To anyone reading this right now, listen up. My name is Max. I’m thirty-one years old and I live in the south of England. I don’t think I have much time, so I am going to tell my story on this forum. This is going to be extremely hard to write and I may end up breaking down in the process. But I need to warn you. You can believe me if you want or don’t, I don’t care anymore. Just heed my warning should any of these things happen to you, RUN!
You know those nights where you can hear something continuous and annoying? You can’t quite pinpoint where the noise is coming from, but it is undeniable that something intends to piss you off. A deep, uncontrollable anger begins to build inside you and it seems to take over your ability to sleep. The noise could be a tap dripping, it could be the cat’s water fountain running, it could be a branch outside brushing against your window or literally anything else for that matter.
Either way, it’s vexatious and you pray to whoever is up there amongst the clouds to make it stop. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. Well, what I’m about to tell you started with something like that… only its intent was a little more malicious. It must have been just passed midnight. I was sleeping peacefully spooning my wife, Vanessa, when I heard something. It sounded like a finger nail continuously tapping against the bedroom window. It woke me from my slumber and I just could not ignore it no matter how hard I tried. What made it worse was that I didn’t know where it was coming from. I turned my head to the window to see if it was coming from that direction, but when doing so, it sounded like it was behind me. I turned over to face the rest of the room and again, it was behind me. It was like it was all over the place except the direction I was looking. It was eerie but I didn’t pay it any mind. I just laid there and forced myself to ignore it to the best of my ability. Eventually, after what felt like countless hours of waiting, I fell anxiously back to sleep.
The following night, again, just passed midnight, I was awoken by the tapping sound. Only this time it was accompanied by a blistering cold. I’m talking Antarctic levels of cold. It was strange because the house was never cold, let alone this cold. Vanessa liked putting her iced feet on me at night and the only counter play to it was to keep the heating up full whack so her feet would be warm and toasty. I sat up and through the thickness of the night, I could see my breath. Something about the house felt uneasy. It was unnatural. Besides blackness and my breath, I couldn’t see a thing, but I could feel something. Not physically. It was more like an idea that was felt in my chest. The tapping was playing its tricks again. I listen to left and it was right, I listen to the right and it was left. There was nothing I could do but ignore it and try to go back to sleep. I cuddled in close to Vanessa to steal her warmth. Despite how difficult it was to relax, I eventually drifted back off.
For those of you who have read this far, I thank you. You may think tapping and a cold house is nothing to write home about, but I didn’t tell you how long this story goes on for. Everything I say here is true and I advise you stick around to read the rest. It gets worse. Even as I write this, my stomach lurches at the horrifying reality I find myself in.
So, again, just passed midnight I woke up. There was an air of peace this time though. No tapping and no cold. Vanessa lay sound asleep next to me. I never asked her if she heard the tapping or felt the cold. I didn’t think it was worth worrying her. For all I knew, I could have just been delusional. Waking up in the middle of the night and being a little confused isn’t uncommon. If I had dragged her into this, she might have thought I was crazy. I wish now, more than anything, that I did mention it. It might have ended differently. The feeling was still there though. That spine-chilling feeling of unease. The house was too quiet. It was like something was blocking out all external influence. No cars seemed to pass, no howling of the winds and even the neighbours were quiet. I scanned around the room, but it was still too dark. I sat still and waited for my eyes to adjust. The idea that something was there but I couldn’t quite see it plagued my mind. It was a few long and agonising minutes before my eyes adjusted. With my newly developed vision, I scanned the room again. On the chair in the corner of the room, where we threw the laundry we couldn’t be bothered to put away, was what looked to be a woman. She was unmoving. Unreactive. Unconcerned that I had seen her. It instilled the fear. Her head was tilted slightly. I freaked out. I reached for my phone on the windowsill. Nearly banged Vanessa against the wall in the process. I grabbed my phone. Spun to look at the chair. Turned the torch on. But nothing. Just a wicker chair covered in clothes. The clothes didn’t look to be shaped in a way that imitated a woman but what other explanation was there besides my mind playing tricks. I couldn’t, wouldn’t, go to sleep that night and boy did I feel it at work the next day.
I was out like a light on the fourth night. For a few hours at least. Again, at just gone midnight, I was awoken. This time it was to the sound of whimpering. I immediately looked to the chair and was relieved to see it was empty. Well, it looked that way with my unadjusted eyes. However, the whimpering was coming from Vanessa.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked. I was still sleepy, so I probably sounded uninterested.
“I had a nightmare. A lady who looked just like me came to me and told me to leave you alone or I would suffer. She then clawed at my eyes. It hurt so bad, Max. My eyes still hurt now.” She began to whimper again.
“Hey, hey. Don’t cry it’s okay. I’m still here and no one is going to hurt you. I promise.” I said a little bewildered.
We spent the rest of the night cuddling together. Every now and then her breaths would rise as if she was crying and then they would fall again. It was somewhat romantic being the knight in shining armour. I just wish we had paid more attention to the dream.
You know the score by now. It was the middle of the night when the urge to pee roused me from my sleep. The wind outside was ruthless. It’s a wonder that didn’t wake me first. My house felt cold again like the Wednesday night. The room around me was pitch black and Vanessa lay dead to the world next to me. The previous night’s experience didn’t seem to deter her from sleeping again which was a relief. The only sign she was still alive was the slight whistling sound that escaped her pretty lips every time she breathed out. I did my best not to stir her as I got out of bed. Once free from the clutches of the sheets it became apparent, I was successful. Not a peep came from her. I had to head into work early the next day so, to avoid waking myself and Vanessa, I didn’t turn on the light. I fumbled my way out of the bedroom, down the creaky stairway and through the lifeless living room. I hugged the wall the whole time to avoid stumbling into something. The whole house was silent. Deathly. Something just felt off again. Before the Tuesday this all started, I had never had an issue with the house. Although, it was becoming increasingly harder to shake it off as late-night paranoia. I went into the bathroom. I was too tired to stand so I sat on the toilet and stared out of the bathroom door. Looking from the right angle, the slightest amount of the living room was viewable. For a second, I thought I saw something move in the darkness. It was like a lighter part of the dark contrasted against the darker part.
No? surely not. I thought to myself.
Beside Vanessa and me the house was empty. Plus, no sound came when I saw the movement. I put it down as my tired mind playing tricks on me. I tried to put it down as that anyway. I finished up and flushed the toilet. I made sure to shut the lid first to muffle the sound as much as possible. I made my way back into the living room and to my surprise, there she was. Vanessa stood statue-like in the middle of the room looking at me. Her head was tilted to the side but in the dark I couldn’t tell what the expression on her face was. I quietly called out to her just in case she was sleep walking. But I got no response. I held out my arms for a hug and told her we should get back into bed. After a moment she walked toward me with her arms outstretched. Our embrace went on for a seemingly infinite time. It was eerie. I tried to move. I tried to lead her to the bedroom. But she didn’t budge. I felt her mouth move against my shoulder. It felt like she was smiling.
“Vanessa? Are you okay?” I called out loudly. I tried arousing her from her dream state. What came next chilled my soul. I heard Vanessa’s voice. It sounded tired and distant.
“Yeah, what are you doing downstairs?”
I passed out. I don’t know what happened but the thing I was hugging was not my Vanessa. It may look like my Vanessa, but it isn’t. My Vanessa isn’t here anymore. She’s gone. When I came to, there were two scratched and gouged hazel eyeballs on my lap. Vanessa’s eyes. I dare not go into the bedroom. The door is shut but the carpet just beneath the rim of the door frame is a dried, crimson red. When I laid my eyes on this, I threw up more than I thought was possible. I just don’t know why it had to come for us. Why did it take my love away from me? Fucking bitch. I have seen what I have come to call ‘the entity’, on a few occasions since that day.
The bitch doesn’t hurt me, nor does it talk to me. It just watches me. I can see it in the corner of my eye. Just stood there. Still. Waiting. Planning. Once, I tried to leave the house and it screeched and began to dive towards me. I let go of the handle and it stopped. Another time I tried to call the police. It must have sensed it was a bad thing. As I reached for my phone, it lunged at me. But as I pulled my hand away, it stopped. I have come to notice when it is angry with the things I do, it will let out a high pitch, but quiet screech. When it shows up it will hang around me like flies to a pile of shit. I fear I am running out of time. It’s getting angrier as time passes. The more attempts I make to escape the more reactive it’s becoming. No one has come to check on Vanessa yet. I feel The Entity has something to do with that. If it can enter dreams and disappear in an instant, I’m positive it is capable of keeping away curious people. Last night, it even stalked me in my dream. I wonder if that’s how it started for Vanessa… my poor, poor Vanessa. Fuck me I need to get a hold of myself. Anyway, I’m in the basement as I write this. I’m hiding and trying to get the message out to everyone. Anyone who will read this. I don’t know if running before it is too late works but please try. Don’t let you and the ones you love suffer. Don’t let them feel the same fate my poor Vanessa did.
Oh shit… She’s coming. I can hear her screeching. It’s piercing. Bloodcurdling.
This is feels like it’s doing more than just warning me.
My God, this is it. This is the end…