Saturday, January 29, 2011

Was It In My Mind?

Or was it reality?

I don’t even know if I want to know anymore.

I can’t even remember how it happened.

It was just so sudden. I….I don’t even want to talk about it, but I have to. No, I need to. I need to know whether or not I’m actually crazy and this is actually some real shit. I know I shouldn’t expect anything, but this is just too…I don’t know…it’s too…

AH! I DON’T KNOW!

WHAT WAS THAT THING? WHAT WAS IT?

WHERE DID IT EVEN COME FROM?

I’m sitting here…biting my freakin’ skin off. My mom’s hysterical. What the fuck is going on? Last night, my mom was perfectly fine! Perfectly normal, perfectly happy! She was watching cartoons with the kids, she didn’t even care, she was happy. I was happy that she was happy. It was just nice, family bonding time. Then the freakin’ TV cut out, mom goes nuts. Next thing I know, this THING. This…weird…tall…FACELESS THING, appears out of FREAKIN’ NOWHERE. And I saw it for, what? A second? Before it freakin’ disappears, REAPPEARS CLOSER. Now the lights start blinking, and the kids start crying their asses off. I was sitting there, mouth gaped open, trying to scream, I wanted to scream. No sound came out of my mouth, but I could hear my mom scream just fine. And I didn’t do a fucking thing as the creature edged closer to her, before disappearing AGAIN. The TV came on again, but the sound was all jumbled, damn kids were balling their eyes out. And I just sat there.

I think I was crying too. In fact I’m pretty sure I was crying. I was pretty fucking terrified. I think I pissed in my pants, I have no fucking clue. I was scared as shit. The thing disappeared, reappeared again, but now was right in front of my mom, ready to eat her head off. Its face was now DEFORMED, or maybe it was still faceless and I thought it was deformed. THAT FACE PLAYS TRICKS WITH YOUR FREAKIN’ HEAD.

THEN THE TV GETS BACK TO NORMAL, AND THE LIGHTS STOP BLINKING. AND IT’S GONE. IT WAS FUCKING GONE. But my mom. MY MOM WAS BLEEDING FROM THE NOSE.(Okay no big deal, but still!)

WHAT.

WHAT IS….that thing. Please tell me what it was. Was it a demon, and an angel, a ghost, a flippin’ fairy?

I want to know…

I want to know that I’m not dreaming, Rebecca…

I want to know that you’re all real…

My mom.

She keeps screaming.

THEY’RE COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY!




Why?


I can’t deal with this. It's too much…

11 comments:

  1. Calm down Steph. I didn't wake up to here you flipping your lid like a maniac.

    What did this thing look like Steph? I'm opting to think that it was your imagination and your taking things a little overboard. Use your head for once. I'm as real as you are. If you can type this and post this on the internet, then you're not dreaming. Get a hold of yourself already.

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  2. I CAN'T CALM DOWN. Rebecca you don't know how pissed, how scared I am. I can't even leave the house now without worrying about mom.

    I'd like to see you try and watch your own mom, seconds from being ripped apart by a creature with a face so obscene it shouldn't even possible.

    That's what I remember most about the creature anyways. The freakin' face. And it wasn't just it's face either. It had impossible limbs that were impossibly tall and were bent at weird angles. It had long fingers too. ALL OF IT'S JOINTS WERE ELONGATED. I was caught between wondering how the heck it fit inside our house and why it doesn't cave in on itself. This thing isn't normal, Rebecca.

    I wish, I really do wish, I can believe that it was just my imagination, that I'm going overboard. But it was too real, there was no way it could be fake. I'm caught between thinking that I'm dreaming right now and not really talking to you and being awake. In fact, I'm starting to believe I'm dreaming. I really am. You can use the computer in your dreams ya know.

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  3. Alright, that's it. If you don't stop spouting this nonsense Steph, I am coming over there and we'll be having a little talk about dreams vs. reality. This sort of thinking isn't healthy for you. I don't care if you can't leave your mom. Your father's there isn't he?

    If it makes it any better do you want me to research this thing on the internet to see if this thing's international? I'm perfectly capable of that you know.

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  4. I'm not gonna go. Yeah, you can try to come, pry me away from my mom's dead corpse, but I'm not going anywhere.

    How do I know you're not just a product of a dream?

    You could be giving me false information to keep me sedated.

    I'm not dumb you know.

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  5. Too late hun, already started research. <3

    Using the words in your tags I've alright found a possible suspect. A fellow known as the "Slender Man".

    Unfortunately the article I found is a TVtropes entry, and I don't necessarily trust TVtropes with these things.

    I'm going to start google searching his name and look if he shows up on other places.

    I'll be there around three, by the way. :]

    Keep holding on, love.

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  6. Alright, from what I can gather the Slender Man started out as paranormal picture thread on Something Awful, before spreading and eventually manifesting himself into reality. However, some people claim he always existed, and that Something Awful just exposed him to the world. I can't tell which is true, which is false. There's so many theories about this guy, it's hard to keep track. One comment suggested Marble Hornets, so I'm going to start with that. I won't be able to watch it until tonight. In the meantime; Steph, have you been researching about this Slender Man before yesterday's incident by any chance?

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  7. What?

    HELL NO.

    I haven't even heard of this guy until you mentioned him >:(

    And I won't even comment on how similar he looks to the THING I saw.

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  8. Interesting.

    Well, I'll be leaving in about fifteen minutes to calm you down. I'll even bring you some of that mocha you like. That would make you happy, I'm sure.

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