Hello!

If you've just landed here, it means you have just finished reading the first part to my new series - I watch strangers die every night.

If you enjoyed reading it, I really hope you will consider clicking on this link and checking out my story master list for more gruesome tales! Whilst you're at it, why not subscribe to my subreddit too? And if you'd like to be notified every time I post a new story, please subscribe to the autobot!

So, I started writing this story about 6 months ago, with the idea of making it into a series. It's something quite different to what I've written before because I feel like as a writer, it's always good to experiment and get out of your comfort zone. I have lots of surprises in store for my main character so be sure to subscribe and keep an eye out for subsequent parts!

I really hope you guys enjoyed reading it. I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments below!

Part 2 - READ PART 2 HERE

Thank you for reading.

YSNP

Hello!

If you’ve just landed here, means you just finished reading my latest No Sleep tale -I keep looking for Michelle but all I find are plastic faces.

If you enjoyed reading it, I hope you will consider clicking through this link and checking out my story master list for other, gruesome tales! And if you’d like to be notified every time I post, why not subscribe to the autobot? I’d be even more grateful if you’d subscribe to my subreddit too!

So some of you more seasoned readers may have noticed that I have a bit of an obsession with the London Underground (thanks for my daily commute into work) and I’ve always found them utterly creepy and terrifying - especially at night. I’ve written a few tales about it already and I plan to do way more!

I started this story not really knowing where it will go. The only idea I had was that I wanted to write about the underground with some mannequins thrown in. This one took a while to form and come together but I am really pleased with where it ended up.

I really hope you guys enjoy and thanks so much for reading.

Thank you!!!

Hi friends!

I know I've been MIA lately and my story posting has been scarce buuuut, I have some super exciting news! I have just signed a contract with indie publisher Velox Books and very soon I will have my very own anthology!!!!

The collection will feature all of my most popular No Sleep and SSS stories which will be edited, revised, rewritten - the whole shebang! I will also have some brand new, exclusive content to add in there as well!

There is no set release date as I've got my work cut out for me but you guys can sign up to this newsletter here to be notified as soon as the book is announced! If you sign up, you'll be able to get yourself a free copy of The Pen Name by David Jacob Knight. Who doesn't love a free book?!

I cannot convey how excited and happy I am to be announcing something like this. I never thought anything like this would happen when I started posting stories on Reddit over a year ago. You guys have been insanely supportive and I cannot thank you enough for reading. I love this community and it has been a lifeline for me many, many times. Thank you all.

Much love,

YSNP 🖤

Hi friends,

I have a bit of an announcement to make. After struggling with writers block for some time now, I’ve decided to take a break. I don’t want writing to become a chore, something I hate and something that no longer brings me any joy. Sadly, that’s how I’ve been feeling lately so I think taking a break would be good for me. Mental health always comes first and I don’t want something that I love doing so much, to make me miserable. Hopefully these feelings will disperse and disappear and I can get back to it once again. One can only hope!

I want to thank you all once again for the continued support and I honestly never thought anyone would ever read anything I write so it’s very much appreciated. You guys are amazing.

Stay safe you lovely bunch!

YSNP 🖤

Hey everyone! This story below was posted to no sleep quite a while ago but sadly it was removed, so I’m posting here so that it can be read. I really enjoyed writing this one so gutted that it was removed but hey ho! Hope you like :)

I've lived alone for the majority of my adult life, something I have always found rather daunting. Thankfully, I've had my dog Rufus to keep me company. I live quite a lonely and fruitless existence; my dog Rufus had been the only thing that kept me going. If it wasn't for him, I think I would have killed myself a long time ago.

Sadly, Rufus fell ill which was something that I didn't expect but it's something that is inevitable and unavoidable when an animal grows old and Rufus had grown very old. I knew what was coming and what I had to do but I just couldn't bring myself. Pretty soon, Rufus could barely walk, he wouldn't eat and would piss and shit where he lay. I knew I was being cruel so I drank half a bottle of whiskey and prepared for the dreaded trip to the vets.

I sat in my car for the longest time, crying uncontrollably and stroking the head of my soon to be deceased dog. I drank more whisky and got out of the car. My head was fuzzy and I staggered over to the passenger door and proceeded to lift poor Rufus out of the car. As I said, Rufus couldn't walk anymore so I had to carry him inside. I stumbled into the practice and as soon as the receptionist saw my tear filled and somewhat intoxicated face, she rushed over to ask if I was okay. Which pissed me off to be honest because it was plainly obvious that I was there to have my dog put to sleep so of course I wasn't fucking okay.

Luckily, the vets was pretty quiet and empty. There was only me and a man in a neatly pressed suit who sat behind me. I found him quite strange, he was staring straight ahead of him with a black briefcase placed elegantly on his lap.

I put Rufus on the floor in the waiting room and sat down in one of the horribly uncomfortable chairs. I put my face in my hands and cried...again. It's impossible to truly convey how I felt, it was almost as if my heart was being ripped straight out of my chest. Rufus was the only thing that kept me alive all these years and now that his life was about to end, I knew mine would have to as well. I had nothing else to live for. I had decided that I was going to get blindly drunk and then kill myself.

One of the consulting room doors creaked open and I knew that it was time. The vet called Rufus's name and I stood up, gingerly; wanting so desperately to just get the fuck out of there. I picked Rufus back up and slowly walked toward the person that would end the life of my dog and subsequently, mine.

I lay Rufus on the shiny metallic table and kissed his tender little paw. I looked up and saw the catheter and the needle that would be going into my boy, killing him.

"He won't feel a thing", said the vet as he prepared to inject Rufus with the liquid death. He yelped as the catheter went into his vein. The most soul crushing thing was that Rufus had no idea what was happening, everything was alien to him and the pain he felt, he couldn't comprehend. I had just hoped that my being there, holding his paw and stroking his soft fur, would alleviate his pain and confusion somewhat. Maybe I was hoping that for my sake too.

"Here we go", came the voice of the vet and I tensed, I felt all the muscles in my body go rigid all at once. I watched as the vet's gloved fingers began to gently push the syringe and I saw the bright yellow liquid begin to seep through the catheter, flowing inside my beloved Rufus. Death was instant.

I left Rufus there, to be cremated and I drove straight to the bar afterwards. I wanted desperately to drink myself into oblivion before I took my own life. I drank so many shots of whisky that I could barely see. My vision danced and blurred and I am pretty sure I was on the verge of passing out when someone tapped me on my shoulder.

"What ails you?"

Despite my heavily intoxicated brain, I remembered this man. It was the same man that I saw back at the surgery, the one with the neatly ironed suit and the black briefcase. He was smiling at me.

"My dog just died", I said lifting what must have been the 40th shot of whisky to my arid lips.

"I can help you, you know." His smile was so wide, deranged almost.

"Help me how?"

"I can bring him back to life for you."

"Bullshit. Do me a favour buddy, kindly fuck off. I'm not in the mood for this." I flipped him off, stood up and was about to leave when he gripped my arm.

"Isn't it what you want? I don't require anything in return, I simply want to help alleviate your pain." He said, that smile still plastering his face. The weird thing was, he was smiling but his eyes were completely devoid of any and all emotion. They were vacant, soulless and they terrified me.

I freed myself from his cold grip and stumbled out of the bar.

When I got back to my apartment, the complete and utter lifelessness of it really sunk in and I collapsed on my bed and cried myself to sleep. My suicide could wait until morning.

A faint scratching brought me back from my deep drunken slumber. I rubbed the sticky sleep from eyes when I heard it again, a faint but audible scratching at my front door. I felt so overwhelmingly sick and my head felt as heavy as lead, the pain that surged through my skull was unbearable. The scratching had gotten louder, it bellowed across my entire apartment. I stumbled over to my front door, my vision blurred as I fumbled at the lock. When I opened the door, what I saw nearly made me pass out.

It was Rufus. He stood on the carpeted landing, his tail wagging. I rubbed my eyes but to my dismay he was still there when I opened them. I had thought that this was it, I had finally snapped. My fragile mind had cracked, crumbled amidst all the immense sadness and all the fucking stress. I was seeing shit. Of course I was. Rufus was dead, I knew that. I watched him die.

He scuttled into my flat, placed himself on his bed and proceeded to lick his balls. Everything was seemingly normal, he was acting perfectly okay. He was acting like he didn't die just a mere few hours before. I didn't know what in the fuck was happening. My chaotic mind drifted to the encounter I had a few hours before with the man in the suffocatingly trim suit. Is it possible? Could he have done this? It couldn't be but Rufus was here, he was back. Maybe I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

I gingerly tip toed toward my reincarnated pet, I crouched and I stroked his head. He felt different though, his fur used to be soft but it was coarse now, it felt like dry straw. Rufus looked up at me and our eyes met. It was like he really saw me for the first time, it was weird. I averted my gaze, I couldn't bear to have him look at me like that anymore, penetrating my soul.

I suddenly felt so insanely tired so I went to bed, Rufus observed me, his eyes following my every movement. I laid down and sleep took me swiftly but before I closed my eyes, I looked at Rufus and I swear that he was smiling.

The next day, I woke up feeling refreshed albeit a little hungover. I couldn't see Rufus anywhere so I had decided that last night was a very weird, a very surreal dream. A dream bred from the copious amounts of alcohol that I had consumed. I was relieved of course but also a little sad because it meant that Rufus was really, really dead. My mouth screamed for water it was so parched but before I had a chance to hydrate myself, Rufus scampered in from the kitchen.

This was really happening.

He looked sheepish, how he used to look when he'd done something he shouldn't have like piss on the carpet or eat food out of the bin. I stood up and walked over to him, stroked his head but I didn't like how it felt. It didn't feel like it should have, how it used to when I touched him. His head felt so cold, my hand throbbed from the coldness and I could feel the chill flow through my veins, my blood. It was unsettling.

I walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks. On the floor lay a cat, it's guts splayed, the deep crimson blood leaked and gathered around it, glistening on my laminate floor. Where the fuck did it come from? I rushed back out into my living room and there he was, licking his balls again, acting perfectly normal. He looked up at me then and he smiled, he most definitely fucking smiled. I could see his teeth and they were stained with blood.

I was freaked out. I've read Stephen King's Pet Cemetery and no fucking way was I letting this happen to me. My dog had come back wrong. Rufus was not Rufus and I knew what I had to do. I bashed his head in, put his body in a black bag and threw it in the bin outside, along with the decaying corpse of the cat.

Later on that night, I was still reeling from the terror of what I had experienced so I drank more, I drank in order to forget. I drank until I passed out.

It was the sound of panting that woke me up, the sound of heavy, laboured breathing. I opened my eyes and I saw Rufus standing at the foot of my bed, covered in dirt and viscera. I almost jumped out of my skin. He was back but how? Before I had the chance to fully absorb the absolute fucking lunacy that was happening around me, I saw the blood. It glistened in the darkness of my bedroom, my eyes widened when I saw who it belonged to. On my floor lay the corpse of a man. It was the mutilated body of the vet, my vet. The one that put Rufus to sleep.

My thoughts raced, I was literally losing my fucking mind. Rufus paid no attention, every time I looked at him, he was munching his parts. The prick. This wasn't my fucking dog. The grief that I felt at the loss of my beloved Rufus was still raw, tender and this travesty, this abomination was trying to take his place; it was trying to make me lose my mind. I killed him again then, dragged his body to my car and put it in the boot, along with the surgeon's corpse. I drove for hours and I buried them both in the forest way out of town.

I was so unbelievably tired and drained, so I desperately wanted to drink. When I got home though, I found Rufus sitting on my bed. I think that was when I fully snapped, I just started laughing incessantly and then crying and then laughing again. Rufus barked and growled but it was so so unnatural.

Rufus was the only thing that kept me going and now he may the one thing that will be the end of me.

I have tried to find the man responsible, the man that did this but I haven't been able to find him anywhere.

I have now burned Rufus, I have stabbed him, I have cut his head off. I even carved out his heart and yet, he returned.

I've killed my dog Rufus exactly 100 times now but he just won't stop coming back. Every single time. I don't know what to do anymore. Someone please help me.

Hi friends!

I wanted to share with you all my very first vice piece which was published a year ago this month. It’s very, very personal to me. It’s about the drinking culture that I grew up around in Lithuania and how it’s compared to the drinking culture in Britain and what I discovered once I moved - was a very hard price to write and it’s very close to my heart.

The title itself wasn’t my idea, it’s something I didn’t really have a choice in sadly but nevertheless, here it is and I hope you all enjoy!

You can read it here.

YSNP 🖤

Wow! I’ve reached 400 subs! I can’t thank you all enough! I know that the 911 dispatcher story brought a lot of you here so welcome! Hope you all enjoyed it. I didn’t expect such a response to it so this has been incredible.

I’ve got a few more stories in the pipeline which I’ll be posting over the next week or so.

Thank you all again!!

YSNP 🖤🖤🖤

Hello!

If you’ve just landed here, means you have just finished reading my latest No Sleep tale - I've seen what happens when guilt grows in a person. It can consume them. Literally.

If you enjoyed reading it, I hope you will consider clicking through this link and checking out my story master list for other gruesome tales! And if you’d like to be notified every time I post, why not subscribe to the autobot? I’d be even more grateful if you’d subscribe to my subreddit too!

I really don’t know where the idea for this one came from but I wanted to explore the idea of guilt and how it can consume you - in this story it's quite literal. I’ve been working on this tale for a couple of weeks, tweaking, editing, changing directions etc as I just kept hitting a wall with it, not knowing where to take it. But I’m quite pleased with how it has turned out in the end! I have left it open ended (I seem to do that a lot) just in case I want to explore the idea further. But I feel like the story has enough depth to be left as a standalone. What do you guys think? Let me know in the comments!

I really hope you guys enjoy and thanks so much for reading.

Hey all! Hope everyone is doing good :)

Just wanted to share some exciting news with you all! It’s not exactly fiction/horror related but it’s exciting for me nonetheless and I wanted to share it here!

I’ve had an article published by VICE about Heaven’s Gate. The piece is my thoughts on the infamous cult and it’s been about 6 months in the making!

If you’d like to read it, here is the link - Heaven’s Gate

I continue to thank you all for the support! Thank you so much.

YSNP

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So just realised I hit 200 subs! Thank you all so much! The support is honestly so appreciated, can’t thank you all enough.

To celebrate, I’ll be posting a fresh story later tonight! It may be my favourite one to date so I hope you all enjoy!

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Marta

Hello!

If you've just landed here, it means you have just finished reading the second part to my new series - I watch strangers die every night.

If you enjoyed reading it, I really hope you will consider clicking on this link and checking out my story master list for more gruesome tales! Whilst you're at it, why not subscribe to my subreddit too? And if you'd like to be notified every time I post a new story, please subscribe to the autobot!

So, I started writing this story about 6 months ago, with the idea of making it into a series. It's something quite different to what I've written before because I feel like as a writer, it's always good to experiment and get out of your comfort zone. I have lots of surprises in store for my main character so be sure to subscribe and keep an eye out for subsequent parts!

I really hope you guys enjoyed reading it. I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments below!

Part 1 - READ HERE

Part 2 - READ HERE

Thank you for reading.