It was one of those days, where it was completely quiet, and the sound of your breathing was as loud as machine guns to your ears.
Actually, this had never happened to you, Sure, you lived in the middle of nowhere, so no people came by, but there was always the sound of birds singing, squirrels bickering outside as they scurried around for food - you know, the sound of nature.
But it was strangely quiet right now, as if you were stuck in a little pocket of space where no outside sound reached.It made you uneasy, on edge. So on edge that you jumped a little at the buzz of your phone. You held your breath, worried about - well, a silly notion that breaking this still silence was a terrible idea, that something might notice you. But after a few moments of nothing happening to you, you quietly and carefully took your phone out of your pocket.
It was a text from an unknown number. “666.png,” it read. You opened your text messages, and without even looking at the picture, deleted it. Best not to fuel trolls.
A few seconds later, your friend texted you a picture. “Bacon.png.” You quickly opened it and the first thing you felt was disappointment. It wasn’t bacon… The second thought you had was how creepy this was. It was a picture of you sleeping.
You immediately texted back,”WTF man. That’s fucking gay.”
There was a beep, and then a red exclamation mark and “Not Delivered” appeared next to your message. You tried resending it, but the same error came up.
You frowned at your phone. You had three bars of service and you had paid your phone bill this month… You put your phone back in your pocket, and walked upstairs. Strange as this day had been so far, you still had a long day ahead of you, and you wanted to get ready for it.
Starting with a shower - it was hot as Satan’s armpits out here, and you smelled heavily of sweat.
You climbed the stairs, and at the top of it was some hobo with a stained white gown, and long tangled hair that hung in front of her face.
“Nope. No. Nada. Ane. Nej. Cha. Hea. Nee.” You backed away as she suddenly dropped to all fours, and crawled after you like some creepy demon from hell.
“I fucking deleted that,” you yelled, thinking of the 666.png, wondering if it was related to all this. She kept crawling towards you, and you almost tripped. That would have been a bad fall. You didn’t want to turn your back on her, so you slowly backed down the stairs. The grudge-wannabe stopped at the top of the stairs, looking like she didn’t know how to get down them. Taking that opportunity, you turned around and ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time. When you reached the foot of the stairs, you paused. You didn’t know where to run. Looking around desperately, you spotted the bathroom. There was a window there that you might be able to escape you. As you dashed towards it, you could hear her tumbling down the stairs.
And I will never finish this, cause its so stupid. I...don't even know what I was doing. Please help me. I claim temporary insanity. SO I guess I take the lazy way and end this with;"And then you died, as you rushed for the bathroom and your soul was pulled to hell or whatever.
