviously.”
    “Oh, ok,” I said.
    “Where are you?” she asked.
    My eyes glanced over the drab white-washed cylinder block walls and the heavy metal door with its small window.
    “At my building,” I sighed. “Just feeling cooped up. I didn’t realize it was so late.”
    “You should come here,” she said, laughing.
    “Nah, I don’t feel like looking for some strange place by myself in the middle of the night,” I said, looking out the window at the silent windy street that secretly scared me just a tiny bit. “I think I’m just going to keep working or go to bed.”
    “Nonsense!” she replied. “I can come get you! Your building is close to Seventh Street, right?”
    “How drunk are you?” I asked lightheartedly. “You know where I live.”
    “Oh, of course,” she said abruptly. “I guess I can’t get there by walking, huh?”
    “You could if you wanted to waste half an hour,” I told her.
    “Right,” she said. “Ok, have to go, good luck with your work!”
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  • ManiklasManiklas Member Posts: 2,101 ✭✭✭
    I lowered the phone once more, looking at the numbers flash as the call ended. Then, the droning silence suddenly reasserted itself in my ears. The two strange calls and the eerie street outside just drove home my aloneness in this empty stairwell. Perhaps from having seen too many scary movies, I had the sudden inexplicable idea that something could look in the door’s window and see me, some sort of horrible entity that hovered at the edge of aloneness, just waiting to creep up on unsuspecting people that strayed too far from other human beings. I knew the fear was irrational, but nobody else was around, so… I jumped down the stairs, ran down the hallway into my room, and closed the door as swiftly as I could while still staying silent. Like I said, I feel a little ridiculous for being scared of nothing, and the fear has already faded. Writing this down helps a lot – it makes me realize that nothing is wrong. It filters out half-formed thoughts and fears and leaves only cold, hard facts. It’s late, I got a call from a wrong number, and Amy’s phone died, so she called me back from another number. Nothing strange is happening.
    Still, there was something a little off about that conversation. I know it could have just been the alcohol she’d had… or was it even her that seemed off to me? Or was it… yes, that was it! I didn’t realize it until this moment, writing these things down. I knew writing things down would help. She said she was at a party, but I only heard silence in the background! Of course, that doesn’t mean anything in particular, as she could have just gone outside to make the call. No… that couldn’t be it either. I didn’t hear the wind! I need to see if the wind is still blowing!


    I know necrobump, still nice thou
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  • ManiklasManiklas Member Posts: 2,101 ✭✭✭
    Monday

    I forgot to finish writing last night. I’m not sure what I expected to see when I ran up the stairwell and looked out the heavy metal door’s window. I’m feeling ridiculous. Last night’s fear seems hazy and unreasonable to me now. I can’t wait to go out into the sunlight. I’m going to check my email, shave, shower, and finally get out of here! Wait… I think I heard something.


    It was thunder. That whole sunlight and fresh air thing didn’t happen. I went out into the stairwell and up the stairs, only to find disappointment. The heavy metal door’s little window showed only flowing water, as torrential rain slammed against it. Only a very dim, gloomy light filtered in through the rain, but at least I knew it was daytime, even if it was a grey, sickly, wet day. I tried looking out the window and waiting for lightning to illuminate the gloom, but the rain was too heavy and I couldn’t make out anything more than vague weird shapes moving at odd angles in the waves washing down the window. Disappointed, I turned around, but I didn’t want to go back to my room. Instead, I wandered further up the stairs, past the first floor, and the second. The stairs ended at the third floor, the highest floor in the building. I looked through the glass that ran up the outer wall of the stairwell, but it was that warped, thick kind that scatters the light, not that there was much to see through the rain to begin with.
    I opened the stairwell door and wandered down the hallway. The ten or so thick wooden doors, painted blue a long time ago, were all closed. I listened as I walked, but it was the middle of the day, so I wasn’t surprised that I heard nothing but the rain outside. As I stood there in the dim hallway, listening to the rain, I had the strange fleeting impression that the doors were standing like silent granite monoliths erected by some ancient forgotten civilization for some unfathomable guardian purpose. Lightning flashed, and I could have sworn that, for just a moment, the old grainy blue wood looked just like rough stone. I laughed at myself for letting my imagination get the best of me, but then it occurred to me that the dim gloom and lightning must mean there was a window somewhere in the hallway. A vague memory surfaced, and I suddenly recalled that the third floor had an alcove and an inset window halfway down the floor’s hallway.
    Excited to look out into the rain and possibly see another human being, I quickly walked over to the alcove, finding the large thin glass window. Rain washed down it, as with the front door’s window, but I could open this one. I reached a hand out to slide it open, but hesitated. I had the strangest feeling that if I opened that window, I would see something absolutely horrifying on the other side. Everything’s been so odd lately… so I came up with a plan, and I came back here to get what I needed. I don’t seriously think anything will come of it, but I’m bored, it’s raining, and I’m going stir crazy. I came back to get my webcam. The cord isn’t long enough to reach the third floor by any means, so instead I’m going to hide it between the two soda machines in the dark end of my basement hallway, run the wire along the wall and under my door, and put black duct tape over the wire to blend it in with the black plastic strip that runs along the base of the hallway’s walls. I know this is silly, but I don’t have anything better to do…
    Well, nothing happened. I propped open the hallway-to-stairwell door, steeled myself, then flung the heavy front door wide open and ran like hell down the stairs to my room and slammed the door. I watched the webcam on my computer intently, seeing the hallway outside my door and most of the stairwell. I’m watching it right now, and I don’t see anything interesting. I just wish the camera’s position was different, so that I could see out the front door. Hey! Somebody’s online!


    I got out an older, less functional webcam that I had in my closet to video chat with my friend online. I couldn’t really explain to him why I wanted to video chat, but it felt good to see another person’s face. He couldn’t talk very long, and we didn’t talk about anything meaningful, but I feel much better. My strange fear has almost passed. I would feel completely better, but there was something… odd… about our conversation. I know that I’ve said that everything has seemed odd, but… still, he was very vague in his responses. I can’t recall one specific thing that he said… no particular name, or place, or event… but he did ask for my email address to keep in touch. Wait, I just got an email.
    I’m about to go out. I just got an email from Amy that asked me to meet her for dinner at ‘the place we usually go to.’ I do love pizza, and I’ve just been eating random food from my poorly stocked fridge for days, so I can’t wait. Again, I feel ridiculous about the odd couple of days I’ve been having. I should destroy this journal when I get back. Oh, another email.


    Oh my god. I almost left the email and opened the door. I almost opened the door. I almost opened the door, but I read the email first! It was from a friend I hadn’t heard from in a long time, and it was sent to a huge number of emails that must have been every person he had saved in his address list. It had no subject, and it said, simply:
    seen with your own eyes don’t trust them they
    What the hell is that supposed to mean? The words shock me, and I keep going over and over them. Is it a desperate email sent just as… something happened? The words are obviously cut off without finishing! On any other day I would have dismissed this as spam from a computer virus or something, but the words… seen with your own eyes! I can’t help but read over this journal and think back on the last few days and realize that I have not seen another person with my own eyes or talked to another person face to face. The webcam conversation with my friend was so strange, so vague, so… eerie, now that I think about it. Was it eerie? Or is the fear clouding my memory? My mind toys with the progression of events I’ve written here, pointing out that I have not been presented with one single fact that I did not specifically give out unsuspectingly. The random ‘wrong number’ that got my name and the subsequent strange return call from Amy, the friend that asked for my email address… I messaged him first when I saw him online! And then I got my first email a few minutes after that conversation! Oh my god! That phone call with Amy! I said over the phone – I said that I was within half an hour’s walk of Seventh Street! They know I’m near there! What if they’re trying to find me?! Where is everyone else? Why haven’t I seen or heard anyone else in days?
    No, no, this is crazy. This is absolutely crazy. I need to calm down. This madness needs to end.
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  • ManiklasManiklas Member Posts: 2,101 ✭✭✭
    I don’t know what to think. I ran about my apartment furiously, holding my cell phone up to every corner to see if it got a signal through the heavy walls. Finally, in the tiny bathroom, near one ceiling corner, I got a single bar. Holding my phone there, I sent a text message to every number in my list. Not wanting to betray anything about my unfounded fears, I simply sent:
    You seen anyone face to face lately?
    At that point, I just wanted any reply back. I didn’t care what the reply was, or if I embarrassed myself. I tried to call someone a few times, but I couldn’t get my head up high enough, and if I brought my cell phone down even an inch, it lost signal. Then I remembered the computer, and rushed over to it, instant messaging everyone online. Most were idle or away from their computer. Nobody responded. My messages grew more frantic, and I started telling people where I was and to stop by in person for a host of barely passable reasons. I didn’t care about anything by that point. I just needed to see another person!
    I also tore apart my apartment looking for something that I might have missed; some way to contact another human being without opening the door. I know it’s crazy, I know it’s unfounded, but what if? WHAT IF? I just need to be sure! I taped the phone to the ceiling in case


    These are too long.....
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  • BrainstormBrainstorm Member Posts: 10,387 ✭✭✭✭
    Scary story
    I went bathroom and try to poop, it dont come out, send help plz no one send help, I discover I curse no poop for ever like or skrubscribe pls for more scary story
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  • ManiklasManiklas Member Posts: 2,101 ✭✭✭
    edited August 31
    Tuesday

    THE PHONE RANG! Exhausted from last night’s rampage, I must have fallen asleep. I woke up to the phone ringing, and ran into the bathroom, stood on the toilet, and flipped open the phone taped to the ceiling. It was Amy, and I feel so much better. She was really worried about me, and apparently had been trying to contact me since the last time I talked to her. She’s coming over now, and, yes, she knows where I am without me telling her. I feel so embarrassed. I am definitely throwing this journal away before anyone sees it. I don’t even know why I’m writing in it now. Maybe it’s just because it’s the only communication I’ve had at all since… god knows when. I look like hell, too. I looked in the mirror before I came back in here. My eyes are sunken, my stubble is thicker, and I just look generally unhealthy.
    My apartment is trashed, but I’m not going to clean it up. I think I need someone else to see what I’ve been through. These past few days have NOT been normal. I am not one to imagine things. I know I have been the victim of extreme probability. I probably missed seeing another person a dozen times. I just happened to go out when it was late at night, or the middle of the day when everyone was gone. Everything’s perfectly fine, I know this now. Plus, I found something in the closet last night that has helped me tremendously: a television! I set it up just before I wrote this, and it’s on in the background. Television has always been an escape for me, and it reminds me that there’s a world beyond these dingy brick walls.
    I’m glad Amy’s the only one that responded to me after last night’s frantic pestering of everyone I could contact. She’s been my best friend for years. She doesn’t know it, but I count the day that I met her among one of the few moments of true happiness in my life. I remember that warm summer day fondly. It seems a different reality from this dark, rainy, lonely place. I feel like I spent days sitting in that playground, much too old to play, just talking with her and hanging around doing nothing at all. I still feel like I can go back to that moment sometimes, and it reminds me that this damn place is not all that there is… finally, a knock on the door!


    I thought it was odd that I couldn’t see her through the camera I hid between the two soda machines. I figured that it was bad positioning, like when I couldn’t see out the front door. I should have known. I should have known! After the knock, I yelled through the door jokingly that I had a camera between the soda machines, because I was embarrassed myself that I had taken this paranoia so far. After I did that, I saw her image walk over to the camera and look down at it. She smiled and waved.
    “Hey!” she said to the camera brightly, giving it a wry look.
    “It’s weird, I know,” I said into the mic attached to my computer. “I’ve had a weird few days.”
    “Must have,” she replied. “Open the door, John.”
    I hesitated. How could I be sure?
    “Hey, humor me a second here,” I told her through the mic. “Tell me one thing about us. Just prove to me you’re you.”
    She gave the camera a weird look.
    “Um, alright,” she said slowly, thinking. “We met randomly at a playground when we were both way too old to be there?”
    I sighed deeply as reality returned and fear faded. God, I’d been so ridiculous. Of course it was Amy! That day wasn’t anywhere in the world except in my memory. I’d never even mentioned it to anyone, not out of embarrassment, but out of a strange secret nostalgia and a longing for those days to return. If there was some unknown force at work trying to trick me, as I feared, there was no way they could know about that day.
    “Haha, alright, I’ll explain everything,” I told her. “Be right there.”
    I ran to my small bathroom and fixed my hair as best I could. I looked like hell, but she would understand. Snickering at my own unbelievable behavior and the mess I’d made of the place, I walked to the door. I put my hand on the doorknob and gave the mess one last look. So ridiculous, I thought. My eyes traced over the half-eaten food lying on the ground, the overflowing trash bin, and the bed I’d tipped to the side looking for… God knows what. I almost turned to the door and opened it, but my eyes fell on one last thing: the old webcam, the one I used for that eerily vacant chat with my friend.
    Its silent black sphere lay haphazardly tossed to the side, its lens pointed at the table where this journal lay. An overwhelming terror took me as I realized that if something could see through that camera, it would have seen what I just wrote about that day. I asked her for any one thing about us, and she chose the only thing in the world that I thought they or it did not know… but IT DID! IT DID KNOW! IT COULD HAVE BEEN WATCHING ME THE WHOLE TIME!
    I didn’t open the door. I screamed. I screamed in uncontrollable terror. I stomped on the old webcam on the floor. The door shook, and the doorknob tried to turn, but I didn’t hear Amy’s voice through the door. Was the basement door, made to keep out drafts, too thick? Or was Amy not outside? What could have been trying to get in, if not her? What the hell is out there?! I saw her on my computer through the camera outside, I heard her on the speakers through the camera outside, but was it real?! How can I know?! She’s gone now – I screamed, and shouted for help! I piled up everything in my apartment against the front door –


    EDIT: reposters note: seems I'll catch up with the timeline soon.
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  • ¤RunninginReverse¤¤RunninginReverse¤ Member, Friendly Posts: 15,450 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Maniklas said:

    I don’t know what to think. I ran about my apartment furiously, holding my cell phone up to every corner to see if it got a signal through the heavy walls. Finally, in the tiny bathroom, near one ceiling corner, I got a single bar. Holding my phone there, I sent a text message to every number in my list. Not wanting to betray anything about my unfounded fears, I simply sent:
    You seen anyone face to face lately?
    At that point, I just wanted any reply back. I didn’t care what the reply was, or if I embarrassed myself. I tried to call someone a few times, but I couldn’t get my head up high enough, and if I brought my cell phone down even an inch, it lost signal. Then I remembered the computer, and rushed over to it, instant messaging everyone online. Most were idle or away from their computer. Nobody responded. My messages grew more frantic, and I started telling people where I was and to stop by in person for a host of barely passable reasons. I didn’t care about anything by that point. I just needed to see another person!
    I also tore apart my apartment looking for something that I might have missed; some way to contact another human being without opening the door. I know it’s crazy, I know it’s unfounded, but what if? WHAT IF? I just need to be sure! I taped the phone to the ceiling in case


    These are too long.....
    My god you quadruple-posted there.

    W h y .

    Anyways, I might come up with something pretty soon.
  • ManiklasManiklas Member Posts: 2,101 ✭✭✭
    long posts, deal with it, this is why I asked about how long posts can be.

    Friday

    At least I think that it’s Friday. I broke everything electronic. I smashed my computer to pieces. Every single thing on there could have been accessed by network access, or worse, altered. I’m a programmer, I know. Every little piece of information I gave out since this started – my name, my email, my location – none of it came back from outside until I gave it out. I’ve been going over and over what I wrote. I’ve been pacing back and forth, alternating between stark terror and overpowering disbelief. Sometimes I’m absolutely certain some phantom entity is dead set on the simple goal of getting me to go outside. Back to the beginning, with the phone call from Amy, she was effectively asking me to open the door and go outside.
    I keep running through it in my head. One point of view says I’ve acted like a madman, and all of this is the extreme convergence of probability – never going outside at the right times by pure luck, never seeing another person by pure chance, getting a random nonsense email from some computer virus at just the right time. The other point of view says that extreme convergence of probability is the reason that whatever’s out there hasn’t gotten me already. I keep thinking: I never opened the window on the third floor. I never opened the front door, until that incredibly stupid stunt with the hidden camera after which I ran straight to my room and slammed the door. I haven’t opened my own solid door since I flung open the front door of the building. Whatever’s out there – if anything’s out there – never made an ‘appearance’ in the building before I opened the front door. Maybe the reason it wasn’t in the building already was that it was elsewhere getting everyone else… and then it waited, until I betrayed my existence by trying to call Amy… a call which didn’t work, until it called me and asked me my name…
    Terror literally overwhelms me every time I try to fit the pieces of this nightmare together. That email – short, cut off – was it from someone trying to get word out? Some friendly voice desperately trying to warn me before it came? Seen with my own eyes, don’t trust them – exactly what I’ve been so suspicious of. It could have masterful control of all things electronic, practicing its insidious deception to trick me into coming outside. Why can’t it get in? It knocked on the door – it must have some solid presence… the door… the image of those doors in the upper hallway as guardian monoliths flashes back in my mind every time I trace this path of thoughts. If there is some phantom entity trying to get me to go outside, maybe it can’t get through doors. I keep thinking back over all the books I’ve read or movies I’ve seen, trying to generate some explanation for this. Doors have always been such intense foci of human imagination, always seen as wards or portals of special importance. Or perhaps the door is just too thick? I know that I couldn’t bash through any of the doors in this building, let alone the heavy basement ones. Aside from that, the real question is, why does it even want me? If it just wanted to kill me, it could do it any number of ways, including just waiting until I starve to death. What if it doesn’t want to kill me? What if it has some far more horrific fate in store for me? God, what can I do to escape this nightmare?!
    A knock on the door…


    I told the people on the other side of the door I need a minute to think and I’ll come out. I’m really just writing this down so I can figure out what to do. At least this time I heard their voices. My paranoia – and yes, I recognize I’m being paranoid – has me thinking of all sorts of ways that their voices could be faked electronically. There could be nothing but speakers outside, simulating human voices. Did it really take them three days to come talk to me? Amy is supposedly out there, along with two policemen and a psychiatrist. Maybe it took them three days to think of what to say to me – the psychiatrist’s claim could be pretty convincing, if I decided to think this has all been a crazy misunderstanding, and not some entity trying to trick me into opening the door.
    The psychiatrist had an older voice, authoritarian but still caring. I liked it. I’m desperate just to see someone with my own eyes! He said I have something called cyber-psychosis, and I’m just one of a nationwide epidemic of thousands of people having breakdowns triggered by a suggestive email that ‘got through somehow.’ I swear he said ‘got through somehow.’ I think he means spread throughout the country inexplicably, but I’m incredibly suspicious that the entity slipped up and revealed something. He said I am part of a wave of ‘emergent behavior’, that a lot of other people are having the same problem with the same fears, even though we’ve never communicated.
    That neatly explains the strange email about eyes that I got. I didn’t get the original triggering email. I got a descendant of it – my friend could have broken down too, and tried to warn everyone he knew against his paranoid fears. That’s how the problem spreads, the psychiatrist claims. I could have spread it, too, with my texts and instant messages online to everybody I know. One of those people might be melting down right now, after being triggered by something I sent them, something they might interpret any way that they want, something like a text saying seen anyone face to face lately? The psychiatrist told me that he didn’t want to ‘lose another one’, that people like me are intelligent, and that’s our downfall. We draw connections so well that we draw them even when they shouldn’t be there. He said it’s easy to get caught up in paranoia in our fast paced world, a constantly changing place where more and more of our interaction is simulated…
    I have to give him one thing. It’s a great explanation. It neatly explains everything. It perfectly explains everything, in fact. I have every reason to shake off this nightmarish fear that some thing or consciousness or being out there wants me to open the door so it can capture me for some horrible fate worse than death. It would be foolish, after hearing that explanation, to stay in here until I starve to death just to spite the entity that might have got everyone else. It would be foolish to think that, after hearing that explanation, I might be one of the last people left alive on an empty world, hiding in my secure basement room, spiting some unthinkable deceptive entity just by refusing to be captured. It’s a perfect explanation for every single strange thing I’ve seen or heard, and I have every reason in the world to let all of my fears go, and open the door.
    That’s exactly why I’m not going to.
    How can I be sure?! How can I know what’s real and what’s deception? All of these damn things with their wires and their signals that originate from some unseen origin! They’re not real, I can’t be sure! Signals through a camera, faked video, deceptive phone calls, emails! Even the television, lying broken on the floor – how can I possibly know it’s real? It’s just signals, waves, light… the door! It’s bashing on the door! It’s trying to get in! What insane mechanical contrivance could it be using to simulate the sound of men attacking the heavy wood so well?! At least I’ll finally see it with my own eyes… there’s nothing left in here for it to deceive me with, I’ve ripped apart everything else! It can’t deceive my eyes, can it? Seen with your own eyes don’t trust them they… wait… was that desperate message telling me to trust my eyes, or warning me about my eyes too?! Oh my god, what’s the difference between a camera and my eyes? They both turn light into electrical signals – they’re the same! I can’t be deceived! I have to be sure! I have to be sure!
    Is god a cookie, or is the cookie a god?
    The world may never know
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