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fuckyeahspookyshit:

I’ll admit it-I’m not the gullible type when it comes to scary stories and movies. Ever since my parents explained to me at age seven that the monsters and clowns I saw in movies were purely a cinematic illusion, I could shrug off even the most disturbing of creatures. However, two years later when my parents divorced, I began questioning every single thing they’d ever told me, since they obviously couldn’t be truthful with even each other. Now, whenever my friends shared a story about something creepy that happened to their grandmother, or about the house four blocks away, or when I watched the latest horror movie on netflix, i’d begin feeling a chilling sensation down my spine, like I did when I was seven. I tried reminding myself that it was just makeup on an actor, no matter how realistic it was, and that the stories were made up. I reminded myself that I was eighteen now, and that I needed to shake myself out of this vulnerability.
Months passed, and I went unfazed, but I began hearing random knocks throughout the evening and night in the ‘new’ house my mom had rented for the time being. I thought nothing of it, however as more time passed by, the knocks grew into light taps at the foot of my door, and eventually progressed to soft moans-I swear I heard I even heard what seemed to be a chuckle. I’m not gonna lie, i’d never been so freaked out in my entire life, but I just wrapped the covers over myself as tightly as I could, and when I woke up the next day, I forced myself to forget about it. One evening my mom decided to go out for the entire night with her friend, leaving me to babysit her friend’s daughter. It wasn’t as difficult as I’d thought, or as boring or agonizing. We watched some cartoons, played hide and seek, made her some mac and cheese, and finally put her off to sleep. Before changing into her pajamas, she told me that her mom told her to brush her teeth before bed, so I showed her to the restroom and left her to her business. When she came out she asked to use my phone to take a picture of her teeth to send to her mom. She seemed a little shaky and wide-eyed, and I hesitated for a moment, but gave in and handed her my cell phone. She immediately scurried, and shut herself in the restroom, and even though it was only a minute, it seemed as though she was in there for an eternity. I started to worry that something worse might be going on, and my palms began to sweat, and my heart began pounding.
I was already making my way to the door when I heard laughter from inside, maybe even a whisper..but before I could make sense of it, the door opened and she handed me my phone, smiling, and headed off to bed. I stared at my phone and began to feel silly for letting my mind wander. Half an hour passed, and an uneasy feeling made its way to my stomach, making its acids bubble. I decided that sleep might be the best remedy, so I snuck into bed right next to the little girl and slowly felt myself drifting away. I was just about to go off completely when that familiar knocking began again, but I felt safe having someone next to me, even if they were less than half my age, so I ignored it. I was then startled by a tiny muffled voice that seemed to be literally right next to my ear, but quickly realized it was just the girl, whom I thought fell asleep a long time ago. I cleared my throat and asked her if she could repeat herself.
This time she turned and the words that came out of her mouth sent me into a state of immobility, of complete and raw fear. She said, “You know, he’s not that mean. I think he just wants somebody to talk to, but you won’t, no matter how hard he knocks on the door.” By this time i’m sure my eyes were as large as they could go, but she had more to say. “When I was walking to the restroom, I saw him in the hallway. He called me and asked if I could take a picture of him. He didn’t say why, but he told me to make sure you saw it because when you do, he’d be able to go home.” She stared at me for a few seconds, analyzing me, and then, like nothing, she turned back around and fell asleep. I lied there with the same expression for about five minutes, then remembered my phone. I fumbled around for it in my back pocket, went to my pictures folder, and let out a small cry. I buried it under my pillow and shut my eyes as hard as I could to keep from crying.
I told myself it wasn’t real, and that I was dreaming, but then I stopped immediately, and felt a cool rush over me. Then I heard a very deep, low and elongated, “Thank you” in my left ear. I don’t know how, but eventually I fell asleep, and when I woke up I felt a strange but comforting feeling in my chest. I checked my phone again, and the picture was gone. I knew that every time I took a picture through my phone though, that it automatically sent to my email. I was right. You don’t have to believe me or my ‘story’, especially since it’s on a blog specifically for this kind of stuff, but what happened was very much real, and I for some reason I felt that I had to share it. The picture above is the one found on my phone

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skip-the-regrets:

thats fucking awesome

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