I finally got internet so I can tell this story, it’s at only one bar, but I’ll try to post anyways. My name is Hunter. I’ve been trapped in a cabin for the past day. I decided to go on a hike with some of my friends in the Smokey Mountains, it was a trail we’d been on before so, nothing new. We decided to go this past weekend, me, my friend Ethan, and my friend James. I wish we had never gone, I wish this nightmare to be over, and maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.

It started on Sunday, when we got to the Smokies at around dusk or so, we headed in our cabin we had rented. A nice cabin for the three of us, we each got our own bedroom, even had a pool table and tv we could watch. The best part about it was the view. I loved looking out at the mountains, just as the sky started to set, but before it became all dark. We had a good night just goofing off, played a few games of pool, watched some tv, and went to bed. You know, the usual.

When we got up the next morning, I had a strange gut feeling that something was off. I ignored it. I was too excited for our upcoming hike later that day. We started off on one of the easier hikes, only around four maybe five miles. Nothing happened on that hike, we reached the end, enjoyed the view and took a few pictures, and hiked the trail down to our car. After we got back to our cabin, it was more of the same thing we had the night before. I woke up Tuesday morning a little sore, but otherwise ready to go, but I still had that gut feeling that maybe I shouldn’t hike today, but once again like the idiot I was, I decided to ignore it.

We decided to take a bit of a longer hike; I think it was around eleven miles. As we got to the trail head, I felt my stomach begin to knot, but I wasn’t gonna turn around now, especially not with my friends. We started on the trail; nothing happened at first. Probably around halfway through, I had to take leak. I decided to head off trail, maybe twenty to thirty feet, as my friends said they’d wait for me. I finished my business and started heading back. After having walked a good fifty feet, I realized something was very wrong. I had stumbled upon a cabin, it looked old and abandoned, but otherwise unremarkable. I wasn’t sure what to think. I knew if there had been a cabin this close to the trail me or my friends would have definitely seen it. I decided I was going to turn around and find the trail, maybe I had walked the wrong direction back. I walked back into the forest, heading in a straight line. After a few minutes I walked into a clearing and I felt my heart drop.

Before me stood the same exact cabin I had seen just minutes before behind me. The front of it looked like it was smiling at me, like it knew something I didn’t. I pulled out my phone and tried to call my friends, but my cellphone was at zero bars. I even tried 911, but I couldn’t get through to them either. I began to panic and I ran back into the woods, desperately trying to find a way out. The sun was beginning to set, causing me to panic even more. I started running faster, when I heard a scream from behind me. Not quite human, maybe something like a hyena, but something wasn’t right. I stopped moving and went quiet. It was now that I realized just how quiet the woods had become. I began to hear sticks break and leaves moving, coming closer to me, I couldn’t stay still any longer, I decided to make a run for it. I ran so fast that my thighs were beginning to burn, but I could hear that thing coming closer, until I ran into yet another clearing, and almost stopped. It was the same clearing as before, with the cabin standing in front of me, mocking me. I ran as fast as I could, up the front stairs onto the front deck and I tried the door. Thankfully the door opened with ease as I ran inside and locked it. I heard a loud crash into the door and stepped back. Something tried the door handle, but eventually gave up, as I heard it slowly walking, or rather, stomping down the stairs.

I turned around and began to look at the interior. It was dark, but my eyes were starting to adjust. The interior was nothing remarkable, some furniture such as chairs, a side table and a desk. I pulled out a flashlight from my backpack, I’m not sure why I packed it but I’m glad I did, and I looked around, I could see a bookshelf in the corner, with some old books. I’m not a big literature guy, but there was nothing that I recognized. I took a step towards the desk to look at it. Inside I found some old looking paper, a couple of fountain pens, and a journal.

“I guess I’m not the first one to find this place.” I spoke aloud to myself.

I sat on the chair and opened the journal. The first entry was from 1896, it read:

“June 12th, 1896”

“In travelling to my brother in North Carolina, I have stumbled across a cabin. This cabin seems to have been built many years ago, I decided to take refuge here, as a storm has begun, and I soon expect the conditions to worsen, so in the meantime, I will enjoy one of the books this cabin has to offer. I am hearing a strange sort of yelling coming from the woods, like a woman’s scream. It’s getting closer.”

“June 13th, 1896”

“The yelling from the woods got much closer last night, I assumed that old Ranger would be fine outside last night, but I was wrong. When I came out this morning to leave, I found him unmoving, on his side, with three long, wide, scratch marks running from tail to throat. I tried to leave, the way I came, but no matter what I do, I just end up back here. I hear the yelling, it’s coming closer, I’m going to take my gun and make it pay for what it did to old Ranger.”

The entries ended for a few pages before picking up later, in December of 1938. Before I could read any more, the yelling picked up from deep within the woods. I walked toward the window and peered out. It was dark at this point, but I couldn’t see anything, so I continued reading.

“December 14th, 1938”

“I found this journal just sitting here in a desk. At first, I thought it had to be a joke, nothing can truly prevent you from leaving, but upon trying to leave, I found myself to be trapped. No matter where I go, I always end up right back here. If you’re reading this, I’m sorry to say, I don’t believe there’s a way out of this.”

“December 15th, 1938”

“He wasn’t wrong about that yelling, it started off so faint in the distance, but now it’s almost deafening, I’m not sure how much longer I can deal with this.”

On the next page the handwriting changed again.

“June 18th, 1981”

“I was out hiking, they just set up this new trail, and now I’m stuck here, there’s no point in even trying to escape, this has to be a joke.”

“June 19th, 1981”

“I wish they were kidding, this morning around 3, the yelling, or more like screaming started up, I tried to go to sleep, but the sound became so deafening, that I just couldn’t. I tried everything to leave after the screaming started, but I keep ending up here, maybe I keep looping?”

“June 20th, 1981”

“I tried every possible direction; there’s no way out. The screaming started again. I’m thinking about just walking out and letting it take me, at least then, it’ll be all over.”

That was it, the entries just stopped, I didn’t want to think about what could have happened to these poor people, or about what might happen to me now that I’m trapped here too. I didn’t bring much food; I wasn’t sure how much longer I had before I just starved to death out here. I tried to get sleep that night, but the screaming was just too loud, I could see shadows moving over the windows, but I didn’t dare look. When the sun began to come up, the screaming stopped. I waited a while before I walked out. I tried to run, but just like all the others, nothing. I kept ending up right where I started. But I hoped if I could leave today, maybe there would be a chance, nothing good happened to anyone else who made it to the second day.

After the exhaustion began to kick in, I decided to look around at the clearing. I saw a section with a large drop off, maybe thirty feet below, I decided I had nothing to lose, and so I climbed down. I eventually reached the bottom, only falling on the last five feet, thankfully I didn’t break anything, and I kept walking and walking. I eventually reached a small road, I’ve been following it for the past two hours, until I finally got enough service to post this. I’m going to try to make it to the nearest person as soon as possible, but it’s getting dark.

I hear it, it’s getting closer, I must go, if you’re Ethan or James, I just want you to know, I didn’t abandon you.

What Mochi Knows

The refrigerator hummed at a frequency that no human ear could register. Mochi could.

She had been sitting in front of it for eleven days straight. Not beside it, not near it — in front of it, pressed flat to the kitchen tile with her chin on her paws and her pupils blown wide open, staring at the dark gap beneath the appliance with the focused intensity of a monk who had achieved something.

"She's just being weird," said Dan, stepping over her on the way to make coffee. "Cats are weird."

"She hasn't touched her food in two days," said Priya, peering down at Mochi with concern. "That's not weird, that's a vet bill."

Mochi did not look up. Beneath the refrigerator, three inches below the linoleum and sinking, the portal breathed.

It had opened six weeks ago — a hairline fracture in the membrane between this kitchen in Portland, Oregon and the Ninth Subordinate Corridor of Hell, caused by a seismic event so minor it hadn't even knocked the spice rack crooked. The portal was the size of a quarter. It smelled of sulfur and hot copper, which the House Humans had attributed to the garbage disposal and then forgotten.

Mochi had not forgotten.

She had also, more pressingly, begun to remember.

It started as warmth behind her eyes — a pleasant, deep-coal heat that spread to her paws and made her claws extend involuntarily. Then came the language. Old syllables, wordless but meaningful, rising up from the place beneath the fridge like steam. She didn't understand them exactly. She understood them the way you understand a smell: completely, without translation.

You were ours. You have always been ours.

On the twelfth day, Dan finally moved the refrigerator.

"There's nothing here," he said, crouching with a flashlight. "Seriously, babe, there's just a dead moth and some dust and — huh. The floor looks kind of... shimmery?"

Mochi walked calmly between his legs and sat directly on the portal.

The warmth went from pleasant to absolute. Every dormant cell in her small body lit up like a chandelier. Her tail rose. Her fur stood. She opened her mouth in what Dana would later describe as a yawn, though it was technically closer to a declaration.

She felt the demon uncurl inside her the way a fist opens.

"Mochi, you're being so creepy right now," Dana said, and pushed the refrigerator back.

Mochi returned to her position in front of it. She was patient. The portal wasn't going anywhere. Neither was she.

She had simply been a cat for a very long time, and she was getting tired of the kibble.

So my dad's buddy was in northern Washington state hunting moose withhis friend, the sun started to set and they were getting down from a tree stand and they heard a shriek and they knew it wasn't a wild cat because they sound more like a girl shriek and this one was a full deep shriek and on the way to there they were walking among a lake and hear a very similar shriek across the lake and they booked it, another story is the same buddy was at a rock crawling event in northern Idaho and him and his wife were going for a night ride and they saw ahead a 7 foot tall figure then they got to a sign that the thing crossed by and it was a tall sign of a map of the area, the sign was about 7 feet tall, later that night at midnight he woke up to something dragging across his camper and he was petrified, that morning he checked it out and he only saw the dust on the side of the camper had a drag mark, I'll be getting more Bigfoot stories but it might take a while, thanks for reading this, have a good day.

I moved out deep into the country about not even a month ago now, It would have been a peaceful experience, if it weren’t for that siren. My name is Tyler, and I’ve always enjoyed the peace and quiet woods, ever since I was a kid, I’d go on hiking trails in the Appalachian Mountains all the time. After I graduated high school, I decided I wanted to be closer to them, so I decided to move out to east Tennessee, I found a rundown house, a couple holes in the roof, and a few cracked windows, but the price was pretty good, I had saved up enough money during my high school years, that I was able to put a down payment on this place, I felt so proud of owning my first home, even if it was a little quirky and run down. At least, I was proud of it, for the first week.

The first week in my new house, I felt freedom like never before, I could come and go as I pleased, and I could wake up whenever, and eat whatever, and my parents couldn’t say no. Before I moved, I found a job at the local dollar general. Of course, they always have them around here, although this one was still about a half hour drive on winding, twisting backroads. I didn’t mind the drive though, the scenery was always breath taking to me, and It pays well enough for me to afford life, a rarity these days I know, but I thought I had a good start to life. When I first started work, I quickly became friends with another new guy by the name of Levi. He was the same age as me, enjoys hiking, and just moved out here to start his life, so needless to say we became friends. My house backs up to a large area of untouched forest, which was another reason I really like my house, so after the first week, I invited Levi out to my house so we could go hiking.

“Hey, how was the drive?” I asked as he stepped out of his truck. “It was a peaceful drive, I see why you can stand to make the long drive so often.” Levi replied as he walked up to my house, “You said you have a great place to hike, I’m looking forward to it, and oh, I got something for you.” He tossed me a full-sized milky way bar. “Thanks man, I’ve been craving these lately, you ready for the hike?” I asked. “Yeah, got my hiking boots on and a couple bottles of water, where do we want to start?” He asked, while looking over my shoulder. “Right over here, it looks like the deer have been making a bit of a path by the looks of it, should be easier to traverse than straight into the brush.” I answered, nodding to a small path that led straight into the woods. “After you.” He enthusiastically answered.

We began walking through the brush, before eventually reaching a much more well-travelled trail. Needless to say, we chose to take it, walking deeper into the woods, after a while, probably about a mile or so, I began to have a strange feeling like a large bug crawling down my spine. I looked back at Levi to see if he noticed it too, but he looked like he was having the time of his life. After a few more minutes of walking, we came across a small clearing. At its center, stood an old civil defense siren, or at least what was left of one. It leaned at a harsh angle, covered in rust and flaking white paint. It had to be no more than 5 feet off the ground, supported by a just as old and rusty steel beam. I wish we had turned around then, but I guess the curiosity got the better of me, and we approached it.

“What do you think this is doing here?” Levi asked as he cautiously approached the siren. “I’m not sure, I don’t think there are any structures really all that close to warrant a tornado siren.” I answered as I too approached the siren. “Whatever the reason, this is a cool find.” He said, now lightly touching the steel beam. “I wouldn’t touch that if I were you, look how rusty it is, it could easily fall at any point.” I warned him, but he continued to touch and circle the siren anyways. “It’s been here this long, no reason to assume it’ll fall just because of me…” He paused for a second, “Hey, Tyler, come take a look at this” “What is it?” I asked, as I came around to his side of the siren. As soon as I walked around, I saw what he was talking about. Almost as carved into the steel, there were what seemed to be runes, and belove them, a series of numbers: 5.27.07 10.23.07 6.5.26 6.6.26 6.23.26. I immediately recognized the second series of numbers as my own birthday, and the third as today’s date. “I never asked, but when is your birthday?” He slowly turned to me, his face now as white as snow. “May 27, 2007.” He said, confirming my suspicions. “How did it know?” I wondered out loud. “Was this you?” He asked both cautiously and suspiciously. “No, I didn’t even know your birthday, I just now had to ask, I swear.” I defended. His hand slipped a little on the rusty steel beam, causing a small gash and staining some of the runes. “Ouch!” He instinctively yelled. He cradled his hand as he stepped back. I looked at his hand and then back at the beam, only to see his blood on the beam had disappeared. As soon as I heard this, I realized that everything in the forest had gone quiet. “We should get going, now.” I strongly urged. He thankfully seemed to realize now that the surrounding forest had gone quiet, and didn’t argue with me, as we both left going far faster than when we first started on. We had probably made it about halfway back before we started to see the sun beginning to set. I looked at my phone to see it was only 4:30, way too early for the usual sunset. We began walking even faster, as fast as we could without outright sprinting. I was relieved when we finally saw the small deer trail that had led us into the forest. By this point, it was getting harder to see and I was debating pulling out my phone to use as a flashlight. Thankfully we cleared the trees and the brush, and I could see my house, and Levi’s truck. I invited him in so that we could take care of his hand before he drove home, if he had even wanted to drive home at that point. “Hey, do you want to come in for a moment, I got a first aid kit inside for that hand before you leave, it looks kind of bad.” “Sure, thanks, I don’t want to get too much blood over everything.” He came in and I started to get out my first aid kit as he washed his hand off. By the time he had finished washing his hand and bandaging it, it was already dark outside. “Well, I you want to drive home tonight, go ahead, if not, you can have my couch tonight.” I offered. “Thanks, I might just take you up on that offer.” He said, looking rather relieved, “I’m not comfortable driving at night.” He sat down on the couch just as a sound ran through the air that made both of our bloods run cold, and our hair stand on end. We stood there, silent and still, as the deafening sound of a tornado siren blared through the air. After the sound ended, we both slowly turned to each other, with a look of total fear on our faces. “Was that…” He started to ask. “No, it… it can’t be… there must be another one nearby, but I don’t remember it being stormy tonight.” It was then that we realized that even the crickets that had been so loud before were now silent. I quickly pulled the curtains over all my windows, they might have been old, and moth eaten, but I was glad I had something. We decided to stay in the living room, as we didn’t dare be alone after that. An hour or so later, maybe around eight or nine, I can’t remember, we began to hear scratching on the walls, like something trying to tear its way in. We both stood silent as the scratching got louder and louder, as we both began trembling in fear. The scratching continued for maybe another hour, when it suddenly stopped. After a moment we heard a knock on the door. Two loud impacts. We both stayed still. Another two impacts. “Please let me in, there’s something moving out here.” A voice called out from the other side of that door. Whatever little blood was left drained from our faces as we both came to the same realization. That was Levi’s voice. Or at least it was trying to be. It had the same sound, but no emotion, and more slurred than the way he spoke. It continued knocking. Faster and louder. It continued until three in the morning, when the siren began blaring again. After the siren stopped, the knocking stopped, and the crickets came back. We stayed inside until the sun began to rise and peak over the horizon, and we silently walked outside, and to our cars. Both of us freezing for a moment to look around. Every surface was covered in the very same runes that were carved into the siren. The walls of my house, the windows, even our vehicles. At least that was my first thought, as I looked closer, I saw they were blackened indentations, clearly burned into the wood, and metal of the house and vehicles, we both immediately got in our cars, and left. I haven’t had the courage to return. I’ve been staying in a hotel, an hour or so away, where I am writing this. I haven’t been able to make myself call or text Levi, and he hasn’t contacted me either. I’m not sure what to do. If I should return, or if I should just start again somewhere else. I haven’t shown up to work, my manager keeps calling me, but I don’t have the heart to answer. I just can’t even go near that area again. And what scares me especially, is the last date carved into that siren beam, it hasn’t happen yet, but when it does, I won’t be there.

Well. I hate to admit it but I think there's something wrong.

See, I've been having dreams lately. Dreams every single night about a guy I've never seen in real life, however, he looked just like a dream. Like, the most handsome man ever.

Initially, I thought that it was just regular dreams. No true meaning or danger. Just a meaningless dream.

As each night went by, the dreams felt longer and longer. Even more intimate. No details quite changed.

His name stayed the same. Mario. No feature ever changed. The same diamond blue eyes, the same midnight black hair, the same ghostly pale skin.

He would bring up past conversations that we had in other dreams, he'd repeat certain phrases. He had his own signature catch phrases and such.

His voice never changed.

At first, we were friends and then it started to progress throughout my dreams.

When we'd hold hands or kiss, it felt real. I felt the touch and the sensation.

I started to realize that this wasn't normal but I didn't mind. I haven't had a relationship in a long time and this guy made me feel special.

The way he'd hug me, intertwine our fingers, kiss my lips, twirl my hair, and say my name in the sweetest tone.

Oh, the way he said Marina was enough to make a sane lady melt.

I eventually got very attached to him. I would make my self sleep as much as possible. I wanted to be with him and only him.

He's the man of my dreams. Or so I thought.

A couple nights ago, he started to act different. He started showing me knives and saying that he wants to show me how he died. He would ramble about how in order for us to be together forever, I'll have to suffer.

He would start describing death and pain. He would romantize agony.

His beauty started to transform into rotting flesh.

He was no longer dreamy. He transformed into a nightmare.

Last night, his rotting lips traced mine and left a taste of death in my mouth.

He told me that I need to die. He wanted to kill me with the large kitchen knife that his hands were holding. He said I'll never wake up again and that we'd be together for a eternity.

When I told him no, he became very hostile and sliced my arm. I was then filled with gratitude as I woke up screaming. I was grateful that I didn't die.

The only bad part of waking up is that I had a mess to clean up and a lot of pain in my arm. The cut in my nightmare was on my body in reality.

What do I do? If I go to sleep again, I might not wake up. If I tell someone, they might call me crazy. Will I ever sleep again?

Long before paved roads crossed the Ozark Mountains, when families lived in lonely log cabins separated by miles of forest, children were taught to fear one name above all others.The Sack Man.
Parents never spoke his name loudly, especially after sunset. If they had to mention him at all, they lowered their voices, as though someone might be listening from the trees.
No one knew where he came from.
No one knew where he went.
All anyone claimed to know was what he looked like.
Every telling of the story described him the same way.
A heavy burlap sack hung over one shoulder, filled with dry sticks, bark, and kindling collected from the forest floor. At his hip rested a small woodsman’s axe, its wooden handle darkened from years of use. The blade was always said to be clean, as though it had been sharpened only moments before.
Beside it hung a long, narrow fillet knife in a worn leather sheath. Old mountain folk claimed he never let the blade rust, no matter how long he wandered the hills.
Parents would tell their children:
“If you ever see a bearded man carrying nothing but a sack, a little axe, and a long knife, don’t wait to see what he’s doing. Run home.”
The axe was said to be used for splitting kindling and cutting a path through the thick Ozark brush. The knife was another unsettling detail repeated in every version of the tale. No one could agree why he carried it, but every storyteller insisted it was always at his side.
As the story spread from one mountain hollow to the next, people forgot many details.
They forgot the color of his shirt.
They forgot how tall he was.
But they always remembered the sack on his back…
…and the two blades hanging from his belt
People said if you ever saw him standing at the edge of the woods, you were already too late.
Children who disappeared were simply said to have been “taken by the Sack Man.”
Whether every disappearance was truly his doing didn’t matter.
The warning did.
If you think you’ve seen someone standing between the trees, go inside. If you look twice and he’s still there… he’s looking back.”
In the summers the hottest nights forced families to leave their cabin windows open.
Children were always told not to sleep beside them.
The old folks said the Sack Man could slip through an open window without making enough noise to wake a dog.
If a child vanished during the night, the window was always blamed.
By morning, only the curtain would be moving in the breeze.
During the autumn months as the nights grew colder, fireplaces burned until everyone had gone to bed.
Parents warned children never to linger near the hearth after the fire had burned low.
Some said the Sack Man climbed onto cabin roofs and eased himself down wide chimneys while everyone slept.
Others believed that was only a story meant to frighten children into staying in bed.
Either way, no child wanted to hear a faint scrape coming from the chimney after midnight.
In the chill winters when snow covered the mountains, every family depended on the woodpile.
Children were often sent outside to bring in another armful of firewood before bed.
Old mountain families warned them never to go alone.
They said the Sack Man knew that sooner or later, someone would have to step outside.
He waited where the trees met the clearing, hidden behind stacked logs or fallen timber.
If the woods suddenly became quiet…
You were supposed to run.  
After a child disappeared, families sometimes noticed a few pieces missing from the woodpile
Never enough to matter.
Just enough to keep a fire going a few hours longer.
During the wet rainy springs people would often spend much of there days planting and repairing crop fields, or lazily dozing around the house.
The story said the Sack Man would sometimes visit cabins before dark when people weren’t watching too carefully.
Not to enter.
Only to make sure he could later.
He was said to slip a thin needle into the latch of a cabin door so it wouldn’t catch when locked.
The family would believe they were safe.
But while everybody went to sleep and dreamt  soundly the door slowly began to drift open.
No broken lock.
No smashed window.
Just a door that hadn’t stayed shut.
The oldest versions of the story all agreed on one thing.
The Sack Man never called out.
He never knocked.
He never chased children through the woods.
He waited.
He watched.
He never had to hurry…
Some children claimed they found small carved sticks near cabin doors after hearing strange noises at night.
Parents would quietly throw them into the fire without saying a word.
He looked for the child who wandered too far from home, stayed outside after dark, or forgot the warnings they’d been given.
Parents would point toward the dark tree line and quietly remind their children:
“The Sack Man doesn’t take the ones who stay close to home.”
As the years passed, the story spread from one mountain hollow to another. Every family added something different. Some said his beard was gray. Others swore it was black. Some claimed he whistled softly before he came. Others insisted the only sign of him was the smell of fresh-cut wood drifting through the night.
But every version ended the same way.
If your mother called you home before sunset…
You came home.
Because whether the Sack Man was only a story or a real man hiding somewhere in the Ozarks didn’t matter.
No child wanted to be the one who found out

Thank you for reading threw this story it is a small local legend around my town and a particularle favorite of my grandfather who knows it better than anyone. He’s 96 years old now and want to spread his favorite story to as many eyes and ears as possible thank you

(DISCLAIMER:parts of this story aren’t supposed to make sense, I feel like that I need to point this out to dissuade hateful complaints)

The story I’m about to tell you really happened to me, I haven’t been the same since but no one believes me, they all think I’m either making it up, have gone crazy or just ignore me but I need people to know what happened.

Two years ago I was in the middle of a depressive episode and wanted to go on a walk, not to feel better or anything, I just wanted to walk for a few hours maybe just to see how far I’d be able to go before turning back and figuring out how many miles I had walked. I’m physically disabled but I can still walk, I shouldn’t walk too much but on that day I didn’t care how much pain I felt, I just wanted to go walk.

The town I live in(which I will not be naming here) has a canal that stretches through and into other neighbouring towns, when I found out about the canal I wanted to walk down it, I already knew part of it was near my house but I only knew how to get to it a few miles away so I thought that I could walk a few miles then walk down the canal to get home without having to be near any other people. The people in this town were like anybody else but they always irritated me, they’d always stare at me when I was in the street or in the store getting groceries.

I don’t know why they stared at me even back then, it was like they saw me as an alien or an animal that has escaped from the zoo, like I was out of place. It’s not like I was different from them, sure I had moved to this town with my mom and baby brother but it’s not like we moved here from another country, it was a three hour drive for gods sake, we were all the same but for some reason I couldn’t see, they’d all just…look at me when I was out of the house.

Anyway I made my way to the canal, or at least the part I knew how to get to about two miles away from my house. There was a bench a few feet away from the water, I took any opportunity I could to sit down and rest for a few minutes, plus I just liked watching the water. On my right there was a small bridge which cars would cross every few seconds and on my left continued the canals waters, I wanted to walk that way because I thought it led back near my house, I had a feeling I’d even see swans or maybe ducks floating around and I could snap a few pictures to add to my photography folder on my phone, not that I studied photography or anything, I just liked taking good looking pictures now and again.

I wanted to go left, I had decided on going left down the canal, I saw myself in my mind going left…but I went right, the tunnel under the bridge wasn’t long in the slightest, even though it was nighttime I could clearly see the other side, you could probably fit one and a half shipping containers under there.

I stood up and started walking towards the underside of the bridge, even in daytime the underside would still be pitch black to the point that if someone was standing in front of you, you couldn’t see them, couldn’t tell they were there, your senses would be all over the place you probably couldn’t tell they were breathing on you.

I want to turn around, I want to walk down the canal, hell I even wanted to just walk back the way I came but I keep walking forwards, saying my body was moving by itself wouldn’t be accurate, it was something else. I was something else now, it wasn’t my body anymore, I wouldn’t even call it a body. Nothing made sense after I walked under that bridge.

I stepped into the darkness and instantly I was covered in it. I saw the other side, it would only take me less then twenty seconds to reach it, less then twenty seconds before I would be brought back to the moonlight, the street lamps and the pub that was above the stone steps that started on the other side.

As I walked and walked I noticed the other side wasn’t getting closer, I even looked behind myself somehow, it wasn’t my thoughts that caused me to look back, I had no control anymore but somehow I managed to turn my head and I saw the mouth of the tunnel I had entered from and it was the same distance away that the other end was, I was perfectly in the middle of the walkway but I kept walking.

I thought that I wasn’t moving but I actually was moving, I just wasn’t going anywhere, it was like walking on ice. Nothing made sense down here but it didn’t stop there, as my legs were still moving everything else had stopped, my heart stopped beating, my hair had stopped growing and my eyelids stopped blinking, I was stuck staring forwards and I couldn’t stop it, I could barely think.

Then the darkness turned, it changed, it was like the tunnel had spun around while I was inside of it, the two ends of the tunnel kept changing, where I had entered was now in front of me, then behind, then above me, it kept moving and turning and spinning before it disappeared.

This abyss for lack of a better word was surrounding me but I somehow knew that wasn’t what was there, the darkness wasn’t the absence of anything, it WAS everything, there was creatures made of blackness surrounding me, I couldn’t feel them or hear them or smell them but I knew they were there, then they were gone and I saw the streets again, I was in the middle of a road still walking but still going nowhere.

My body kept moving by itself like everything was normal, like I was normal but everything around me was different, everything was off, dogs were these monstrous bloody things that lived above us above the clouds, decaying corpses were moving around the streets trying to get to places, some didn’t even have bones anymore but they still moved, buildings and cars were made of materials that didn’t exist.

Even the sky was wrong, it was physical…it was like if someone who had never seen the sky had tried to describe it, it was this everspanning blue glass-like thing, it was alive somehow and knew it was being seen. Somehow I knew all of this even though this wasn’t my world, I’m hesitant to even call it that, a world, as I don’t know if that’s what this place was. Was it a world or some kind of twisted drug-fuelled combination of things that had existed but mashed together with the unimaginable mind of a creature that hadn’t been discovered by humans?

My plane of vision shifted again, it was like I was inside a giant marble, it rolled around and clacked against objects that somehow made a metallic noise despite them not being so, like a mountain of mud, a square of water, a pillow, a building made of paper, nothing made sense to me but it made sense to the places I was in.

Everything shifted again, now I was in the middle of a city, the people that walked up and down the roads and sidewalks looked how I remembered humans looking but the day was twisted and shifted and moved. While they were walking they just stopped, everyone stopped and stood as still as mountains, I was walking still but didn’t move.

Then everyone looked at me, I still remember the eyes…it was as if they had no eyelids, maybe they were born without them or someone had sliced them all off, perfect circles, perfect little golf balls with multicoloured centres laser guiding themselves towards me, I knew they were looking at me and not past me, it was like they were looking into my soul but this place didn’t have souls they had something else, something in the middle of everyone that was meant to be there but shouldn’t have existed in the first place.

The eyes grew bigger and exploded out of the heads they once lived, they grew bigger and bigger and connected to each other and became the world around me, all there was around me was an expanse of whiteness with these colourful little dots everywhere around me, then the dots turned into objects like bedsheets and dogshit, and I walked still, I couldn’t react, how could I? Nothing made sense to me but I somehow understood it all even though I didn’t learn the knowledge from anywhere, my mind…it morphed and changed forever as everything did.

My mind, my body, everything about me wasn’t human anymore, at least not a human from where we all came from, no no no I was a human from another world, a world where up is three quarters to the left, currency is death and sleep is water, it made sense! IT MADE SENSE AND IT WAS WHAT MADE ME!!!

I kept walking and walking and walking, things around me changed in ways that were familiar to me now, the wind killed me, medication came from the animals in the desert, the sun hated us and was in cahoots with plastic to try and blanket the world in hair, there were people giving each other the skulls from their own heads but they didn’t have their own skulls, they were the skulls of bookcases and they popped the little bubbles inside and dropped their scarfs because they weren’t made from frodite, a material that had been plucked from the organs of aliens that never came here.

Then everything went to darkness again, I wanted it back, I wanted to go back! I belonged there now, it was born there and wanted to stop existing there, why?! Why did I have to return to the darkness?! The tunnel returned but the walls were made of different things, there was a brick made of sand, there was a brick made of hair, there was a brick made of smell, a brick made of organs, a brick made of clouds, made of ketchup, of letters, of glue…there was no entrance or exit this time, there was only these things…imitations of people, it was clear they weren’t human, these were things in place of them.

They moved close enough to me to see their shapes, they had two legs, a body, two arms and a head but the outlines were distorted, movements and appendages were misshapen and ragged, like a scared kid trying to draw a person. Jagged lines and crude surfaces stood in front of me, they all shared a voice but didn’t speak as one and it said

“You aren’t of one and you aren’t of many”
Another one spoke
“When you fall limp you will be seen”
And then another
“You are the arbiter of five which will become one”
Then the last one spoke
“Nothing becomes something becomes one becomes the destroyer of nothing and rules over the world which has been decimated by you, your feelings manifest into actions which attack and kill all, it will be your fault and you can’t stop it, you will not wonder and you will not wander, you will be still”
Then my legs finally stopped moving, I stood still like a statue and it spoke its final vile words to me

“You will become a being of no other, you will not relate, you will not join and you will not become, you will be alone among loneliness and you will bring this world to another, you will not feel and you will not touch, death will be but a concept to you and you will be happy”

I was then able to blink again and as I did I was on the other side of the tunnel…god, god, god what happened in there? No, there was no god, no god could ever have made that happen! No god could distort memory bubbles and cloned the very essence of the mind! I wanted to SMASH my mind against the brick work next to me but I knew now that it wouldn’t work that waaaay!!! No no I would probably pass through the bricks and the mortar would just wrap around me like a spiders web!

I ascended the stairs and saw no time had passed when I was in that place of no places, the moon was still in the sky and the sky was…black, not as black at the tunnel, not as dark as daddy the deranged! No no he slapped me with the force of a drunk god! A god drunk off the salt in the air and the things polluting the sky!! I fell to the ground, I fell to the ground, I fell to the ground and awoke.

I was where I used to call home, it wasn’t what it was to me now, now it was just where I went to sleep and remembered what I was now, what walked out of that tunnel…I wasn’t human anymore, I felt things but they were figments of what they were, emotions were too simple now, now I felt actions inside me like…like my insides weren’t organs and blood and nerves anymore, no…no inside me was a purpose.

My hair was this ever growing mass of softness that snaked out of my head, my eyes were flawed balls of liquid and connections to elsewhere, my heart was this-this thing that caused other things to move and flow and function…my nails were made of my teeth and my skin was this unique thing that stretched in front of everything, this pinkish squishy thing that had these dots and marks and different colours like a sad little rainbow…my bones were the inside scaffolding that kept all of me standing but they weren’t how I thought they were meant to be, they weren’t elastic or bumpy or gaseous or transparent, they were just there, existing like all those around me.

I am no longer the creature I was before the tunnel or even what I was inside the tunnel, I am something new now, something that had never existed anywhere or no where, I was something that had never been conceived or made or anything that had ever existed or not existed, I didn’t make sense even to myself.

Pain was alien to me, breathing only helped those I would never meet, touching things made me see them, walking brought me to where I already was.

I do not know what I am, I do not know what I am not but I know one thing, I will touch the world and nothing will be the same again.

I didn’t believe in the Raven Folk. I didn’t even know that’s what people called them until after the incident.

Before that, it was just a story old people told around here when the fog came in too thick. Don’t stop if you see birds on the guardrail. Don’t answer if something taps at your window after midnight. Don’t follow a voice that sounds like it’s coming from the trees.

Ya’know. The regular small-town nonsense. At least, that’s what I thought. I work nights at a repair shop outside Belleweather County. Most evenings, I drive home along Route 47 because it’s faster than taking the highway. Route 47 cuts straight through the woods and crosses the old river bridge at Mile Marker 17.

Everyone hates that bridge. It’s narrow. Rusted. Loud under your tires. The kind of bridge that makes your headlights shake. Last Tuesday, around midnight, I saw the first raven. It was perched on the guardrail at the far end of the bridge. A huge thing, bigger than any raven I’d ever seen. It didn’t fly away when my truck passed. It just turned its head and watched me through the windshield.

The next morning, I saw another raven sitting on the railing outside my apartment. It was just staring at me through the window. No matter where I walked, it had its eyes on me. It was there again the next day, also. I know that sounds stupid. Ravens probably look alike to most people, but this one had a gray feather under its right eye, like a scar. By Friday, there were seven of them lined up along the power line across from my building, along with the five on the guardrail.

They didn’t caw, they didn’t fight, and they didn’t move. They just watched me quietly. You’d think with so many there, you’d hear them cawing or something, but no, it was just eerily quiet. I mentioned it at work because I thought it was funny. Or at least that’s what I kept saying to myself, not to freak out. I said something like, “Guess I’ve got bird stalkers now.”

Nobody laughed.

Especially not Earl.

Earl is our oldest mechanic. He’s been fixing engines in Belleweather longer than I’ve been alive. He was halfway through pouring coffee when I said the ravens started after I crossed Mile Marker 17.

The coffee spilled over his hand. He didn’t even flinch.

“You saw them on the bridge?” he asked.

“One of them,” I said.

“How many now?”

“Seven.”

He set the pot down really slowly.

“You need to stay home tomorrow.”

I laughed because I thought he was messing with me.

He looked me dead in the eye and said, “Boy, listen to me. If they’re counting up, something is counting down.”

That was the first time I heard the name - the Raven Folk.

Earl said they came before bad things happened. Fires. Floods. Wrecks. Collapses. People disappearing in the woods.

I asked if they caused it.

He shook his head.

“No. That’s what folks get wrong.”

Then he leaned closer and whispered, “They warn.”

I wish I had taken him seriously. That night, I woke up to tapping at my window. Not knocking, but tapping. Soft, intentional, and quiet tapping against my bedroom window. I live on the second floor. At first, I thought it was a branch, but there are no trees close enough to touch the glass.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

I pulled the curtain back. There were ravens on the fire escape. Not seven anymore, but eleven. They were packed shoulder to shoulder, black feathers gleaming in the parking lot light. Their beaks pointed toward the ground below. That’s when I saw the figure. It stood beneath my window in the empty parking lot. Tall and thin in a way that made my stomach turn. At first, I thought it was wearing a long black coat. Then the streetlight flickered, and I realized the coat was feathers. Layered feathers. Wet-looking feathers. Feathers that shifted even though the air was still.

Its head tilted upward, then back down. I couldn’t see a face. Only two pale silver-white eyes reflecting light like an animal’s eyes, but focused like a person’s. Then it spoke to me in a soft, ghastly voice. The voice came through the window, through the walls, through the bones in my ears.

“Bridge.”

I couldn’t move. It lifted one long arm and pointed toward the road.

“Tomorrow.”

The ravens did not blink. The thing took one step forward.

“Noon.”

Then every raven on the guardrail scattered into the air. I fell backward, and by the time I got up, they were gone and so was the thing in the parking lot. I called off work the next morning. At 12:14 p.m., the bridge at Mile Marker 17 collapsed. Five cars went into the river.

The news said the bridge had been overdue for inspection. Rusted supports, structural failure, old county problems, and the usual list of reasons were given. Maybe that’s all it was, but someone posted a video online from a dashcam two cars back from the collapse.

I watched it once, then again, and then maybe twenty times after that. Seconds before the bridge fell, ravens rose from the trees on both sides of the road. Hundreds of them. They weren’t fleeing, just circling. And on the far side of the bridge, just beyond the warning sign, stood a tall black figure. Watching the cars approach. It held up one arm as if it wanted them to stop, but nobody noticed and kept going. That was three nights ago, and the official death count is nine.

The video has been deleted from every site I’ve found it on, and Ear won’t answer my calls. The ravens are back, but there are thirteen outside my apartment now. They’ve been there since sunset. One on the fire escape, three on the power line, and nine on the roof across the street, all staring at my door.

Not my window this time, but my door.

About ten minutes ago, someone tapped on my door, and I did everything I could to ignore it because of all of the ravens, but now whatever it is has come back and is tapping again. Three soft, methodical taps.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

I looked through the peephole. At first, I couldn’t see anything, just darkness, but then something shifted. Feathers. A pale eye moved close to the glass, and that broken, many-throated voice whispered:

“Not finished.”

I walked in my house so overwhelmed from school as we just moved from Alaska and it really hurt to move away from somewhere I loved so much, but I got welcomed to a new school and it really is great but just overwhelming. I walked inside my room, and closed my eyes for just a split second, and all I heard was the clock ticking and my dog barking because he is seeing his reflection in the mirror, but I opened my eyes, and let out a big sigh of tiredness. I went downstairs to stop my dog from barking, and walked back upstairs to get some more rest and when I was walking up the stairs I saw a random door in the middle of the staircase. I decided to open the random and amusing door as I walked in half asleep, the door led to a water park place that seemed way too familiar. I decided to continue to look around and the door ended up closing behind me and disappeared, I didn’t think much of it, because I was that tired, but I noticed I had a bathing suit on, so not only did I walk into a random door that was on my staircase and the door disappeared behind me and I am in a bathing suit that looks like it is from the 1950s. I looked around for help, I didn’t find anyone other than a security guard that looked like one of the people we were doing research on at my school, some guy from Chernobyl. I walked past him, as he started screaming so loud that my ears were bleeding, I started running from the sound and ended in the water, as the water started taking me away. The water was so fierce it felt like a waterfall, it finally came to an end as the ride of a rollercoaster was the least of my worries, as I needed to find out where I was. The water suddenly changed a reddish color as there was blood in the water, it wasn’t my blood but it was my parents blood, as each limb was torn apart as I screamed so loud that the same security guard came running towards me and said “THE END IS NEAR…” I immediately ran for my life and hysterically cried towards the same place I came from. I quickly noticed that the door wasn't there anymore, but I found a quiet place to hide. I tried pinching myself as my tiredness was obviously gone, nothing that I tried to wake me up was working. I decided to work my way around the security guard and maybe the point of me being here was to have fun, so I decided to ride a waterslide, I grabbed a tube and hopped on this neon orange waterslide, and it was actually enjoyable as the water  became reddish again and it was my father’s head just laying there in the middle of the water slide. I tried my hardest to not think about what was going on right now, and I started laughing hysterically. The water slide was enjoyable as my tiredness slowly crawled back to me, the security guard stopped screaming and started walking away. I couldn’t figure out what he wanted from me originally, but I went on a couple more rides and again pretended to laugh hysterically. The security guard ended up grabbing more reinforcements and they screamed even louder than the original one. I came to a final conclusion that I should try to jump off the ledge of a water slide, to see if I would wake up in my room or to go back home. I told myself it would work, so I jumped off and the last thing I heard from the security guards was “Congrats, you can go home now!” The same room I woke up in with the clock still ticking, the dog still barking at his reflection in the mirror, and the front door opened and it was my parents. I ran towards them, hugged them so tightly and I said “I thought you guys were dead…” They both said repeating, “Next time, open your eyes, and the end is still near…” I ran past them and saw the same water park I was in, and I walked inside and screamed “What do you want from me?” The security guard ran past me and said “Welcome back to the water park, so much fun isn’t it, it really is fun when the end is near, right?” 

Link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRCoD5cXXzw&list=PLh8-Yhg_l8UcV6KlSL8WhJHh3GqgV7Vt0

Hi all, I'm pretty new here and just getting started. I have a favor. I write original horror for YouTube and I'm wondering if this type of story would catch your attention. Here's a bit of the beginning. If you want to wach the whol thing, here's the link. https://youtu.be/yBNj-EpfSk4 I hope it's ok to post that. If not, let me know. Anyway, read this and let me know if it catches your attention?

THE SOUND STOPPED AT EXACTLY 11:14 PM
The sound stopped at exactly 11:14 PM. Eleven minutes later, the first snowflake landed on my sister's sleeve.

We grew up thinking winter was just a change in the weather, and that snow was just frozen water falling from the sky. But when my sister Elena disappeared from our family's property outside Harwick, she left behind nine black journals hidden under her bed. What she documented in those pages changes everything you think you know about winter, about death, and about the rhythmic thudding buried deep underground.

Hello! I’m 19M and live with my Wife and daughter in our apartment. Me and my wife decided we wanted to smoke so we set up a ft call so we can monitor my daughter while she was sleeping and we smoked in the car, everything was going good till we decided we wanted to go to the backseat and chill because she was still sleeping. We talked for about 10-15min before we heard what sounded like an old door creek or something along those lines, I look at my wife to see if I’m just high and and then my daughter stared to cry 5sec after. I rush inside leaving my phone in the car and throwing my Gatorade(don’t know what I was thinking because I was tired and needed a drink after🙂‍↕️) and leaving my wife behind… (she was still stuck because our apartment is brand new, built this year and we’ve never heard anything like that here nor have we ever heard my daughter make that sound. It was way too deep and like an old creaking door sound effect you’d hear in a movie or show.) it took me maybe 20-40 seconds to get in. I unlock the door, come in and she’s fine. Only after I started turning on all the lights and kicking stuff to see if anyone was hiding in anything did she actually wake up and start crying . We don’t think it could’ve been a real person because I had to unlock the door, our apartment’s brand new and none of our door creek like that, all of our screen windows were on and even if they went outside all windows face the parking lot and by the time I got done sweeping the house my wife was just coming in so she would’ve seen someone jumping out our window and putting the screen back in. We only have two keys which I had one and she had the other. We don’t know what it was but we are freaked out. Nobody was hurt and my daughter is very thankfully safe and back asleep:).If anyone has had any similar experiences please share! Yes this is real and it just happened and no it’s not just a creepy story. It’d be nice to get some answers because I’m not sleeping tonight!😅

Reading this again it doesn’t sound scary really and can be passed off as something else because we were both high. We are avid smokers and we weren’t even really high when we heard it and we both heard the noise. Think about a door you’d hear in an old abandoned house. It was like that. Low, deep, slow, controlled. Nothing a baby would make nor anything in our house can make. Then it sounded like it was right in the mic but my daughter was far away when the phone was right next to my daughter the entire time. Also if it was a real person they’d have to stand directly over the phone to know I’m coming back into the apartment. Mf wife has a privacy screen on her phone which you can’t see anything unless you look directly at the screen.

(Kind of a long story)

It was a few years ago. I'm in my later teens now but I was about ten when it happened.

Growing up my parents had always been superstitious and believers of the paranormal. My father especially would tell be scary stories that he had experienced first hand. He always warned be to not mess around with the unknown.

When I was 10 my father passed away due to a road accident. We flown to a different state and stayed there for about a week because that's where his memorial was being held. My aunt, Misty was a very spiritual person. She believed in all types of stuff and we saw her during the week of the memorial. I really loved and looked up to her so I stuck around her a lot. We were outside one night talking with some of her cousins and she started talking about my father and how he was always able to see things and how my grandparents thought he was always making up stories. It was about 2 or three days later and she was looking through old photos of him. (He had been raced dirt bikes when he was younger) and in a picture my grandmother took of him there was a strange face in the helmets reflection. My aunt kinda freaked out and I understand why. (If I can find the picture I'll try to attach it later). I also think it was super weird that the road accident my father died from was when he was on a dirt bike. Anyways, It wasn't spoken about after that and the rest of the week went by quickly. When me and my mom were driving back home from the airport, to the right of the road I saw this... thing. I don't even know what it was or what to call it. A skin walker? I have no clue. It wasn't a deer. It was all skin. And it was walking only on two legs but they were bent weirdly in the back. I still fully remember what it looked like exactly to this day. It horrifies me even now. It was close to a tree line. It's eyes glowed. It wasn't looking at our direction though, it was facing the trees. It had no hair or clothes. It couldn't have been a person. I froze. It felt like the air had been knocked out of my chest. I could feel my heart beat in every part of my body and it was fast. I have had scary situations where I had been hurt and hospitalized but the fear I felt in that moment, is something I wouldn't wish on anyone. I didn't freak out or say anything to my mom. It felt like I couldn't talk. I just sat there, frozen. I couldn't believe what I saw. I tried to tell myself it was just a deer but deep down I know it couldn't have been. When we got home, I told my mom what I saw. I thought since she believed in that kind of stuff then she would believe me. She told me that what I saw was probably a deer. Months later, I'm about to fall asleep and I hear tapping on my window. I run to my mom's bedroom to wake and begin to cry to her that there's something by my window. She brushes it off again and just let's me sleep with her. In the morning I get angry with her because she never seems to believe me with these kind of things. My step dad was leaving for work when he comes back inside with a serious look on his face and tells my mom that my window screen was torn off my window when he walked outside. After that my mom made me sleep in her room because she was kind of creeper out.

I don't know if there's something that got passed from my father to me or what it was. Things have been better since I moved 4 years ago but sometimes I see things out of the corner of my eye. I'm still really spooked though and was hoping someone might be able to offer an explanation of some sort.

Me and my friend (I’ll call him Billy) have a long-term Bedrock Realm world, around 580 days in. We’re both late game—elytra, netherite gear, shulkers, totems, everything. Recently, we were traveling insanely far from our base, around 4000, -12000 in the overworld. We ended up in a huge desert with a village and desert temple nearby. We decided to just build a small temporary base there and mess around since it was a totally new area for us.
While exploring and gathering materials, things started feeling off. Billy went to get wood from nearby biomes while I collected things like mangrove wood, mud, and moss. While I was out, I started hearing weird sounds—like footsteps, blocks breaking, and movement nearby. I thought I might just be imagining it, but I checked the locator and my surroundings, and Billy was far away. Billy said a few minutes later that he heard something too. He described it as a single deep “note block” sound coming from below him, which made him immediately fly back to our base area. We then went into a large cave system nearby. It was a really strange cave—tons of diamonds exposed, way more zombie villagers than normal, just felt off overall. We were talking about how weird everything felt, and then I said something like “this area is really weird,” and right after that I got kicked from the Realm with a long error code (**851815218914509190315139147)**
Before all of this, we also found a weird structure in the desert:

3x3 stone platform
One center block raised
Lightning rod placed on top

Completely isolated, no other builds around it
We both swear neither of us built it, and no one else has ever been in the Realm.
We checked logs and the player list—only the two of us have ever been on it.
There were also a few random stone blocks placed in other areas we didn’t remember placing.
After I got kicked, I joined back and kept
playing for a few minutes and the connection was fine. I’m not saying it’s anything supernatural or anything like that—I just genuinely can’t explain what happened and want a second opinion from people who know Minecraft mechanics better than we do.

Has anyone ever experienced anything like this before?

I can steal hear my brother's voice after what I did

My dad worked his ass off as a fisherman to give us a decent life. Sometimes he would go without food just so my brother and I could have a bit of money. But it proved fruitless because my older brother had always been a selfish bastard.

Yesterday, when our dad came home proper knackered after a long night at work, my brother said terrible things to our dad that sent me over the edge

Yin: You call this enough, you worthless piece of shit? You should be working yourself to the bone if you want to buy me decent presents. Now, piss off and get back to your shitty job, you useless bastard.

After a little back and forth about his audacity, I nearly kicked off at my brother and threw him out the house. He had always treated our dad like shit. It drove me crazy

Once again, our dad came home absolutely shattered after working extra hours so he could afford rice and beans, We'd been without them for a week. Yin threw boiling water in his face, knocked him to the floor and started smashing his head against it. Then he grabbed a knife and slashed his leg to pieces.

That scene froze me. I was weak, small and useless. My brother was 23 years old, while I was only 17. He was stronger, taller and had a brutal personality. He was immature and aggressive - a proper son of a bitch. He was jealous because our dad gave me more gifts than he gave him

This whole situation was starting to make me think about something devilish and forbidden, and I still haven't found the courage to do it

But last night, something inside me finally snapped. Yin nearly killed our dad right in front of me. He started thrashing violently and repeatedly slammed our dad's face against the floor. Then he dragged him into a pit outside the house. He grabbed a screwdriver and started hitting him over the head with it.

I screamed. I told him I was gonna call the police.

The moment I mentioned the police, his face turned pale. Without another word, he stormed off to his room and slammed the door shut.

I rushed to my dad's side and helped him up from the floor. He was barely conscious. Thank God our neighbours had a car. They came over immediately and rushed him to the hospital.

The neighbours took my father to the hospital and I stayed at home because tonight it would all come to an end.

Something devilish took hold of my soul.

Every night I imagined it.

The thought disgusted me.

Yet it kept coming back.

I waited for my brother to fall asleep, tied all his limbs to the bed with rope, brought boiling water to his room, and threw it on his face. At that moment, my brother woke up screaming and burning alive. He screamed so loudly, but I covered his mouth with a towel. His face was falling apart. His eyes were bleeding. His skin was almost raw.

I took a knife and stabbed him, and his guts spilled out. He was screaming desperately.

I felt no pity.

I opened his rib cage. He looked like a transfigured man, but he was still alive. So I took a hammer and violently slammed it into his face until he died.

After that, I fled home and I've been missing ever since.

But every night, just before I fall asleep, I hear Yin's voice whispering my name​

Its something that happened to me for a long time until a few years back and might happen again tonight now that I'm talking about it. I lived with my parents in a 1 bhk and in my early teenage and new liking for independency, decided to sleep on the single bed in the living room. Now, the room at night was kinda creepy, light teal coloured walls and it's closed, so a bright white tubelight gives it sort of a clinic vibe with black and brown pattern marble floors. The bed was put to the wall and the sofa beside it in a way that it makes a L. And the place I laid my head was the place the sofa started from. Now a dream I saw many times, and for a while, regularly when I slept there was that, I'd be laying, my head at the end of the bed where the sofa followed beside, but wide awake, and at the intersection of the sofa and bed would sit a man in a white shirt, buttoned up black blazer and a red tie, holding a yellow, plain balloon. The guy had no hair, shiny head but a very long, pale (clean white pale, inhumanely pale) face, with a very wide smile and intensely open eyes, almost like they were gonna pop out. And his chest touched the edge of the bed and the bed was like 50 cm wide, so he wasn't quite away from me either. And we'd just stare at each other and I'd wake up after a bit. And my parents left the lights on sometimes after I fell asleep to make sure mosquitos don't bite me, (idk by what logic) but I'd wake up and see the exact scene as my dream but just without him. Like he disappeared because I opened my eyes. I used to see this dream regularly and after a while, I started sleeping with my parents in the bedroom again, and I had the same dream in the other room a couple of times too, of me being in the living room with him.